Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Divine Plan Wushuang Small Hot Pot
The crowd at the door downstairs was silently talking to each other, but there was a figure of a little boy stumbling downstairs on the corridor.
Aunt Lin is a hotpot owner, so no one can rob her. My father is also a hotpot owner, and I will beat anyone who dares to catch him. I am just a child anyway, and my father cannot take it seriously when he says that children are acting shamelessly...
Meet... But I can only flash and have a second form that can cultivate elemental magic control, so I may not be able to defeat him. So, the smart little hotpot uses wisdom to defeat the enemy. Mother praises the little hotpot for being smart.
, Aunt Lin and Aunt Huang also praised it.
Well, Uncle Yang and Uncle Xiao also praised me that time as a talented hot pot owner. Although I don’t know what they were talking about, they always seemed to mean that I was very powerful...
By the way, also, I can’t let others know that I am just a hotpot. My father has always said that I can’t let others know my race... So what should I be called?
The little guy stumbled along the corridor on his hands and knees, but he was thinking proudly as he slowly went downstairs.
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"Lin, if you don't have any objections, shall we take him away?" Sartre looked at Lin Qi who had been silent, with a glint of pride flashing in his eyes, and waited for some time.
Finally, he asked softly with a smile.
"No!" Lin Qi shouted subconsciously.
"Why not?" Sartre looked at Lin Qi playfully. He sighed, but gently shook his head: "Lin, this is not your fault -"
"Father!"
His voice was suddenly interrupted by a clear child's voice.
Everyone immediately looked around and saw a two or three-year-old boy with a white silk scarf around his neck, staggering toward them at the top of the stairs.
Where did this child come from? The whole audience was stunned.
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Xie Ning looked at the little boy, but gradually became suspicious.
In fact, even if Sartre showed up just now and asked everyone to take him away, he was not paying much attention to this matter, but was still thinking about the small hot pot issue - anyway, if the negotiation breaks down, there is nothing he can do. Who can
Catch him? Run to the cross front and wait for Lin Qi and the others to come back.
At this time, Xie Ning, who was thinking about the hot pot, saw the little boy who was swaying and seemed to be walking straight towards him, but suddenly felt that he was very familiar with him.
He seems to be calling me?
The look he was looking at me in his dark eyes... seemed very familiar and familiar? Admired? Dependent? Liked? It seemed like he was looking at his own father? But who was he? Why did he look at me like this? I didn't
My child, I only have an adopted son, a little hotpot——
That’s right! That’s how Little Hot Pot looks at me!
While Xie Ning was filled with astonishment, he also suddenly had an idea—
That's right! Little Hot Pot is the starry sky! His mother was originally in human form! Could it be that... Little Hot Pot is not sick these days, but has grown up and is about to change his form? No wonder I said he has always been fine. How could he become
It's weird! No wonder he suddenly wants to come back... He is a hotpot! Most likely!
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"Father, Xiaoxing wants a hug." The little boy had staggered up to Xie Ning. He looked at Xie Ning and said in a sweet voice.
Xiaoxing? Xiaoxingkong? It’s really my little hot pot! It turns out that he is really not sick!
Xie Ning felt calm after hearing this, and hugged him with surprise and joy.
"You kid, you scared your father to death. As long as it's okay, it's okay. By the way, why did you run out by yourself? You didn't even wear any clothes..."
He happily kissed the little boy on the face, but said angrily.
"I just woke up and heard the noise below..."
The little boy bit his finger, but his eyes gradually became misty: "Father, are we leaving again? But, I don't want to leave..."
He spoke pitifully, almost bursting into tears.
"Silly boy, when did I say we were leaving?" Xie Ning suddenly looked shocked again.
Humph. Since my son doesn’t want to leave, then no one can let me leave today!
He was already thinking deeply in his heart.
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The little boy started crying in his arms. He suddenly struggled out of Xie Ning's arms and rushed towards Lin Qi. He hugged Lin Qi's slender legs tightly wrapped in his military uniform.
She was crying so hard that she felt extremely pitiful.
Lin Qi's mind was filled with confusion at this time - where did this little boy come from? It seems that he is Lei Feng's child? However, he has never appeared... How could he appear in our hotel?
?Did Lei Feng bring him in?
This is possible. Lei Feng's movement skills are very unpredictable, so it is normal for him to secretly bring someone in.
But I never saw him appear along the way... Moreover, why was the silk scarf I gave Xiao Hotpot wrapped around his neck? Also, the way he was holding my calf and shaking it looked like Xiao Hotpot was holding me.
My legs want me to hold them?
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The girl was thinking blankly, and by some strange mistake, she involuntarily picked up the little boy.
What she didn't notice was that when she picked up the little boy, there was already a glimmer of pride and cunning in the little boy's eyes, which turned his back to everyone.
Then, just when everyone was confused by this little boy who suddenly appeared, the Shenji Wushuang Hot Pot finally broke out——
I saw him lying in Lin Qi's arms and looking at Lin Qi with tears in his eyes.
"Xiao Xing will be very obedient in the future, and so will my father... don't let them take us away again, okay...
"Mother."
!!!!!!
Shocking!
Lin Qi was dumbfounded, Xie Ning was dumbfounded, Huang Hongman was dumbfounded, everyone was dumbfounded! The whole hall's jaws dropped, and everyone looked at Xie Lin with their mouths open, their eyes full of disbelief.
"Impossible...how is it possible..."
A Chinese young man Mo Zhan murmured.
"Silly boy, what are you talking about!" Xie Ning looked at the hot pot angrily and amusedly.
Does this child miss his mother? Does he think that Lin Yatou treats him like a mother, so that's why he said this? It's also... It's all my fault for not taking good care of him. The young man's heart is full of self-blame.
This matter must be clarified as soon as possible, otherwise it will affect Lin Yatou's reputation. Immediately, he thought again.
He walked towards Lin Qi, but reached out to take back the small hot pot in her arms.
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A stunned voice penetrated his eardrums.
"How is it impossible? Children's words are the most true. Is it possible for a child of such an age to lie? Moreover, take a closer look at that child. His features and eyes look very much like an adult's - but his outline is very similar to Brother Lei Feng."
Xie Ning was stunned and looked carefully at the small hotpot that was full of tears in Lin Qi's arms, only to find...
His heart was filled with shock. How could it be possible? How could it be so similar? How could it be like this?
Suddenly, his expression changed again, and he remembered the extremely serious consequences that this matter would cause——
Damn it, no matter whether Little Hot Pot became like this intentionally or unintentionally; no matter whether Little Hot Pot was playing a prank or missing his mother, he is still childish and ignorant and wants Lin Yatou to be his mother... But it is certain
What's more, this happened by mistake, and now I'm afraid I can't even wash it off after jumping into the Yellow River!
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Son, son, are you a little hotpot with a scheming plan? Now you are hurting both of us. I am nothing, just Lin Yatou...
Xie Ning was already angry, funny and angry about the hot pot, but in his eyes, he glanced at Lin Qi secretly.
Sure enough, Lin Qi seemed to wake up suddenly. Her face turned red and she opened her mouth, but she hesitated to speak - obviously she also thought that this matter could not be explained.
The little boy in her arms was sobbing and crying, but he whispered in her ear with a very small voice: "Aunt Lin, I am a little hotpot. Aunt Huang said that one person cannot marry two people.
Yes, can I help you piss off that bad Sartre? Besides, the more mothers who love hot pot, the better... Aunt Lin, can you be my mother too?"
Lin Qi was stunned. Although she still didn't understand why this little boy called himself Little Hotpot, she instantly understood the meaning of these childish words.
Her face was already blood red. She thought for a while, and there was a trace of helplessness in her eyes, and there seemed to be a trace of deep shame. However, she lowered her head deeply, and even more... hugged the little hot pot even more.
Tight.
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Sartre's face was livid, and his eyes kept turning between Xie Lin and Xiao Hot Pot. But he became angrier and angrier. Gradually, the sunny smile on his face seemed to be unable to hide the feeling of frustration.
"Oh, Lin, that's it. So, I understand why you don't want to talk about his origin. I still understand some of your Chinese traditions."
He forced himself to smile and said, turning around and leaving gracefully.
All the people in the Xilu people in the hall immediately dispersed with their prince. Only a group of Chinese demons were left looking at each other, but their eyes gradually became filled with laughter and gossip. A few of them were already full of laughter.
His face was stunned.
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"What are you doing here? Let's go and do whatever we have to do." Huang Hongman walked towards them impatiently. Then, she hurriedly closed the door and turned to Lin Qi impatiently.
"Hey, Girl Lin, you guys..."
Where did this weird child come from? He is also called Lin Yatou’s mother? And he looks so similar?
Oh my god, Yatou Lin wouldn't really hide it from me, but with this Lei Feng... Oh my god, at that time, Yatou Lin was ten years old... Although it was said that she had reached the age of marriage at that time, but...
Could it be that she actually did two Hongye Ridge Miracle Nights without telling us?
Huang Hongman's eyes were full of disbelief at this time. Halfway through the question, he looked at Lanni inquiringly.
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Lani smiled bitterly and shook her head: "If you don't want people to know something, then no one will know about it. Your Highness, don't look at me. I am your personal blood guard. That's right. I should have been arrested by then."
It’s true that the clan sent you to your side—but I don’t know anything.”
Xie Ning was already furious. He picked up the hotpot and prepared to go upstairs.
The little hot pot, on the other hand, was clinging to Lin Qi's clothes.
"Mom, come too." He shouted happily.
Lin Qi's face was still red, but she followed the two of them in confusion.
In the hall, Huang and Lan looked at each other. (To be continued...)