She felt like she was hit hard by something in her heart.?

Small breast bag!

Why is he here?!

What did that bastard Hemu do?! How could he let this child run out alone...

She stepped forward and picked up the little guy.

I felt something was wrong after this hug.

The little guy's body seemed to be burning...

She looked at his face with the starlight, and felt like something was stabbed in her heart again!

The little guy's face was pale, but his eyes were swollen like walnuts. He obviously cried for a long time. At this moment, he didn't know whether he was sleeping or dizzy. His little nose was flapping, and he kept muttering from time to time: "Mommy, don't abandon Nianmo..."

Amo's arms trembled slightly, and he raised his hand and touched his forehead, which was also hot.

Her heart tightened: "Nianmo, Nianmo." She tried to call him a few times.

The little guy's body stiffened and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were swollen too much, and it was a thin slit when he opened it. The moment he saw Ah Mo clearly, his eyes tried hard to open, and there was a water light shaking inside. He stretched out his little hand and carefully touched her cheek: "Mommy?"

Amo felt sad and said, "Nianmo, why are you here? Hemu didn't arrange you? This bastard! Mother called him here..."

Shen Nianmo shook his body, hugged her arm tightly, and his mouth was flattened, as if he was about to cry, but he forced himself to discuss with her: "Nianmo wants to sleep with his mother, don't want him... Mom, don't abandon Nianmo anymore, okay? Nianmo can be good, listen to her mother's words, and stop throwing a tantrum..." His voice was filled with sobs in his tantrum.

His careful appearance made Amo feel inexplicably confused. A ball of cotton seemed to be stuffed into his throat, and he almost couldn't speak.

"Nian Mo!" She called him, but didn't know what to say for a moment. She sighed and was about to carry him into her bedroom when she saw General Hemu coming from afar. She paused and looked at him coldly.

Hemu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the child in her arms.

But when he saw the Demon Lord's face clearly, he shivered again and leaned down and knelt down: "Demon Lord, my subordinates are not doing well, so I'll ask the Demon Lord to punish him."

"What the hell is going on? Why let him let him be here so late?!" A Mo's voice was so cold that it could almost frost.

He Mu always felt bitter. He never thought that this little ancestor could cry so much!

Since the Demon Lord and Ye Tianli left, he kept crying, crying for his mother, and then crying and saying, "Nianmo will be good, mommy will be back."

No matter how much he coaxed, he almost suspected that the child was made of water, and the tears rolled down one-on-one...

Tomorrow is the day of the wedding, and Manager Hemu is very busy and has no time to hold his children often.

The child cried so hard again. When he was anxious, he locked him in a small dark room to cure his temperament.

Of course, he was also afraid that something would happen to him. The walls around the dark room were soft, and even if they were bumping into it, they would not be able to get any problems.

After locking the little guy up, he went to do something else.

It was already two hours later that General Hemu thought of him again.

He was worried and ran back again. From a distance, he could hear the little guy's heart-wrenching cry. The voice was already hoarse...

He felt nervous and finally realized that closing the dark room would not work, it would only make things worse and worse.

I hurriedly carried him out again and coaxed him for a long time...
Chapter completed!