The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

   Chapter 1341

  Almost the whole face of the girl was attached to his face, her little hand was tightly pulled, and the little girl was about to cry.

   "Woo woo..." The sound of the ball was crying, almost crying.

  When speaking, it seems that the words are not very sharp.

  Yang Dianfeng heard her fragile crying, and he clearly told her that he should push her away.

  But he actually tightened more and more tightly.

  He has something wrong.

  Since he drank the bowl of bird’s nest, he was not right.

  I made a mistake.

   His mother didn't give up.

  There is a problem with that bowl of bird’s nest.

  Yang Dianfeng took a deep breath, almost biting the tip of his tongue, his mouth full of blood, and he gradually became sober. Push away the little girl who was so scared to cry like a dodder flower.

  Yang Dianfeng’s tongue was full of fishy anger, and his eyes closed slightly, not daring to look at the glowing white skin, and a silly face.

   "Put your clothes on."

  The woman looked at him ignorantly, her pure and innocent eyes, she just kept looking at him.

  Yang Dianfeng sighed slightly.

  He now understands why his mother put a few women's clothes in his house.

   suddenly got up, opened the cabinet, and took it out for her.

   does not fit well, she is petite, and it seems to be a little longer on her body, but it is not obvious.

   heard the sound of Xisuo Suo from behind, the ball was wearing clothes.

   "Are you my mother found you?"

"What's your name?"

   "How old are you? There are fifteen."

   Behind the ball with his fingers to calculate, according to the age of a mortal: "I am seventeen."

  Yang Dianfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

  "Don’t listen to my mother’s promises. You are still young and you have a lot of time. Don’t waste it on me."

   "Where are you hiding? Why didn't I find you just now?"

   "Whose girl are you...?" Yang Dianfeng wanted to ask, was it a dream last night?

  But he felt his breathing tightened just thinking about it, and he didn't even dare to think about it.

   His mother can really think that she is so courageous.

  The ball didn't say a word, just thought he was weird.

  She didn't seem to be afraid of Yang Dianfeng at all, and even stretched out her soft hand to pull La Yang Dianfeng forward.

  Yang Dianfeng's heart shrank, he only felt that his breathing was burning.

   "You... can't speak?" Yang Dianfeng's eyes were red, his breathing was tight, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at her.

   With her wet eyes, seeing him turn around, she pursed her lips and laughed.

   harmless and cute.

  She has just transformed into form and has not yet learned to speak.

   "Words?" The woman's voice was as beautiful as she did when she hummed, and she read a word to Yang Dianfeng.

   "Where did my mother find someone, she couldn't even speak. It's too much." Yang Dianfeng couldn't help but press his eyebrows.

   "Mother?" She looked confused, who is the mother?

   Is that Mrs. Zheng who is always vomiting blood from anger?

  Yang Dianfeng was a little puzzled when she saw her look so confused. How come you don't know anything?

   "You, didn't you get it from my mother? That's Madam Zheng, our wife." Yang Dianfeng lowered his voice unconsciously, as if he was afraid to startle her.

  After listening to the ball, he suddenly bulged his cheeks and shook his head, of course not.

  She carried her thigh by herself.

"You weren't... my mother found it? Then where did you come from? How did you enter the Yang family? Who are you?" Yang Dianfeng had no time to look suspicious, and saw her jade feet step on the ground. Mofa draped over his shoulders and couldn't help moving his eyes away.

   handed over a pair of shoes: "Put on the shoes."

  (End of this chapter)