Chapter 191

When Xue Changan said this, Bai Wenjing's heart clicked.

She felt something bad. Xue Baijun was a little abnormal recently, especially in the rebellious period, which surprised Bai Wenjing.

"I'll go and look for it with you. It's getting dark."

Bai Wenjing doesn't care about eating. She puts down her chopsticks and is ready to go out with Xue Changan.

"If you don't go, you'd better follow them in the house. Boss, I'll find it. I really can't. I'll call a few people to come with me."

Bai Wenjing looked up and stared at her sister and brother, only nodding.

After all, it's not safe to keep these two at home.

Xue Chang'an went out without taking a bite. Bai Wenjing cleaned up the food and kept it for Xue Chang'an and Xue Baijun. In her heart, she still felt something was wrong.

But she really couldn't figure it out. She had already talked with Xue Baijun in the middle of the afternoon. The little guy wouldn't run out without thinking about anything.

It soon became dark. After Xue Xiaohua and Xue Baijun finished their meal, they both climbed onto the Kang. Because she couldn't sleep, she simply sat on the Kang in a daze.

In fact, Xue Baijun didn't run far. He played next to the broken house in the village. Seeing that it was getting late, when he was ready to go home, he heard a voice from the broken house.

"Little guy, little guy, come in."

The sound came out of the broken house. It was a bit strange and gloomy. Xue Baijun was a little nervous. He knew that no one lived in the house. He had previously explored the house with his sister-in-law. There was nothing in it except a few broken chairs, a broken table and a broken earth Kang.

How can there be a voice now?

Is that a ghost?

Thinking of this, Xue Baijun couldn't help shivering and wanted to run away.

Where do you know that the voice behind him rang again: "Xue Baijun, I see you. Stop. You don't even listen to Mr. Feng?"

Mr. Feng, why is Mr. Feng here? Didn't he hear that Mr. Feng was hurt by someone a while ago? How could he be here?

So Xue Baijun asked tentatively, "how do I know you are Mr. Feng and not other bad people, such as human traffickers."

He had seen human traffickers, who were in charge of those stupid little children, but he wanted to abduct him, but there was no door.

After he said that, a voice came from the room: "little rabbit, you can't even hear Mr. Feng's voice. Did you ever draw a big bastard on the paper with a brush in class and paste it on Jiang Sheng, the son of the butcher in the next village sitting in front of you? Later, Jiang Sheng complained to me, or did I favor you so that you wouldn't be beaten by Mr. He?"

Xue Baijun heard that there was really such a thing. It was Mr. Feng who helped him out at that time.

So I had a little more trust in the shrill voice in the room. It sounded like Mr. Feng's voice.

So Xue Baijun bravely pushed the broken door open. Then there was a little light outside the house. Sure enough, he saw Mr. Feng lying on the broken Kang.

Mr. Feng was really miserable. Now he was lying on the Kang, covered with a broken quilt. His face was as white as paper, and his lips were dry and cracked. It was really different from Mr. Feng he usually saw.

So Xue Baijun couldn't help asking, "Mr. Feng, what's the matter with you?"

Feng Lun wanted to support his body to sit up, but he couldn't sit up with all his strength. He just continued to lie there and said weakly, "little rabbit, come closer and I'll talk to you."

Xue Baijun planned to take a step forward, but suddenly thought of what his mother said, so he stopped and said, "Mr. Feng, if you have anything to say, just say it here. My ears are good and I can hear it."

Feng Lun bit his teeth. He was very angry and wanted to trick Xue Baijun into following him and repair the little rabbit.

Not for anything else, just because the little rabbit looks too much like his father.

But at present, the little rabbit was not fooled, so he had to change his strategy and said with a smile: "in fact, it's nothing. You see that Mr. Feng is ill, you want to ask you to stay here and talk to me. How's your mother? I haven't seen her for a long time. Your mother is so beautiful."

Feng Lun sighed that as soon as he closed his eyes, Bai Wenjing's graceful figure could be reflected in his mind.

Such a woman looks more charming than ordinary girls.

But now his teeth itch at the thought that he is a waste man.

When Xue Baijun heard Mr. Feng praising his mother, he immediately said with some complacency: "of course, my mother is the most beautiful in ten miles and eight miles. I am the most handsome in ten miles and eight miles."

Seeing that Xue Baijun was gradually fooled, Feng Lun was even more proud.

He has to get this woman. Even if he becomes a eunuch in the future, he will let her make the right food.

So Feng Lun continued: "Mr. Bai Jun, you know you are a good child, and you know that your husband is ill now, right? The sick need to be taken care of, and I'm lonely. Look, I haven't eaten a mouthful of food so far. Why don't you call your mother and let her get some food? I'm starving..."

Xue Baijun seemed to smell something. He turned his head and asked him, "Mr. Feng means that my mother can cure you by sending you rice, right?"

Feng Lun's eyes lit up when he heard this: "yes, yes, that's what I mean. You know, sir, I have extensive knowledge. I tell you, my family lives in the capital. That house is more magnificent than any family in your village. You know? I always wanted you to be my dry son. When you grow up, I'll take you to the capital and make sure you are popular and spicy."

Feng Lun said such a long story in one breath. He just felt that his mouth was more dry and his saliva was about to stick together.

Xue Baijun heard it. It turned out that Mr. Feng wanted to induce him to turn his mother here.

He is not a three-year-old baby. How could he be so easily deceived.

Originally, his mother told him that Mr. Feng was not a good man and he didn't believe it, but now he looks like a living human trafficker?

So Xue Baijun planned to play with this guy, pretending to look forward and said, "well, sir, is your house the same as the palace?"

Feng Lun thought for a moment and said, "that's not right. It's almost like the imperial palace. Go back and call your mother here. I'll discuss with her. If she agrees, I'll take you to the capital when I get well. By the way, don't say I said it when you let your mother come here."

"Mr. Feng, you are ill. Can you get up?"

Speaking of this, Xue Baijun stepped forward again and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Feng, where are you hurt?"

Feng Lun's face darkened. This little thing really doesn't open any pot.

"A little injury, a little injury, even now..."

Before Feng Lun finished speaking, he felt his lower body cool, and saw Xue Baijun lift up the broken quilt covered on his body.