little ancestors in modern times

Mr. Yan was holding the little ancestor, and Yan Jiabao had just come out of great sorrow and great joy, and followed him in a daze. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, they took the elevator directly to the underground parking lot.

Anyone who has just experienced the moment of life and death must not recover so quickly. After the little ancestor cried for a while in the arms of Mr. Yan, his voice gradually became quieter and he fell asleep.

At this moment, old man Yan found an opportunity to stare fiercely at Yan Jiabao who was sitting beside him.

As soon as he got in the car, Yan Jiabao consciously sat upright, as if he had done something wrong and was waiting for criticism, which made Mr. Yan angry and angry.

It's really not fun, but I ran to play in front of the gate of the Mo's Group, playing with my life!

Isn't it just playing with one's life, almost killing one's life.

Mr. Yan took a deep look at the child in his arms, his eyes were full of various emotions, love, self-blame, helplessness, guilt... If something really happened today, he might not even have the possibility of getting justice for the child .

When he came here, he really didn't expect the situation to be so out of control, he sighed in his heart, and his thoughts drifted away.

The one who lost control today seemed a little abnormal, and a deep worry flashed across the vicissitudes of old man Yan's eyes.

The car came to the gate of the courtyard, and I saw Mrs. Yan and Yan's mother waiting at the door, and I was very surprised that such a big thing happened, how could they not get any news.

Along the way, the little ancestor had tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, and his sleep became more and more peaceful and sweet, as if he had completely forgotten what happened before in his sleep.

After they got out of the car, Yan's mother saw the red marks on the little ancestor's neck sharply, covered her mouth and sobbed silently, for fear that she would cry out and wake up the sleeping little ancestor.

At this age, Mrs. Yan usually grows flowers and recites Buddha's name. When she saw the eye-catching red mark, her eyes turned red, and she repeatedly murmured in a low voice, "Suffer! Suffer! Such a small child, who... ...that...'.

She and her husband looked at each other, and what happened afterwards was self-evident, and they understood each other.

Feeling a chill on the neck, very comfortable, the little ancestor who seemed to be full of sleep slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing clearly that Yan's mother was smearing something on his neck, the little ancestor called out in a low voice: "Grandma", with a hint of grievance and coquettishness in his tone.

For some reason, Yan's mother wanted to cry again, so she clenched her lips and said with a smile: "Little ancestor is so brave, when grandma finishes applying the medicine, it won't hurt, and grandma will make it for the little ancestor herself. food".

"The little ancestor is the bravest." After watching TV for a few days, the little ancestor knew that being brave meant praising him. He was proud to be praised for being brave. The cool potion relieved most of the pain, and he didn't really feel much pain.

It should be said that the little ancestor is a child who remembers eating but not beating. At this time, he has forgotten the feeling of being suffocated by being strangled by the neck, and his flat stomach growled, which aroused his greediness.

"Delicious? The little ancestor wants to eat, and the little ancestor is hungry." After the words fell, the little stomach yelled a few more times following the occasion.

"Okay, Grandma will go down and make it for you right away, and I'll ask Jiabao to bring up a plate of dim sum first." After Yan's mother walked to the door, she stood up and told her, "But don't eat too much, or you'll pretend to be the little ancestor's little belly." I can’t wait for the delicious food made by Grandma.”

"But eat, the little ancestors don't eat too much, save the belly to eat the delicious food made by Grandma."

After Yan's mother completely withdrew, the smile on the little ancestor's face disappeared, and his little face collapsed, and he said to the air angrily: "Damn bad, bad bastard, bully the little ancestor, get angry, the little ancestor is very angry, don't worry about it again!" I don't even care about Eggs anymore."