This kid, as long as he comes to her recently, he has to think of ways to mention his father from time to time. It seems that this is blood relationship. He said he was standing aside with Mommy, and he was anxious to see that **** Chun Yuchen every day.

"Well, you brat, let's see how I can deal with you." Tong Wenya hugged Corgi in her arms and began to tickle him.

It's been a long time since I was so intimacy with my son. After his father passed away, Tong Wenya was still unhappy. Think about it, the adult's emotions should not be brought to the child, she should spend more time with the child, so that it will save him thinking about father every day.

Little Corgi giggled, Tong Wenya was also infected by his laughter, and the mother and son were in a mess for a while.

An unexplained gleam flashed in Yan Yin's eyes hidden in the dark, and then, slowly approaching them, neither mother nor son realized the danger.

"Mommy don't scratch anymore, giggle, giggle..."

Tong Wenya suddenly heard a little sound, and instinctively looked to the side, and after only one glance, her face suddenly became cold.

Wanting to protect Little Corgi, but it was too late, Yan Yin had already hurriedly pulled Corgi into his hands.

"Who are you? Let go of my son!"

"Let go of your son? Haha, why don't you let our young lady go?" Yan Yin, dressed in black and masked, was clutching Little Corgi by the neck, preparing to exert her hard. After solving the mother and son, Fang Shiqing has no reason to embarrass Yan Ming.

Oops, this person is Yan Yin, who has a very good kung fu, now he is stuck in the room, wanting to retreat from the whole body, it is as difficult as climbing. Tong Wenya glanced anxiously at the room. This was on the sixth floor, but the window was blocked by Yan Yin, and the door was too far away from them.

Even if she made a surprise attack, she might not be able to **** Xiao Keji from Yan Yin.

Seeing the woman in front of him turning his eyes, Yan Yin snorted coldly, and the red feathers fell between his waves. He held the hand of Corgi's neck and continued to force.

Little Keji's face turned purple, his breathing became hurried, and his heart was so painful that Tong Wenya couldn't take care of anything anymore, seeing his son dying in front of him.

She knelt on the ground with a puff, grabbed Yan Yin by the corner of her clothes, and begged him in a low voice: "Yan Yin, let my son go, okay? He is still young, how old he is, and he doesn't understand anything, you Do you have the heart to start with such a small child? I know Fang Shiqing doesn't want to let me go, she is afraid I will take her fiance. So, you kill me, you kill me, and let go of my son. Please, let him go! "Tong Wenya almost stared at Yan Ming's wrist without blinking, her body was ready to go, she was ready to die with Yan Yin.

All around, quietly terrible. Tong Wenya could hear her breathing clearly, and she could hear little Corgi's breathing more and more quickly.

But Yan Yin still watched her quietly, until she thought she had to act, Yan Yin gave a faint groan and agreed.

"You, come with me." The voice was dull, and Yan Yin loosened the hand that was holding Little Corgi's neck. Little Corgi was free and immediately ran to Tong Wenya and hugged her tightly.

"Mommy, I don't allow you to go there." He held her stubbornly, not allowing her to move at all.

"Little Corgi, don't worry, Mommy will be fine. Don't you trust Mommy?" Tong Wenya felt uncomfortable when her son was nervous, but there was a bright smile on the corner of her mouth, and she patted her hands gently. Little Corgi's head, she whispered softly.

"Little Corgi, Mommy is using a slow strategy. You hide, Mommy will take him down now."

"Really mommy? My mommy is the best." Little Corgi spared no effort to support Tong Wenya. Tong Wenya smiled faintly when she heard the words, and pulled him behind her back and placed him in place. She looked at Yan Yin, "Yan Yin, I'm talking about it. Come on."

After speaking, Tong Wenya closed her eyes and straightened her neck.

This kind of childish elegance made Yan Yin's expression stunned for a while.

"Yan Yin, Mommy will play a game with that uncle in a moment. You have to hide it." Six-year-old Yan Yin looked at her mother blankly, with tears in her eyes, but she smiled brilliantly.

"Ok."

"Go, good son. Mom loves you and Yan Ming."

With a faintly curled lips, a bright smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth, and the mother turned to face the incoming person. But she waved her hand at herself, and Yan Yin vaguely heard a "Run", and then he took her sister and ran out quickly.

The two were very small and ran very slowly. It took a lot of effort before they ran to the door and found the savior.

"Mom, we don't need to hide. Mom..."

However, Yan Yin turned her head and saw that her mother was soft to the ground, her neck was covered with blood, and she was gurgling blood.

"Yan Yin, promise me that I am dead and you will let my son go."

"Huh?" Tong Wenya suddenly interrupted Yan Yin's memory, looking scarlet at the little Corgi who was hiding behind Tong Wenya and looking as desperate as he was back then, Yan Yin felt a sudden pain somewhere in her heart. . The voice also became a little soft.

"Tong Wenya, promise me a condition, I can let you go."

"What conditions?" Tong Wenya looked at Yan Yin with caution.

"Take your child away from Chun Yuchen's sight, the farther the better."

"This... if you let me go, how can you explain to Fang Shiqing?" Tong Wenya was surprised by Yan Yin's sudden letting go. He didn't expect him to have such a benevolent side, and started to worry about him.

"busy body."

Yan Yin snorted coldly, opened the curtains, and completely disappeared in front of Tong Wenya. The night wind came in through the window, and the sweaty Tong Wenya suddenly relaxed, and her whole body couldn't help shaking. Looking faintly at the red feathers on the ground, she sighed secretly, turned around, and hugged Corgi tightly.

"Little Corgi, you're okay. It's okay." In his slightly crying voice, he was full of joy after the disaster.

"Mummy, I am a man, I will protect you."

Little Corgi spoke childishly, and her fleshy hands touched Tong Wenya's cheek, "Mummy, Corgi promises that I won't make you cry again."

"Knocking"

"Little Corgi, follow Mommy." Tong Wenya trembled in fright by the sudden knock on the door. She was afraid that Yan Yin would return, and she shielded Corgi behind her, and grabbed a stick at the door.

The mood that was finally relaxed was tense again, so late, who would knock on the door. Yan Yin could completely kill their mother and son, but he didn't do anything. It was unlikely that he would return. Could it be that Fang Shiqing was worried about Yan Yin, so he sent other people to kill them?

Tong Wenya looked out the door through the anti-theft opening, Xin Chang standing straight outside the door, it turned out that it was him...