Chapter 274: To live well means to eat more
The girl hugged the rice pot distressedly and said, "Don't be afraid, I will call the police for you later. I will tell your father to come and rescue you."
Big Rice Pot's eyes widened in confusion. "Are you asking Daddy to live with me in the ocean view room?"
The girl was stunned. Looking at the big rice pot with its head tilted, looking clueless, her eyes turned red.
The kidnappers are so despicable that they bully such an innocent child.
"Baby, you have to be strong! You must work hard to live!" She held the big rice pot's hand, "You must live until Daddy comes to save you!"
The big rice pot's soft little hand draped over the girl's shoulder and patted her, "I will live well, don't be sad to leave me!"
The girl couldn't hold it anymore. How could there be such a well-behaved child?
They were all kidnapped, but I still had to comfort her.
The girl hugged the rice pot tightly, listening to the sizzling sound of the rice pot, and said, "Good boy~"
The girl was so moved that she burst into tears. "You have to be good too. You must try your best to survive. As long as you survive, there is hope."
The big rice pot said in confusion: "What do you mean by living well?"
"Well!" the girl frowned, "It's just about eating well, sleeping well, and not letting yourself get hurt."
For her, this is the only way that Big Rice Pot can be in its current situation.
"Oh~ I will eat well."
Yes!
She just listened and was told to eat well, and her head was already thinking about what delicious food she would ask Xiao Huang to make for her after she took a bath.
"Then I'll go back now. I'll be back soon to save you. Don't be afraid."
The girl was still worried about the big rice pot, and she was reluctant to put her forehead against her round head, and said firmly: "Remember to live well."
The big rice pot nodded obediently, "Yes, yes, yes~ I will eat well."
After the girl packed her things, she picked up the box and looked back at the big rice pot every few steps.
The big rice pot looked at her eagerly.
Her maternal instinct was overflowing, and she was reluctant to leave her son alone with the kidnappers. However, she was weak and snobbish now, and could not fight against the men outside. The most important thing now was to get out first.
Only if she goes out will there be a chance to save the big rice pot.
"Sister, do you want to stay and have dinner with us?" Big Rice Pot saw that she seemed reluctant to leave him.
The girl was so moved that she choked up. This child is so well-behaved.
At this time, he invited her to stay for dinner. He didn't even dare to think about whether the kid would abuse her after she left.
When the big rice pot saw his sister crying, he blinked his eyes in confusion: Is my sister crying because she is hungry?
She took small steps forward, grabbed her sister's hand, and yelled, "Xiao Huang!"
The girl froze.
What is this for?
Why call the human traffickers over?
At this time, Huang Xiao's footsteps were heard outside.
The girl winked at the big rice pot and said, "Don't ask him to come over!"
The big rice pot tilted its head in confusion. If it didn't call Xiao Huang over, how could it get food to eat?
"Are you done washing?"
Huang Xiao knocked on the door.
The girl shook her head at the big rice pot, indicating that she had not finished washing it.
The big rice pot paused for a few seconds in a daze, still unable to understand what her sister meant by shaking her head. Not wanting to lie, she said to the door, "I'm done washing!"
The girl's eyes widened, she quickly squatted down, and whispered to the big rice pot, "You don't want to leave here?"
Big Rice Pot frowned, "Why are you leaving?"
The girl held her forehead and said, "It's over! The kid must have been drugged by the traffickers."
After all, there are often reports in the news about human traffickers drugging babies and then selling them like piglets.
"Put on your clothes."
At this time, the door opened a crack, and Huang Xiao handed her a new skirt.
It's a weird big red dress!
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