I pamper the little baby in 80

Yuan Hongjun looked at the anxious little boy Zha Zhahu, and Yuan Hongjun hooked his lips happily, feeling that his palms didn't hurt so much, and shook his head: "I can't go back now, who knows if those two people will come back?" Follow up, let's find a place to bandage and eat something."

"Well, I listen to my brother, I'm sorry, you got hurt today because of me."

The child lightly supported Yuan Hongjun to stand up, with his head bowed, his voice full of frustration.

He said something like that last time, Brother Yuan would not care about him.

After receiving that he saved him again today, Fan Ze center had mixed feelings.

This child does not listen to persuasion, and indeed owes a lesson, but now is not the time.

Yuan Hongjun kicked Fan Ze's ass lightly, and said in a cold voice: "Damn, I told you last time that those old things in your house can't be sold, they are easy to be missed by others, that is If you don’t listen to what’s going on now, I’ll teach you a lesson in the future, so just follow me now.”

After this incident, Fan Ze and Yuan Hongjun heard a lot, they just listened to what they said.Pulling their heads together and following the boy, the two found a small clinic, treated the blisters on Yuan Hongjun's hands briefly, and after bandaging, they chose a small noodle restaurant in a remote corner and ordered two bowls of beef noodles. Only then did he start eating.

After all, he was outside now, and there might be someone following behind, so it was inconvenient for Yuan Hongjun to say anything.

After eating the noodles and paying the money, the two of them transferred to two buses before returning to Xinghua Lane.

It was completely dark by now.

Now Yuan Hongjun's legs seemed to be filled with lead. He stretched out his palm wrapped in rice dumplings and waved his hand: "It's getting dark, let's go back."

The child's dark and beautiful eyes cast a careful look at Yuan Hongjun, then lowered his head and said as thinly as a mosquito: "Brother, I'm sorry. You...don't hate me, can you?"

Fan Ze's body shape and appearance are all based on Yuan Hongjun's aesthetics. He really can't say anything hard-hearted to such a beautiful child.

Thinking of the other party's background, Yuan Hongjun could only sigh helplessly.

It was the first time he met such a helpless person, but this child was too careful, so he had to warn him.

It was rare for Yuan Hongjun to hold the top of the child's head with one hand, with a serious expression: "Yes again and again, not again and again, I said about the antique thing that you can't go anymore, if you don't obey me again, I can't keep you by my side, I'm willing to go Where to go."

Fan Ze was really frightened this time. Hearing this, he quickly nodded heavily, like a chicken pecking at a mushroom.

The corners of Yuan Hongjun's lips curled up into a smile, sweeping away the tension just now.

Fan Ze repeatedly promised to be obedient, and after Yuan Hongjun's forgiveness, a beautiful little face raised a bright smile, followed behind Yuan Hongjun stickily, and said cheerfully: "My grandfather said, thank you For your help last time, I want to invite you to my house for dinner and a glass of wine, brother, would you like to come?"

The child peeked at Yuan Hongjun's expression cautiously. Although those dark years had passed, his family had a bad background before, and many families in the alley avoided his house.

Yuan Hongjun is not from this era at all, and he has never experienced those things. When he thought about it, he knew that the old man invited him to dinner for his grandson to earn money with him. He wanted to see how he was. Sample.

Yuan Hongjun did not refuse and nodded: "There are delicious food and wine, so I am very happy. I will go to your house to have a drink with the old man tomorrow. It is getting late, so go back quickly and don't go crazy outside. Son."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Fan Ze responded bluntly, and ran away with a jump.

When Yuan Hongjun turned around, he remembered what he had done today, felt the familiar feeling of paper all over his arms, and immediately felt relaxed.

Running around this day, I didn't drop the things in my arms, which is really a blessing in misfortune.

Yuan Hongjun smiled wryly, looked at his injured hands, and opened the door of Yuan's house.