Rebirth Eighty Spicy Wife Heads the House

Xiaobao saw his beard, cleverly pursed his lips, and his eyes were red and his sister-in-law was held by Mrs. Han. His little look really seemed to have suffered a huge grievance, as if he had been beaten up.

Erya was still busy eating cakes, and she had no idea what her mother was talking about. When she heard her mother say she liked to hit people, she waved her hands very cooperatively and shouted to beat her.

Beard looked at it without any doubt, and he laughed: "This kid was so cute that she was beaten to tears by a girl."

Mrs. Han looked at the two of them again and was trembling with fear. Now that I think about it, I feel that the young man is not like this child at all. If he is a child raised in the countryside, he will definitely not be fat and fat. The clothes he wears are also

It's not an ordinary cotton cloth, it's slippery and more like silk.

I was afraid, and I was afraid of being discovered by the two of them, and I didn't dare to look up at my beard and led Xiaobao: "It's okay, my aunt will beat Erya later."

He walked to the edge of the cucumber field in the yard, bent down and picked up a cucumber, lifted up the corner of his clothes, wiped it and stuffed it to Xiaobao: "Eat soon, it's so sweet."

It was just half past May and many vegetables planted in the flowers. Mrs. Han knew how to grow vegetables and covered them with plastic cloth early. At this time, the cucumbers had already bear fruit, about ten centimeters long and were watery, which was also rare.

Erya usually cried, but her mother was not willing to give it to her. Now when she saw her mother giving it to Xiaobao, she also stretched out her hand: "Eat Erya, Eat Erya."

Xiaobao hesitated for a moment, turned his head and looked at the beard standing in the middle of the yard, with a deep look at Erya, staring at him fiercely: "No."

Erya suddenly threw away the cake and was about to grab it. Xiaobao quickly put his little hand behind him, but he didn't expect Erya's little hand to scratch his little face very quickly.

There is no reason for a child to fight. It is very good in the first minute, but it can scratch the other person and bleed in the next minute.

Xiaobao felt a stinging pain on his face. He wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry. He tried hard to endure the little mouth with a slight sagging.

Mrs. Han looked down and saw two blood marks on Xiaobao's white and tender face, which were thin and shallow, but it looked heartbreaking.

The bearded and the young man had already come over quickly. Seeing that Xiaobao was injured on his face, but he didn't care at all, the young man went over and picked up Xiaobao: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay for a boy to get hurt."

I just glanced at the wound on Xiaobao's face indifferently and didn't care at all.

Mrs. Han is now 100% sure that these two people are human traffickers. Because they became mothers, they hate the human traffickers and are smart enough to know that they cannot show any expression at this time to alarm the two traffickers.

He suppressed the fear in his heart and smiled: "I'm so sorry, I'm just naughty and fall in love with you at any time."

He didn't care about beard: "It's okay, it's okay, but if my sister-in-law can hurry up, we have to hurry up if we eat something."

Mrs. Han quickly responded and pulled Erya to the kitchen to cook, but she was so anxious that she was the only one in the family. If the traffickers knew that she had discovered it, would she attack her?

At this moment, human nature is selfish. Although I know that the little boy outside is very dangerous, if he is taken away by human traffickers, he may not be sold to somewhere.

But if she wants to take care of it, the two of them will inevitably hurt her and Erya.

Mrs. Han was extremely entangled and threw firewood into the stove. She looked back at the door from time to time and saw the young man standing in the yard, reaching out and pulling the little boy, with his movements rude.

My heart got up again. The mother always couldn't bear to see the child being hurt, so she resisted the impulse and turned around.

Xiaobao knew that if only the cooking aunt in the house could save him, he would have a rare temper now, so he would struggle to go to the kitchen to find a strange aunt.

The young man held Xiaobao's wrist tightly, turned his back and stared at him fiercely, and whispered: "If you run around, I will break your legs."

Xiaobao raised his little face and stared at the young man blankly for a while. Suddenly he smiled and stretched out his little arm: "Hug, Xiaobao is hungry."

The big eyes were filled with a pleasing smile, which made the young man stunned. The little guy cried for a day yesterday, but although he stopped crying today, he kept his face tense.

Now he actually smiled and asked him to hug him. Is there something hiding?

Xiaobao stretched his hands persistently, and his big eyes smiled with curved eyes: "Hug, Xiaobao, be good, eat."

The young man felt that Xiaobao must be using a trick, and the beard next to him glared at him: "If you ask you to hug you, just hold me, why are you standing there? I'll see what you do if someone finds out later."

The young man muttered in a low voice: "No, you see, this child suddenly gets close to me, are you trying to be so mean?"

Beard kicked him: "What can a big-shot child do you think? Hurry up."

The young man could only bend down and pick Xiaobao up. Xiaobao was also obedient, put his neck with one hand and pointed his little finger at the kitchen: "Go and see, Xiaobao is hungry."

Beard suddenly laughed and said softly: "It turns out that I'm hungry and am thinking about having a meal. I just said that such a young child can have any intentions. Even if you give him shit, he can't tell me."

The young man looked at Xiaobao and insisted on pointing at the kitchen, not knowing what to do: "What to do?"

Beard raised his chin and said, "Come over and take a look, and do a favor by the way, don't make people suspicious."

The young man took Xiaobao to the kitchen. Mrs. Han was busy rolling out noodles. The soup in the pot was boiling, and the sour fragrance came into the room.

Mrs. Han didn't look at Xiaobao and the young man, and lowered her head to roll the noodles and said, "You can sit outside first. The kitchen is hot, it's smoky and ignited. Don't heat up the child."

Originally, she wanted to simply stir-fry a pot of chopped green onion and make dumpling soup, which would save noodles.

Now that I know Xiaobao's situation, I think if I can't help him, I will let him eat something and prepare to throw two eggs into the pot.

The young man pretended to be serious: "It's okay, I'm used to it, so I came over and see if there is any place to help."

Mrs. Han couldn't help but ask: "You are from Chenzhuang. I have a cousin who is also married in Chenzhuang. I heard that you are going to grow rice this year?"

The young man was not from Chen Zhuang, so how could he know this? Seeing Mrs. Han ask this, he vaguely responded: "That's the case."

After so long psychological construction, Mrs. Han has calmed down a lot now: "Then your village is really good. How old is your child?"

The young man didn't know how old Xiaobao was, and he looked like he was two or three years old: "I'm over two years old."

Mrs. Han smiled and said, "That head is really not low. You will definitely grow taller in the future. What is your name? What is your name?"

The young man really didn't know, so hesitated for a moment: "Xiaobao, his name is Chen Xiaobao."