He Qiu had many thoughts. Compared to He Wen’s maturity, he was more ruthless and had a hint of wolfishness in his bones.
She tried to find the memories of the original owner about He Jingsi and recalled the description in the novel. As a result, she found that the male lead’s role did not have many scenes, and his character was only as silent as the original owner’s memory.
And the novel only knew that the male lead died later, but did not explain why he had not returned for several years.
Since the person was dead, the readers were more fond of these few children. Naturally no one cared about him who was not popular from the beginning.
Now she is here. She found that many plot holes in the novel were not filled before the big ending.
For example, why did the female lead Ran Ran approach the male lead He Jingsi, what has He Jingsi been doing these years, and how did the few children end up on the path of blackening?
She always has a feeling that something must have happened later, which provoked the few children and made them want to kill the person at all costs.
She wants to know who the author of the novel is, so that she can have the person tied up with a pink sack later and let her write a horror novel for herself.
Thinking too much doesn’t make much sense, it’s better to cherish the present.
“Xiao Qiu, you doesn’t miss me…”
This sentence dragged on, fully expressing her grievance.
She pretended to wipe her tears. “I knew Xiao Qiu didn’t like me…”
He Qiu was at a loss, looking at her. Without the baby fat, his face looked tougher and more like He Jingsi.
He reached out his hand to wipe her tears. But as soon as he took Fu Yuling’s hand away, he saw Fu Yuling’s eyes turning into a crescent with a smile.
“…”
He Qiu now knew he had fallen into a trap. He turned his back and snorted.
Coincidentally, the two chickens that Fu Yuling kept in the yard and locked up also started to cackle, their two voices overlapping.
The cackling got louder and louder, soon covering up his own voice.
He Qui’s face darkened. He silently approached Fu Yuling’s side, continuing to hum, showing that he was angry and needed to be coaxed.
Fu Yuling saw his actions with her own eyes and the smile in her eyes deepened.
“Xiao Qiu, did you hear any sound?”
She sat next to him and asked carefully, as if she didn’t notice his discomfort at all.
“No sound!” he turned away uncomfortably.
“Oh! Is that so,” she said regretfully, “I thought I heard something wrong, I was going to comfort him, but it seems it’s not needed.”
“Since someone doesn’t need it, I’ll leave first.”
She shook her head and pretended to leave, her gaze never leaving the little boy who was knitting his eyebrows.
She left slowly, it was just a pretense. Sure enough, the next second her hand was caught.
Fu Yuling immediately changed her expression. She pointed at his little head.
“Tsundere baby.”
Picking him up, he instinctively wrapped his arms around her neck.
He was a lot lighter than before. After realizing this fact, she just frowned slightly without saying anything.
“If you like me, you have to tell me, otherwise I’ll think you hate me, and that will make me sad.”
“Does Xiao Qiu understand?”
She snuggled her face against his, relishing the soft touch.
Indeed, the skin of a child is as soft and plump as a peeled egg, really tempting people to take a bite.
After a moment, she looked at He Qiu who was blinking his eyes.
Hmm… still can’t take a bite. He’s a bit too big…
“For you…”
Just as she was thinking about other things, he opened his hand. Something was lying quietly in his palm. It was already wrinkled and unrecognizable.
