Chapter 1601 Small Milk Bag!

She seemed to be hit hard by something.

Little milk bag!

Why is he here? !

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

She stepped forward and picked up the little guy.

Under this hug, it feels wrong again.

The little guy's body was hot, and he seemed to have a fever...

She looked at his face in the light of the stars, and felt like she was stabbed by something again!

The little guy's face is pale, but his eyes are swollen like walnuts. He has obviously been crying for a long time. At this moment, he doesn't know whether he is asleep or dizzy. ..."

Ah Mo's arm trembled slightly, and he raised his hand to touch his forehead, which was also hot.

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

The little guy froze, and slowly opened his eyes. The eyes were so swollen that there was only a thin slit when he opened them. The moment he saw Ah Mo clearly, he tried to widen his eyes, and there was water swaying inside. He stretched out his little hand and touched her cheek carefully: "Mommy?"

Ah Mo's heart was sour, and he hummed: "Nianmo, why are you here? Hemu didn't arrange you well? You bastard! Mother just called him..."

Shen Nianmo trembled, holding her arm tightly, his mouth was flattened, as if he was about to cry, but he resisted it, and discussed with her: "Nianmo wants to sleep with mother, don't want him... mother Dear, don't abandon Nianmo again, okay? Nianmo will be good, he will listen to his mother, and stop playing his temper..." His voice was choked with sobs.

His cautious appearance caused Ah Mo's heart to be inexplicably blocked, a ball of cotton seemed to be stuffed in his throat, and he was almost speechless.

"Nian Mo!" She called him, but didn't know what to say for a while, sighed, and was about to carry him into her bedroom, when she saw Manager Hemu rushing towards her from a distance, she paused, cold Look at him coldly.

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

But when he saw the devil's face clearly, he shuddered again, and fell to his knees: "The devil, the subordinate is not doing well, please punish the devil."

"What's going on? Why did he let himself be here so late?!" Ah Mo's voice was so cold that it was almost frost.

Manager Hemu felt bitter, he never thought that this little ancestor could cry so much!

Ever since the demon lord and that Ye Tianli left, he has been crying and crying for a while, crying for Mommy, and crying again saying 'Nianmo will be good, Mommy is back'...

No matter how hard he tried to coax him, he almost suspected that the child was made of water, and the tears rolled down one by one...

Tomorrow is the day of the big wedding, and Manager Hemu has a lot of things at hand, and he doesn't have time to hold the child often.

The child was crying again, he was agitated, so he was locked in a small dark room, trying to cure his temper.

Of course, he was also afraid that he would have an accident, the walls around the small black room were soft, even if they bumped into it, there would be nothing wrong with it.

After shutting the little guy up, he went on to do other things.

It was already two hours after Manager Hemu thought of him again.

After all, he was worried, and ran back again, but he could still hear the heart-piercing cry of the little guy from a distance, the voice had already become hoarse...

His heart tightened, and he finally realized that shutting down the black room would not work, it would only make things worse.

I hurriedly carried him out again, and coaxed him for a long, long time...