After Feng Qingcang put on his clothes, he looked down at her pink and tender baby face and said expressionlessly, "If you don't want to be sent to the government office by the waiter in a while, it's better to leave here soon."
Xin Mo'er blinked and regained her senses. What he meant was that he was leaving? He quickly got up from the bed, put on his little boots, jumped in front of him, looking up at him, the clear and pleasant voice of children
Thinking of, “Are you leaving?”
Feng Qingcang retracted his gaze and left the room.
Xin Mo'er pouted and followed him out of the room. She didn't want to be sent to the government later.
There was noisy sound on the streets, people came and went.
Xin Mo'er was gasping and followed Feng Qingcang tightly. Feng Qingcang paused, and Xin Mo'er shook her head in fear, hid behind the crowd. She waited for her to poke her head out again
At that time, his white figure disappeared.
Xin Mo'er was extremely depressed, with a sad face, and followed the crowd aimlessly.
Feng Qingcang's slender body stood in the sun, looking at the petite and lonely child shadow, she felt a sense of pity.
"Woo...wow..." Xin Mo'er suddenly sat on the ground and cried loudly. She felt that her life was really miserable. She was full of grievances and had no place to tell her. It doesn't matter if she has no father, mother, or relatives in this life.
Why is it a baby with short arms and short legs? Where can I find work here?
Her voice was too loud, and everyone around her stopped and looked at her in confusion. The girl's face was dirty. She must have not washed up for several days. I don't know which girl it was, so she must have left.
Lost, no way home...
"Ga!Ga! Get out of here!"
"I don't have eyes on my whip. Whoever I swing it will be unlucky!" The arrogant and domineering voice penetrated people's eardrums.
Not far away, I saw a young boy with a light golden body, a plump head and a tall neck, thin skin and thin hair, a sweat-blooded baby sitting around ten years old, handsome facial features, and a noble appearance, waving long
The whip ran towards this side.
Who else can a young man who dares to ride a sweat-blooded BMW in this city and speaks such arrogant and ruthless words besides the ninth prince Feng Qingyu?
The crowd dispersed, but no kind-hearted person picked up Xin Mo'er, who was sitting on the ground and hid away.
The horse was so fast that when Xin Mo'er came to her senses, she had already approached her. Before she could get up, Xin Mo'er even had tears on her face and rolled away without even wiping the tears on her face.
The horse was driving.
At the same time, the moment she dodged, Feng Qingyu's mount, sweat-blooded BMW, seemed to be hit by something hard, and his legs were weak and he fell to the fight.