Seeing this, Xia Miantang immediately hugged the old lady and stopped her from chasing Shao Sirong.

She had never experienced this child robbery before, but seeing the old lady's angry look, Xia Mitang suddenly felt very happy. When Shao Sirong carried the child out of the room, she let the old lady go and said deliberately loudly: "No matter how crazy you are, you yell again. Now your son has fallen into my Daling's hands, just cry!"

After saying that, Xia Milk Candy ran away.

When the old lady caught up, Xia Miantang had already jumped into the car.

The car left the old lady's sight as the car roared.

In the car, Xiaobao, who was half awake and half unconscious, cried in Shao Sirong's arms in great horror.

Perhaps influenced by the old lady, in Xiaobao's eyes, Shao Sirong was a big devil who killed people without blinking. His young heart was shocked and frightened, and he cried loudly.

Shao Sirong frowned slightly and stared at Xiaobao who was crying endlessly: "If you cry again, throw it to feed the dog."

Xiaobao's crying stopped abruptly. Not daring to cry does not mean that the child is not afraid. He turned his head and stretched out his helpless little hand to Xia Miantang: "Hug, hug..."

Xia Miantang touched her nose, looked at the terminally ill child, and then looked at Shao Sirong's sinister face: "Yes, do you want me to hug me?"

Shao Sirong said nothing.

Xiaobao tried his best to do his last strength, his little arms and short legs were slid into Xia Miantang's arms, and his two fleshy little hands hugged Xia Miantang's neck tightly, as if he had grabbed the life-saving straw. After hugging it, he stepped his sick little head into Xia Miantang's arms, so scared that he didn't even dare to look up at Shao Sirong.

It seemed as if he couldn't see it, the great devil wouldn't exist.

Xia Miantang comforted softly: "Be good at Xiaobao, I am actually worse than your brother. You will be finished when you fall into my hands. Your mother says I want to harm you."

Shao Sirong was searching for Zhang Peng's mobile phone number, and when he heard this, he turned his head and looked at her.

"Your brother will just throw you to feed the dog, I will throw you to feed the wolf."

Xiaobao raised his wet and frightened eyes and was frightened.

A child who has no ability to judge looked at Xia Milk Candy and Shao Sirong, and had no idea how to save himself for a moment.

Shao Sirong called Zhang Peng and asked him to contact the hospital. Before the call was finished, a small thing suddenly appeared in his arms.

The weak and frightened Xiaobao weighed the pros and consented again and again, feeling that outsiders were not as safe as their own family members, so he crawled into Shao Sirong's arms, holding Shao Sirong's clothes tightly, and looked at him pitifully.

"Let the hospital be ready to wait for a while." Shao Sirong said the last sentence and hung up the phone.

Then, he narrowed his black eyes and looked down at Xiaobao who was eager to be protected. He patted Xiaobao's back without any expression, as if he was comforting.

"Brother, I'm good~~"

Xiaobao, who lives under someone else's roof, has a strong desire to survive: "Be good to Xiaobao, my brother won't feed the dog..."

Shao Sirong has no good temper, four words: "It depends on your performance."

Xiaobao nodded vigorously, nodding very, very hard.

Then, he lay in Shao Sirong's arms all the way, not daring to cry or make trouble, and he had to worry about his brother throwing him to feed the dog. That pitiful spirit.

When the car drove to the entrance of the hospital's emergency building, Xiaobao's body was already hot and he must have a fever.
Chapter completed!