Chapter 939 Don’t Be Angry

The pressure was enormous, but An Ran couldn't help but nodded. As long as she could see hope for the future and see that this generation of babies could still survive in the apocalypse, An Ran would have the motivation to think about these little things.

Otherwise, when the doomsday virus is updated in the future, the pink flowers will no longer be able to hold the situation, and the generation of dolls whose antibodies have been destroyed will all die? In this way, An Ran thought while walking back out of the laboratory. What other methods can she use to increase the number of pink flowers? Thinking about it, An Ran stood in place, bent down, looked at a small white flower beside her knees, stroked the white petals with her fingertips, and infused some energy into it. The small white flower seemed to be greatly encouraged and grew rapidly. After a while, the thumb-sized flower grew into the size of a fist.

The flower stems were twice as thick and covered with sharp thorns.

"Mom, mom, this is for you!"

In the mutated woods in the distance, the doll ran out with a handful of pink flowers in her hands. Her small body seemed to have rushed out from a thick black shadow. The black shadow quickly gathered behind her and finally condensed into a small piece and fell under her little feet.

Could it be that no one has ever doubted why, in the absence of the sun, the shadow of the doll still appears darker than anyone else's? An Ran thought to herself, squatted down, hugged the doll that was running towards her, then stood up, looked at the handful of pink flowers in the doll's hand, and counted them roughly. There were at least five or six more.

"Hmm? Thank you, baby. Where did you pick so many pink flowers? They are all in bloom. Have you picked all the flowers in our yard?"

An Ran, who was holding the doll, felt sad in her heart, thinking of the few pink flowers left in her house. For the first time, she felt despair about the doll's behavior of plucking flowers.

But Wawa didn't understand what her mother was thinking. She had to use all her strength to deal with Mu Feng. She couldn't see anyone's inner thoughts at this moment. She happily put a bunch of pink flowers in her little hand to An Ran's nose, and said to An Ran sweetly as if to please her: "Mom, this is for you! Don't be angry."

Several days had passed, and the doll who had run away from home had not received her mother's call. She began to panic, and thought for a long time with her little head. She vaguely remembered that in other people's minds, there was a scene of giving flowers to apologize to others, so she followed suit and picked a handful of pink flowers and gave them to her mother.

I hope my mother will stop being angry and will quickly make peace and let her go home.

An Ran was touched. This was the first time the little brat gave her flowers. She couldn't help but feel happy. With a smile on her face, she took the bunch of pink flowers from the little kid's hand and asked:

"Will you run away from home again?"

"No, never again."

Wawa shook her head seriously and hugged Anran's neck very obediently. In other people's minds, running away from home was all due to parents' anxious compromise, but it turned out that it was all fake. After she ran away from home, her parents did not come to look for her, so she would definitely not use this trick again in the future.

"Okay, let's put this matter behind us. You are not allowed to harm other people's fields again, no matter what the reason is, okay?"

My next book is a contemporary light suspense novel. Is anyone interested?

(End of this chapter)