Junior brother, he is both wild and fierce

Bingzi shrugged his shoulders and began to giggle crazily.

Hearing the laughter, Auntie Sun turned around and saw Bingzi with a dull look in his eyes and a silly smile on his face, as if he was really scared.

Aunt Sun was anxious because Brother Bing was her precious life.

Aunt Sun looked unhappy and called out anxiously:

"Bingbing brother?"

"You...what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."

"Bing bro?"

“Hehehe~.”

Pancake drooled, stood up with a whoosh, and said to Aunt Sun:

"I want some candy."

"Give me candy quickly, or I'll make a scene."

Aunt Sun: “…”

Seeing that Auntie Sun didn't give him candy, Bingzi pointed at Auntie Sun angrily and said, "Bad woman, you are a bad woman."

Auntie Sun's face turned pale. She crawled to Bingzi's side, hugged him in her arms, and said in a broken voice:

"My son...my cookie."

"what happened to you?"

"Don't scare mother!"

The cake in his arms suddenly jumped up and started to beat and scold Aunt Sun.

"Get out of here! Bad woman."

"You bad woman."

The golden boy is half-aged and has big hands. He is a little crazy at this time and has no rules when he takes action. After a while, Aunt Sun was beaten by her baby son and her nose was swollen.

Aunt Sun covered her face, which was bruised from the beating. She sat on the ground like a shrew, crying and shouting, "Oh, why is my life so miserable? I don't want to live anymore, I don't want to live anymore."

Xiao Qingzhi curled her lips. Are you so scared?

Such an unreasonable person has his own fault for going crazy.'

She snorted coldly, turned around and trotted over to the little beggar, only to find that the wound on the little beggar's forehead was quite serious and was still bleeding. The collar of his shirt was already stained red with blood.

Xiao Qingzhi clenched his fists, thinking angrily that the mother and son had really gotten away with it.

Xiao Qingzhi looked at the wound on the little beggar's forehead with distress, "Does it hurt?"

Boom, boom, boom.

The little beggar's heart was beating very fast at this time. They were so close that he could smell the pleasant scent of green wood.

In an instant, the little beggar's drooping cheeks quickly turned red, extending to the tips of his ears.

"Don't move, let me see the wound." Xiao Qingzhi was concerned about the little beggar's wound. As he spoke, he stretched out his tender little white hand to fiddle with the loose hair on his forehead.

As soon as the broken hair was touched, the little beggar in front of him froze.

Thinking of something, he quickly dodged.

The little beggar lowered his eyes. He didn't want his sister to see his red eyes.

He was born with red eyes, which was an ominous sign.

Everyone was afraid and hated him.

He was terrified of seeing disgust in the eyes of the only person who cared about him.

Xiaoqing's white and tender little hand was suspended in mid-air.

She was stunned and asked helplessly: "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

The little beggar lowered his head and shook his head violently. He said timidly and hurriedly, "No... No, I, I, I..."

He kept saying "I, I, I" but couldn't explain what was going on.

Xiao Qingzhi became even more confused.

Wasn't it fine before?

If it wasn't hurt, why would he avoid her touch?

Xiao Qingzhi was a little at a loss.

Is she disliked by the child in front of her?

Xiao Qingzhi asked tentatively, "You...do you hate me?"

The little beggar, who had been keeping his eyes and eyebrows lowered, suddenly raised his head and slowly began to wave his hands.

"No, no, it's not."

"I...I I didn't."

The little beggar stuttered when he was nervous.

"Really, really, really not. I, I, I..."

Plop.

Xiao Qingzhi's crisp laughter rang out.

"Hahahaha, you're quite cute."

When she heard her sister say that she was cute, her already red face became so hot that it seemed to be smoking.

He stuck out his tongue to lick his dry lips, his heart leaping with joy, but he restrained himself and asked in a low voice:

"You... don't you hate me?"

"I am just a little beggar, a useless person."

He was a helpless, wandering little beggar who was hated by everyone.

Does someone like him really deserve to be liked?

Looking at the humble and cowardly little beggar in front of him, Xiao Qingzhi knew that this child must have suffered a lot.

She sighed in her heart and said with a gentle smile:

"What's wrong with beggars?"

"People who don't steal or rob and live by their own efforts are amazing."

The little beggar seemed to have made up his mind. He rolled up the loose hair in front of his forehead, and a pair of extremely beautiful red eyes appeared in Xiaoqing's eyes.

Xiao Qing was stunned, and the next moment, she exclaimed: "Wow, your eyes are so beautiful, like dazzling rubies."

ruby!

The little beggar's eyes trembled slightly, and a layer of mist appeared in his vision.

My sister is really different from others.