Quick time travel: The villain's sick and delicate daily life

Chapter 70 Falling with Me 3
Bai Sheng stopped thumping when he heard this, only then did he realize that he was being carried by this man.

Grape-like eyes looked at him: "Yeah."

You are stupid, you are the most stupid!
Miner, of course, couldn't understand the baby's language, so she held Bai Sheng's two little arms and threw away her dirty clothes.

Bai Sheng:! ! !

In the spiritual sense, watching the excitement is not too big a deal.

[Ouch~]
Bai Sheng could no longer tell what mood he was in, and waited dumbly for him to finish washing.

The man found the baby's clothes from nowhere, changed her into them, carried them back to the hall, and put them on a small bed.

Minere lowered his head, feeling that although the baby was a little stupid and ugly, he was still relatively quiet anyway.

This was quite satisfying to him.
And Bai Sheng was staring at the crib in front of him, covered with quilts and small pillows, surrounded by guardrails, with some dolls hanging from it.

What does it mean?
The child raised his small head and looked at Miner, with small eyes and big doubts.

Miner put Bai Sheng inside, with a blank expression on his face and no fluctuation in his tone, "Climb by yourself."

Hear this.

Bai Sheng tried hard to control himself, clenched his small fists tightly, and said to himself, "I can't beat my own family, I can't beat them."

After the man put her down, he really didn't care about her.

He turned around and recited scriptures to the side.

The voice was low and damn sweet.

Helplessly, he could only look at the doll above his head, which was soft, white, and looked like an angel.

He raised his hand, grabbed it, pulled it, stood up and bit it angrily, but forgot that he was a child, couldn't stand upright at all, and sat on the bed.

Although the bed was soft, there was unavoidable pain, and there were tears in the small eye sockets.

Miner heard the movement here, picked up the book and walked over here.

Looking at Bai Sheng who fell down on the crib, he helped his forehead.

He didn't know what happened, but when he saw the child, he brought it back uncontrollably.

Looking at it now is asking for trouble.

Headache.

Seeing the man approaching, Bai Sheng squeezed out the tears that had been suppressed before, and raised two small arms towards Miner.

Seeing the tearful person, Miner felt a little weird in his heart, picked up the child, put it on his lap and hugged him well.

He continued to look down at his book.

His eyes seemed to hold nothing but scriptures.

Bai Sheng didn't give up, put his small hands on the scriptures, covered them to prevent Miner from seeing them, and turned to look at this man.

"let go."

The voice above his head was cold.

Bai Sheng let go of his hand immediately, and lowered his head aggrieved.

The child's body was limp, and his nose twitched, looking pitiful.

Miner was inexplicably upset, and his calm heart was rarely agitated.

This is not a good sign.

He reached out and put the book on the table.

Looking down at Bai Sheng in his arms, he asked, "What's your name?"

Bai Sheng looked at this man like an idiot, "Yeah."

interesting.

She can't even speak, you ask her what's her name.

Sorry, she didn't bark!
This person seemed to have just realized that the child can't speak yet, so he pondered for a moment.

"You will be called Mi Li from now on."

Simple and easy to remember.

There are countless black lines across Bai Sheng's forehead, do you dare to be more casual?
But it's okay, it's not called rice soup.

Miner looked at the child. The child frowned first, and then stretched it out, as if he was really thinking.

I feel the weirdness in my heart is getting stronger.

He squeezed his face with his hands, and tugged again, and then he seemed to find something interesting, so he stopped tugging.

Bai Sheng couldn't bear it anymore, he bit the man's hand with his small white teeth, gnawed twice in a row, leaving a series of watermarks.

Miner withdrew his hand, wiping it with a handkerchief called elegance.

(End of this chapter)