Chapter 3157 Huhu

Upon hearing this, Mr. Mei was stunned: "He's still so young..."

"This is what the master said. The child can't be helped when he falls. I have to teach him to stand up when he falls." Leng Shuang said, walking forward slowly, his eyes still on the little guy: "You need to be yourself. Stand up, stand up by yourself, be good."

The little guy was sniffing his nose, his mouth was flat, his watery eyes were red, and he looked aggrieved. He looked at Leng Shuang like that, and stretched out his hand to her, and said in a soft and cute voice: " Auntie, give me a hug."

Mei Lao next to him couldn't bear to see it, such a small child, how...

"You stand up by yourself, and Auntie will hug you." Leng Shuang said, looking at him with encouragement.

The little guy stretched out his hands and sat on the ground. Seeing that she didn't pick him up, he blinked. Finally, he got up from the ground. A pair of small hands oozing blood from friction, he handed them forward: " Auntie, hush."

Hearing this, Leng Shuang couldn't help showing a smile, hugged him with pity, touched her head and said goodbye, then took his hand and looked at it: "Bleeding! But it's okay, Auntie can help you with some medicine."

"Medicine." The little guy said happily, raised his hand and put it in front of him, pouted his pink mouth and blew: "Huhu, Huhu, it doesn't hurt."

Mr. Mei, who was next to him, saw it, and he felt relieved and emotional. Sure enough, it was right to let him stay, and it was indeed the best arrangement for him to be here. Moreover, he is becoming more sensible and pampered day by day, and I really want to hold him in the palm of my hand and take good care of him.

Leng Shuang helped him wash his hands with water, and then took out the ointment and smeared it: "Okay, don't touch it, it won't hurt in a while."

"Well, it doesn't hurt." The little guy nodded obediently, showing a pure smile.

He turned around and continued to walk forward, steadily walking, all the way to the courtyard, when he saw Xuanyuan Moze practicing swordsmanship, his eyes lit up and he rushed up.

"Daddy." He shouted happily and rushed forward.

Xuanyuan Moze put the sword behind him and caught the little guy who was rushing: "Slow down."

"Daddy, huhu." He directly raised his little hand and looked at him with blinking eyes.

When Xuanyuan Moze saw him, he picked him up until he sat down: "Did you fall?"

"Fall, it hurts." The clear watery eyes looked at him, and the voice was soft and soft.

"It's okay, the boy doesn't hurt." Xuanyuan Moze said, rubbing his head.

When Mr. Mei, who had followed him all the way, heard this, he couldn't help rolling his eyes. Boys don't hurt anymore? What's the point of this?

The little guy doesn't seem to understand what it means that boys don't hurt, so he raised his hand and leaned in front of him, and said in a milky voice: "Fall, it hurts, daddy whirring."

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Moze's expression froze, it seemed a little clumsy, and he didn't know why, he took the little guy's hand and looked at it, studied it for a while, finally took out a bottle of medicine, and went there. A thick layer of medicine was applied to the small scratches.

"Well, okay." He said, and finally found a cloth to wrap him up and tied him with a beautiful bow.

The little guy blinked his eyes and looked at his hand that was wrapped into a thick and big one. He couldn't help but stunned for a while, but he didn't respond after a while, he looked at his hand, and finally smiled happily: "Piao Piao. "

In fact, he meant to say beautiful.