Chapter 394： Knock over the vinegar bucket

As soon as he turned around, he hit a solid chest.

The hot milk that he had just taken out of his hand was poured out at once.

Xiao Moli had quick eyes and quick hands, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to block it.

All the milk was poured on his arms and hands.

An Ziqi was startled, and hurriedly took his hand to the kitchen and turned on the cold water pipe to rinse.

After rushing for a few minutes, he pulled up and took a look.

There is still a big red on his hand.

He eagerly dragged the person to the living room, pressed down on the sofa and sat down, and found the ointment to apply to him.

While applying, puck up your mouth and blow gently upwards.

"Does it hurt?"

In the eyes is unconcealed distress.

Xiao Moli watched her being busy for herself, and after a while, a layer of sweat leaked from her little nose.

The soft finger pads gently massaged his hands.

The heat from his mouth, with a trace of her temperature, with her soft breath, hit his hand like a burst of electricity.

Xiao Moli held her hand backhand, pulled the person up, lowered his head and kissed her.

"Well."

An Ziqi was blocked and speechless, reaching out to push him, but couldn't push him away.

Thinking about the way he and Bai Xin'er were together, he accompanied her to the anniversary, was it the same with them.

My heart was so awkward and sour.

He opened his mouth and bit **** his lips, and a salty blood and fishy smell instantly spread.

Xiao Moli didn't care at all.

An Ziqi hit him aggrievedly.

Until he kissed enough, let go.

"Since you want your Bai Xin'er, if you can't let go of her, why bother to lie to me? Provoke me?"

After he pushed away, he got up and left.

Xiao Moli stretched out his hand and held it tightly, frowning, "I just ran into her there accidentally. When did I say I wanted her?"

"You still lie to me now, dare you say you haven't been to the anniversary?" An Ziqi bit her lip and looked at him and asked.

The three words Anniversary have been stuck in her heart for a long time, and at this moment they finally couldn't help but say them.

The expression on Xiao Moli's face instantly became fierce, and he said sharply.

"Who told you about the anniversary? Bai Xin'er?"

There are not many people who know this day. His mummy and others can never tell An Ziqi, only Bai Xin'er.

He just said how could it happen to meet her there.

Damn, dare to calculate him.

An Ziqi turned away from him, and said sadly.

"What does it matter who said it?"

Seeing his reaction, it should be true, and my heart is even more sad.

I didn't want to stay any longer, struggling to get up.

Xiao Moli squeezed her chin, turned her small face, and sighed.

"I have been to the anniversary, but it has nothing to do with her."

"You have spent the anniversary with her, and said it's okay." An Ziqi felt very wronged in her heart.

"That's the day of sacrifice."

Xiao Moli was helpless and told about the tragic death of 128 people when he was attacked by bombs and bombs in the Paris Orphanage six years ago.

An Ziqi opened her small mouth. She had only heard Mrs. Xiao say before that Xiao Moli was rescued by Bai Xin'er in Paris, but she didn't say what was going on at the time.

It turned out that he was nearly alive, a hundred times more terrifying than their experience in Iceland.

Using a bomb, thinking about the power of the bomb exploded on TV, even knowing that he is okay now, I still fear for a while.