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It's the little brother!

The little milk dumplings and the "luck system" were taken aback.

The "Lucky Luck System" seemed to have a bug again, as a super technology system, how could he not notice the appearance of the Super Lucky Star.

And for small milk balls.

But it was an unexpected ecstasy.

Every time she met Bo Lingyun, she met under strange and unexpected coincidences.

I never thought that one day when she was at home, Bo Lingyun would appear in front of her.

And it was when she was saddest and saddest.

The little milk ball sitting on the yellow seat quickly turned his head.

She saw Bo Lingyun wearing a small black suit and standing tall on the green lawn.

Bo Lingyun was carrying a gift bag in his hand and holding a small white flower bouquet in his hand.

The boy's handsome and tall figure.

In the eyes of the little milk ball, it is shiny.

This bright light illuminated the hazy eyes for a long time.

It was as if the fog had receded.

It revealed its original crystal clear appearance.

The little milk ball looked towards Bo Lingyun and showed a surprised smile.

It was the first sincere, heartfelt joy on all her smiles today.

In the small chest.

The heart is plopping hard.

It's like driving a go-kart.

But it's not the same as this stimulus.

Underneath the tension of plopping down is the magical magic that makes people feel good.

The little milk ball grasped the iron chain of the swing in one hand and the small yellow chair with the other.

Small body of flesh.

Grind and rub.

Little Jiojio straightened up, trying hard to step on the ground.

But the swing is a little high, and her legs are a little short, so she can't reach it.

This can make the little milk ball anxious.

"Be careful."

Bo Lingyun walked towards the little milk ball, looked at her eager appearance, and reminded worriedly.

And at this time.

The "Fortune System" is running silently.

With magical power, it quietly sent the little milk ball to the ground safely.

On the face of it.

The little milk ball seemed to stagger for a while, and then luckily fell to the ground.

As soon as Huo Xiaotang stood firm, his eyes stared at Bo Lingyun tightly.

Immediately spread the little feet.

"Little brother!"

She couldn't wait to run in the direction of Bo Lingyun.

The fleshy little feet snapped with brisk steps.

Bang bang in the chest, just as fast as the noise.

Sugar Candy has a lot to say, I have to tell my little brother!

Woo hoo....

Those who are uncomfortable, those who are unhappy....

In my heart, I can't tell my dad about things....

Sugar Candy is really reluctant

-"Ah-" "Little Sugar Candy-"

The

little milk ball exclaimed.

Shouting with the teenager's anxious worry.

Overlapping each other.

Immature and clear, intertwined, and their hearts at this moment.

After seeing Bo Lingyun, the little milk ball was too anxious.

I was so anxious that my legs were soft, and I accidentally tripped my right leg on my left leg.

The fleshy little body suddenly lost its center of gravity.

Staggering down the lawn.

If only it had been another time.

The "Fortune System" must protect the little milk ball tightly, and will never let her fall or bump.

However, the "luck system" has just protected the little milk ball from the swing, and the speed of the system operation cannot be played a second time.

Bo Lingyun saw this scene.

The whole person tensed.

Overnight.

The blood in the whole body seemed to stop flowing.

He threw away the things in his hand, and the thin boy's figure, like a flying panther, rushed towards the little milk ball.

The outstretched arm immediately hugged the person who fell.

But Bo Lingyun was too far away from Huo Xiaotang.

Even if it's the fastest.

But everything is between electric flint.

Strike.

The little milk ball still fell in the garden.

Fortunately, there is a soft lawn under you, and there are no hard stones, so you should not bump into it.

Intellect analyzes so.

But Bo Lingyun's heart has been tense, hanging high and unable to let go.

"Little Sugar Candy, are you okay?"

"Does it hurt? Did it fall somewhere?

"Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt, brother carries you up."

Bo Lingyun squatted on the ground, carefully hugged the little milk ball with both hands, and lifted her up from the lawn little by little.

And yet -

slowly raised on the immature face.

Red eyes, trembling tears....

Black pupils soaked with water vapor....

The corners of the mouth downward, the sweet dimples that disappeared....

Full of grievances.

Especially those eyes, like black pearls falling into the sea.

Crystal clear tears instantly burst out of the eyes the moment he saw Bo Lingyun.

The little milk ball cried out with a wow.

"

Woooo Woo hoo... Uncles... Reluctant..." In

the bottom of the little milk ball's heart, those parting worries.

Even when he faced Huo Licheng, he didn't say a word.

But stared at Bo Lingyun tightly, pouring out like tears that fell.

Even Huo Xiaodang himself didn't know.

Imperceptibly.

She put Bo Lingyun in her heart, one of the particularly different positions.

Bai Jing's little hands tightly grasped the clothes on Bo Lingyun's body.

The eyes filled with tears were reluctant to move away from Bo Lingyun.

Bo Lingyun heard her crying the moment.

Both reassuring and distressed.

The peace of mind is because although the little milk ball fell, it was not injured.

Distressed is...

The tears of the broken pearl.

Every drop.

All fell on the tip of his heart.

It was as if I felt the bitterness in it.

Bo Lingyun immediately took the little milk ball into his arms, wrapped his arms tightly, and kept patting her back with his palms.

"Not afraid, not afraid... Little Sugar Candy is not afraid..." "

Although your uncles have left, they will still come back."

"Because you're here." They love you so much that they can't bear to leave you alone. The

gentle voice of the teenager gently soothed the sad and crying little milk ball.

The little milk ball fell into Bo Lingyun's arms.

Both sat on the shaded grass.

The soft little milk sound, with a choked cry, came out intermittently.

"Uncle... Woo hoo... Sugar Candy wants..."

"But you can't be capricious... Can't lose your temper..."

"Dad will be worried... Woo hoo... You

can't cry..." The young man's eyes sank, and with a tough tone, he retorted categorically: "Who said that you can't cry." "