Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Chapter 592: You add bad luck to this princess!

Mrs. Bai was startled.

"Isn't it choking? Xianggong, take a look!"

Ye Siming hugged Gu Nuo'er a little tighter.

He slowly fed the little guy a mouthful of chicken.

Even if the face of Lian Ji next to him was swollen to the color of pig liver, he was about to be suffocated to death.

Ye Siming didn't forget to say in Gu Nuo'er's ear, "Should you close your eyes? He shouldn't look good in death."

Gu Nuo'er opened her round eyes and watched Lian Ji, with the help of Wen Fuling, pat on the back and pick at her throat again.

However to no avail.

She shook her head and said in a low voice, "Brother Siming, the book says that the scourge will last for thousands of years..."

According to Lian Ji's life expectancy, this time he will definitely not die.

Surprised at most.

Bai Yi walked to Lian Ji's side and grabbed his two ankles with a big hand.

Then he turned Lianji upside down and slapped him on the back.

He is a martial artist, and his hands are strong.

In this shot, Lian Ji let out a "wow" and vomited out a whole meatball.

He gasped for breath and cried for the rest of his life.

Wen Fuling hurriedly hugged Lian Ji in her arms, comforting her with lingering fears.

"Don't be afraid, mother is here."

Wen Zheng's face was oily after eating, and now he put down his chopsticks and couldn't help complaining: "You said you are too, what is this meatball doing with such a big man, it almost stuck the child to death!"

Gu Nuo'er looked up at him.

Waiting for Bai Yi and his wife to speak.

The little guy said in a glutinous voice: "Then I also ate acridine, why is it okay, is Lianji stupid?"

Wen Zheng took a breath.

The princess! It's disgusting!

But because he couldn't afford to offend, Wen Zheng moved his lips and didn't speak.

At this moment, Wen Fuling fed Lian Ji a small sip of water, slowly following the breath.

Lian Ji's face looked a lot better, and even the cry was quieter.

Gu Nuoer held the teacup in her little hands and drank a cup by herself.

Wen Fuling was secretly angry when she heard what she and Wen Zheng said just now.

The little princess speaks so unpleasantly, why is her family Lianji so stupid?

Drink water and choke the princess!

Sudden!

Lian Ji was in a good position, but suddenly choked on the water and coughed continuously.

A small face turned red again.

Wen Fuling's expression changed, and she hurriedly put the teacup back on the table.

He slapped him on the back hastily.

Mrs. Bai couldn't bear to see it: "Oh, what happened to Lian Ji? He choked on the meatballs and choked on the water."

Wen Fuling was already angry in her heart, but she didn't care about any pretense at the moment, she raised her head and reprimanded: "Sister, even Ji is like this, can't you say a few words less? Are you happy when you see something happened to him!"

With a "pop", Gu Nuoer slapped her teacup on the table.

Wen Fuling trembled inexplicably, subconsciously withdrew her annoyed expression, and looked at the princess cautiously.

Gu Nuo'er turned her head, a small face that was blushing in white, could be broken by blowing bullets, and her skin was delicate.

Her brows flashed smartly, but the slightly wrinkled eyebrows indicated her displeasure.

"Wen Fuling is right, Wo allows you and Wo to have dinner together. You don't say that Aunt Bai has worked so hard to cook such a table of dishes. It's just a matter of choosing between three and four, and the situation happens frequently. It's really bad luck!"

Wen Fuling lowered her head, no matter how dissatisfied she was being taught by a five-year-old baby, she could only endure it.

Gu Nuo'er pointed with a small hand: "If I don't eat Liao, if I'm hungry, I'll tell my father when I go back, I'm angry with you. There is a stupid aunt who can't even give water to the child, so I have to blame others! "

The author's warm reminder: If someone around you is choking, take the Heimlich maneuver or seek medical treatment in time when appropriate, and do not take the novels seriously.