Quick Transmigration Counterattack: Mysterious Boss, Don’t Tease

Xiaozi ink is cautious and small, like the fear of hurting the mother's self-respect, more like the fear of the mother is not happy.

The north rain frowned, the kid ink scared his neck and shrank, standing stiffly there, motionless, waiting for the rattan to come down.

Bei Yuxi saw his subconscious reaction, and his heart sighed a little, and could not help but greet Muzhitao in the bottom of his heart.

Really!

"You do it."

The north rains are not reluctant, and the Flintstones are handed over to the hands of Xiaozi Mo.

As the daughter of Houfu, the king of Jin Wang, Bei Yuyi had never had a fire in his life. Even the world of face-lifting tasks is also a worry-free identity, and there is no need to do such a heavy job.

Kid ink looks at the flint in his hand, and then looks at the smiling mother.

The mother is not angry, and the little one can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Bei Yu Yan stood by and watched Xiaozi Mo skilled to use the flint to ignite the firewood, skillfully adding firewood and blowing fire.

The thing that burned the fire, Bei Yuxi assuredly handed it to Xiaozi Mo, she found the bucket and cleaned it.

In this home of the four walls, you can find a complete wooden barrel, but it is a very difficult thing. Speaking of this wooden barrel or wood peach for the sake of the mother-in-law Lin, when they were driven out, the objects brought out by the dead.

The water in a pot is well burned, poured into a wooden barrel, and adjusted to a suitable temperature with cold water to remove the small ink.

When I saw the bottom of the clothes, it was so thin that only the skinny body was left. The small body was covered with bruises and bruises, and there were many scars on it.

These scars, old and new, especially saw the rattan imprint on the thin back of Xiaozi Mo, and the brows of the north rainy eyebrows are tightly wrinkled and the eyes are slightly cold.

These wounds she knew, all from the hands of the wood peach.

Memory is memory, reality is reality, when memory coincides with reality, the impact is far more fierce than what is seen in memory.

Damn wood peach, this vicious woman!

Fortunately, she died, or she will treat her kid like this, and sooner or later she will be killed by her.

North rain could not help but glad that she came, instead of the vicious woman.

When the rainy fingers of Beiyu licked the injury on his body, the little guy was stiff and the whole person was stiff and dare not move. The slightly trembling body sold out his inner fear and fear.

"Is it still hurting?"

The kid ink feels the warm touch on the back, and there is no expectation of pinching or squeaking. Only a gentle touch, the body has a warm current, and the warmth flows throughout the body.

"No pain." The sound of the cymbal sounded.

"Whoever wants to beat you in the future, you must fight back. You can't stand there and make people fight. If you can't beat it, you can hide."

The kid ink looked up, and the black eyes like graphite looked at her for a moment.

The mother is very strange.

He didn't understand, but he nodded slyly and remembered his mother's words.

The northern rain smashed him into the barrel, and the man just turned to the barrel, and the water turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Oh, no, don't be so dirty!

The kid inked this bath and used three pots of hot water to wash him from head to toe. The first bucket of water was washed down, I don’t know if it was soy sauce.

It took a lot of effort to clean the kid's ink. After washing the dirty little face, I didn't expect it to be a white and tender little face, with the black and grape-like eyes. Don't mention how beautiful it is. It's a little too much.