The woman didn't expect there was someone here, she smiled awkwardly and guiltily: "No, it's okay, the child is just feeling hot, it will be fine in a while."
As he said this he was about to leave.
When Naituanzi saw Rong Yongyue, his expression froze for a moment and he cried even more aggrievedly.
“Wuwuwu…”
[Aunt, hug, hug Fuman, the bad guys will hit him, Fuman will feel pain. ]
The chubby little hand stretched out towards Rong Yongyue.
Rong Yongyue almost lost control of his facial expression when listening to the baby voice.
Full of blessings?
Ye Fuman?
Ye Zhoushan’s daughter?
Her niece?
Does the little guy know that she is his aunt?
When the woman saw the little guy reaching out his hand, her face suddenly turned ugly.
Without saying a word, he turned and left.
Naituanzi cried heartbreakingly and reached out to Rong Yongyue desperately.
Rong Yongyue frowned: "Wait."
The woman didn't listen and walked faster.
Rong Yongyue's face darkened, he took a big step and stopped in front of the woman.
"Give me the child."
The woman looked fierce: "Why? Are you a robber? Why do you take my child away?"
"Get out of the way now, we want to go home. If you stop me again, I will call the police."
The woman appeared to be fierce but was actually weak, and tried to scare Rong Yongyue away.
Rong Yongyue remained unmoved.
He moved suddenly and knocked the woman twice on the shoulder and elbow.
The woman's arm felt numb and she unconsciously let go of Fuman's hand.
Rong Yongyue caught the little boy and patted him in his arms: "Be good, Fuman, don't cry. Your aunt is here, don't be afraid."
The little girl cried so hard that she couldn't stop, and sobbed on Rong Yongyue's shoulder.
“Wuwuwu…”
[Bad, beat up bad guys, bully Fuman...]
Rong Yongyue pursed her lips and looked gloomy.
The woman was so angry that her eyes turned red. She tried to rush forward to grab it, but was kicked down by Rong Yongyue.
He hit the wall and fainted.
Only then did Rong Yongyue have time to look at the milk ball.
It was a pale, soft little ball, with bruises all over its arms and legs, which was particularly eye-catching.
Sobbing quietly, looking pitiful.
"Fuman? Do you know my aunt?"
The little guy looked up, looked at Rong Yongyue with tearful eyes, and snot bubbles came out of his nose.
Rong Yongyue was immediately delighted.
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