Everyone Pampers the Small Blessing Who Has a Spatial Pocket!

Wang Wulang and Hu Sanpang fought and accidentally injured Xiao Ayu, knocking out the baby teeth that Xiao Ayu was about to fall off.

The two were taken home by their elders, and each was beaten severely.

Widow Zhou was especially attentive. On the second day, she asked Hu Sanpang, "Why did you fight with Wang Wulang before, if you were not the best friend?"

Hu Sanpang gritted his teeth in pain. He didn't dare to think about it, and said, "I didn't say anything, I just told Xiao Ayu to marry me in the future."

Originally this week, the widow also brought a bowl of broth, which was just about to be fed into Hu Sanpang's mouth.

As soon as I heard this, I dried the broth myself.

Turn around and go out.

"Sister-in-law, my soup, I haven't eaten since yesterday, I'm so hungry!"

"I see that you are very full."

Still eating.

Coincidentally, Wang Wulang was also asked about the reason for the fight, and he told the truth.

Mrs Liu went back to the kitchen, cooked the bacon sent by Aunt Hu, and cut it into thin strips, thinking of feeding it into Wang Wulang's mouth in person.

It's just that Wang Wulang was flattered, and before he could open his mouth, he was taken away by the Xiao Zhang who was driven in.

"Brother and sister, don't be accustomed to him. He was lucky today. He fought with people in his own village. No matter what, he hurt Ayu. If he were rewarded today, he might be turned upside down in the future."

Liu Shi thought it too, and in Wang Wulang's eyes, he took the meat strips away.

Wang Wulang lay on the bed and wailed: "Mother, why are you so cruel, I have no credit, at least I have toiled hard? He is so fat that he thinks of my sister, I can't beat him yet?"

Xiao Zhang snorted coldly: "Why can't you be beaten? As long as you can hide from other people's eyes, don't make trouble for your family, you don't have to say that you beat them to death."

Wang Wulang blinked his eyes: "Mother, you don't blame me for killing someone?"

"I blame you for what you did. Today next year, I will add a stick of incense to your grave, even if the fate of our mother and son is all over."

Wang Wulang: "..."

That's not all, the other brothers of the Wang family learned of Wang Wulang's tragic situation and laughed at him one after another.

Wang Dalang naturally criticized for a while, saying that he should not be so reckless.

Wang Erlang was more direct: "What's the point of only being brave? This is the practice of killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred. If you want to really vent your anger, there are many ways. It is the most stupid to accompany yourself in."

"Third brother, fourth brother, aren't you also here to laugh at me?" Wang Wulang was lying on the bed with his head down, "I'm already miserable enough."

Wang Saburo said, "No, I just wanted to remind you that our family is going to the temple fair tomorrow. Thinking that you might not have anything to eat, I left you two steamed buns."

This temple fair is an annual large temple fair, and naturally it is extraordinarily lively.

"I have two buns here, the delicious stuffing is gone, this one with five kernels stuffing, and one with dried bitter gourd stuffing, you can barely fill your stomach."

Wang Wulang: "..."

They are a group of brothers, absolutely like a fake.

He was wrong, he really knew he was wrong, and he will never be so reckless and impulsive in the future.

In the dead of night, a little guy slipped into Wang Wulang's room.

A warm little hand touched his forehead. In the cold winter, this warmth was so obvious.

Then, a finger opened his mouth and stuffed something into it. Almost instantly, a burst of sweetness burst out.

"Ayu?"

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Ayu's air-leaking voice sounded in the darkness.

"Four wolves! Fifth brother, Wu Zidao did not intend to do it on purpose. Wo did not blame you." Xiao Ayu emphasized, "I was just scared and cried before, but Qi Si doesn't feel any pain at all."

"Yeah." Wang Wulang replied dully.

He buried his head in the quilt, his mouth was sweet, but his heart was sour.

A line of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and silently soaked into the quilt.

It's not that he hasn't been slapped in the face, and it's not that he hasn't pulled his deciduous teeth. How could he not be in pain?

silly sister.