Limited Time Hidden Marriage

Chapter 852: Savior

   Chapter 852

  Hua Zhang’s music-like sound, although immature, is particularly pleasing to the ear, as if full of unique charm, enough to stir people's hearts.

  It makes people...unforgettable once you hear it.

  Is this a child?

  Mo was a little surprised when he was in full bloom, and squeezed through his mouth with difficulty, sending out a faint doubt.

"Who are you?"

   "I am me, the color of fireworks is different." The soft and waxy voice sounded again.

"what are you doing?"

   "Help you!"

"help me?"

   "Yes!" The child's voice was raised a little higher, full of triumphant pride, "Use the kiss method to save you! You see... you have been saved by me, so you should call me a savior!"

  Using...the way to kiss? !

   Suddenly, the dust-covered memory deep in the heart opened with a click.

  In his prime, Mo remembered that a long time ago, when he was about to forget, Wen Churan used this method on him in the stone room of the villa, bringing him back to the verge of death.

  Kissing cures asthma. Few people know this method.

  How could this kid...

  At this moment, Mo seemed to realize something in the prime of time. A ridiculous idea suddenly surged in my heart.

  It was so absurd that he himself felt incredible.

  He grabbed the child’s arm and asked, "Who are you? What's your name? Where are you from? And... where is your mother?"

  Faced with a series of questions from the man, Little Milk Pot didn't want to answer at all.

  Saving him kindly, he was so fierce!

The little milk can snorted dissatisfiedly from his nose, and said, "As long as you know that I saved you, and I am your savior, it's OK. As for my name and where I come from, you are OK. Don’t ask, I won’t tell you anyway! And...Don’t think I saved you, you can soak my numbness! Hmph, don’t think about it!"

  "I..." Mo Zhengshi was about to explain.

  The little milk tank suddenly screamed, "Oh! I'm going to be late!"

   Immediately afterwards, he kicked the man's hand that was holding him, got up from the man, and rushed out without even having time to urinate.

Sheng Shimo, lying on the ground, tried his best to open his heavy eyelids, and through the small gaps in his eyes, he only vaguely saw a small figure, staring at his short legs and rushing away, and soon disappeared without a trace. Without a trace.

  Almost only a few seconds, the ink could no longer hold it in its prime, his eyelids closed, and he completely lost consciousness.

  ——

  The small milk can rushed back to the audition venue. The small fried dough stick was standing outside the lounge anxiously. Seeing him coming, he immediately rushed forward and shouted, "My little ancestor, where are you going, the phone can't get through!"

  Can't get through the phone?

  The little milk can took out the mobile phone from his pocket, only to find out that the mobile phone was turned off by him when he played with it.

   "What's wrong? Is it coming to me soon?"

   "My little ancestor, a staff member came to call you to play ten minutes ago. I searched the entire stadium but couldn't find your figure!"

   "Huh?" The little milk can was surprised, "Then what number is it now?"

   "Just played on the 26th." Little You Tiao was about to cry in a hurry, "It's over, it's over!"

  The little milk can lowered her head and saw the number plate hanging around her neck, which was written with the Arabic numeral 20.

  So... it’s not that he is almost there, but he has already missed it, and even missed a full six numbers!

  (End of this chapter)