The villain's group favorite little cub

Chapter 798 Hey, hey, hey

Yu Jinxiao felt a little embarrassed when asked, and tried to hide his emotions with small tricks.

But as soon as I moved my waist, it was broken... it was about to break!

Just leaning on the bed all night, Yu Jinxiao felt that his waist muscles seemed to be strained.

Don't dare to move, don't dare to move.

Xiao Zaizai was waiting for his answer expectantly, feeling that expressing feelings was not something embarrassing.

This sincerity seems to only exist in childhood. Once you grow up and experience more things, expressing feelings becomes a very difficult operation.

Especially for people like Yu Jinxiao, for him, emotions and subconsciousness are more like weaknesses.

When you express too much about what you care about, others will take advantage of you, and this will become a key point in dealing with him.

All this time, he seemed like an impenetrable wall, and no one could easily read what he was thinking.

People who are used to being strong will gradually regard their feelings as a burden.

"Baba?" After waiting for a long time for an answer, Yu Zaizai couldn't wait any longer.

The child's world is very simple, and she doesn't understand why it takes so long for a simple answer.

Yu Jinxiao looked at the big and curious eyes in front of him, and a voice suddenly came out from the bottom of his heart. The voice was screaming that he didn't want to disappoint Xiao Tangyuan.

When I saw those crooked words last night, I would be lying if I said I wasn't moved.

The little guy who couldn't even write his own name unexpectedly wrote... and drew such a long letter just for him.

It must have taken a lot of time and effort to prepare.

When Yu Jinxiao thought of this, he couldn't bear to let her down.

"Well, I'm touched."

These few words were like a plum stuck in the throat, and it took a lot of effort to get them out.

The tone of voice that disguised emotions made Yu Jinxiao look insincere.

But he just didn't want Zaizai to know that he, an adult, was actually moved by the child's behavior.

Fortunately, Yu Yuanyuan was easily satisfied and did not ask more questions, nor did she blame him for answering too simply. The cub happily said "hey hey hey" and jumped happily on the carpet.

"Bah, go downstairs for breakfast!" Today is another day full of energy for Yu Zaizai.

Yu Jinxiao tried to move again, but her waist still felt uncomfortable: "Hiss..."

"Baba, what's wrong?" Yu Zaizai, who was about to go out, heard the voice and ran back.

Seeing Ba Ba holding his waist, Xiao Zaizai knelt down considerately.

"Is it pain in your lower back?"

Yu Jinxiao glanced at her: "Yeah."

Isn’t it all because of you?

If he continues to sleep next to this small bed, his waist will be ruined sooner or later.

"Yuanyuan knows what to do!" As he said this, Zaizai pulled the cuffs of his pajamas, revealing two small fleshy claws. "It needs a massage! A massage will be much better!"

"You still know about massage?" Yu Jinxiao was incredulous.

"It's what the Maomao Team said," the little Zaizai, who couldn't wait to help Baba, moved his little round paw again, "Baba, turn around, Yuanyuan will press it for you~"

Although he didn't believe that the little glutinous rice balls were reliable, Yu Jinxiao still turned around and let her show off a little.

With just a little bit of diced bean sprouts, can he still break his bones by pressing on it?

Since she wants to show off, let her show off.

The owl faced the wall and turned its back to the little cub behind it.

The little guy who had never had a massage rubbed his paws, walked forward and knelt down on the carpet, hula——

A pair of soft forces pressed on Yu Jinxiao's back, pressing him down gently.

The painless and itchy strength shouldn't have any effect, but...it's still quite comfortable.

"Hey hoo, hey hoo, hey hoo." The little Zai Zai pressed very seriously, stepping on Yu Jinxiao's back with his little paws.

The floor-to-ceiling mirror reflected the busy little glutinous rice balls, their serious little movements, like a little cat stepping on the quilt.

(End of chapter)