Beibei immediately stepped back: "No! Mother said you can't pick it off."
Zhan Beihan: "What's the reason?"
"The rash...can't be exposed to wind, it will get worse." Beibei made it up.
This reason was originally just a way for him to fool Han Han. Unexpectedly, Han Han believed it deeply. Now that he had to tell Zhan Beihan, Beibei felt uneasy.
I always felt that such a crude excuse would not be able to deceive him.
Zhan Beihan really didn't believe this reason. He supported his chin with one hand and said in a calm and determined tone: "Take off your mask. I promise that not a single breath of wind will hit you."
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"You can just lie to Hanhan for this reason, but you dare to bring it up in front of me? Do you think that I am as brainless as him?"
Zhan Beihan's tone turned cold.
Hanhan opened his eyes wide: "What lied to me? Who did you say lied to me?"
The man ignored him and narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, staring at Beibei with an overwhelming pressure.
Beibei froze in place, unable to move for a moment. He suddenly bit his lip and said loudly: "I didn't lie to Hanhan, I did have a rash on my face!"
"Ever?" The man repeated these two words.
Having a rash and having a rash have two different meanings.
The little guy is playing with words here.
"Yes, I had a rash, but it was cured by my mother." Beibei regained his composure.
Hanhan finally understood and asked subconsciously: "Then why are you still wearing the mask? Don't you feel uncomfortable?"
Beibei turned to look at him, Han Han's clear eyes were filled with confusion and worry, without the slightest doubt about what he said.
"...It's not uncomfortable, I'm used to it." Beibei glared at Zhan Beihan, "I just like the mask my mother made for me, and I don't want to take it off. If you insist on me taking it off, then
I don’t want the medicine bag!”
Zhan Beihan raised his eyebrows: "Are you angry with me?"
"Why am I so angry with you? Are we familiar with each other?" Beibei sneered, "You are a grown man, you actually bully a child, and you even snatched the medicine bag my mother gave me! I can't beat you, so the medicine bag will be used as a gift.
I’ll give it to you, I don’t want it anymore!”
With that said, he turned around angrily and walked out of the pavilion, his little back looking stubborn and arrogant.
Zhan Beihan was startled for a moment and couldn't help but feel funny. He reached out and pulled the little guy back: "If you don't want to pick it, you won't pick it off. Why are you running away?"
"I don't want to be with you, let go!" Beibei slapped his hand away angrily.
"Your temper doesn't seem to be much better than that of Han Han. I thought Shen Wan had raised you to be well-behaved and sensible." Zhan Beihan couldn't stop laughing, but he didn't even mean to be angry.
"How my mother raises me has nothing to do with you." Beibei said before leaving.
Hanhan looked at his biological father, then at Beibei, and ran towards Beibei without hesitation: "Let's go together and ignore daddy, he is bad!"
Zhan Beihan waved his hand and held several small medicine bags on his fingertips: "Do you really want the medicine bags made by your mother?"
Beibei paused and continued walking out.
Obviously he didn't want to talk to him at all.
"It's useless for me to keep this thing, so why not throw it away." Zhan Beihan said slowly, pretending to throw it out.
Beibei suddenly turned around and rushed over: "Don't throw it away! It belongs to my mother!"
Zhan Beihan did not hide, and allowed him to rush toward him. He even lowered his arm so that he could just reach his hand. Beibei reached out to grab the medicine bag in his hand without hesitation. Popular ""