Xia Jinmian was enthusiastically pulled into the villa by Dou Manni, and they exchanged pleasantries for a long time.
Finally caught the gap, Xia Jinmian asked her doubts.
"Auntie, where's Xiaobao?"
Xia Jinmian hadn't seen Xiaobao since she came in.
When Xiaobao was mentioned, Dou Manni's eyes turned red.
"It's all your uncle's fault. He insisted on sending Xiaobao to the training camp. He was just sent away the day before yesterday. He was still so young, so he went to the training camp... What if he can't eat well or dress well, and is bullied?"
Ye Yelin said helplessly, "The Great Treasure, the Second Treasure and the Three Treasures all came here in this way, so you don't have to worry."
"I'm worried, I'm worried! Whoever tells you to send him to the training camp, I can't bear it!"
Dou Manni suddenly played a small temper.
Ye Yelin was a little embarrassed, but immediately stopped talking.
It can be seen that Dou Manni has vented her anger at him quite a lot in the past two days.
Ye Mohan turned his head to the side and whispered in Xia Jinmian's ear, "Second and third brothers used to do this when they went to the training camp. It will be fine after a while, so don't worry."
Xia Jinmian nodded, maybe this is the worry of being a mother?
For a moment, Xia Jinmian thought of her mother again.
When she disappeared with her younger sister, she must have been worried too, right?
Dou Manni saw that Xia Jinmian was also a little depressed, and immediately hugged her and said, "Don't worry, Xiao Mian, Xiao Bao is very smart, we have to believe that he can adapt to life in the training camp, we don't worry, don't worry..."
She didn't know if she was comforting Xia Jinmian or herself, but Dou Manni's eyes were no longer red.
In the evening, Xia Jinmian went back to the bedroom after dinner.
Ye Mohan walked in from the balcony just after dealing with the crystal problem brought out from Demon Island.
Xia Jinmian immediately switched the screen, pretending to be idle and clicking the mouse, looking at some accessories.
Ye Mohan walked up behind her, leaned over and propped his hands on the computer desk, and wrapped her in his arms.
A low voice asked: "Is there anyone interested?"
Xia Jinmian shook her head, a little lost in interest.
Suddenly, she felt a chill on her neck and immediately lowered her head.
I saw a round pendant with a diameter of about five millimeters tied with a red string around the neck.
"What is this?" Xia Jinmian felt that it was not as simple as an ordinary pendant.
Ye Mohan pondered, and said, "You can call it a couple induction necklace."
Xia Jinmian: "...a couple?"
Ye Mohan raised his hand, and a pendant similar to Xia Jinmian's fell from his hand, but it was tied with a delicate silver chain.
"No matter which of us clicks on it a few times in a row, the other will flash, but there is a code."
Xia Jinmian was curious: "What kind of code?"
Ye Mohan demonstrated.
"Tap twice in a row, and the red light will flash twice for three times, indicating that you miss me."
"Tap three times in a row, and the red light will flash three times, which lasts three times, indicating that you need me."
"Tap four times in a row..."
"..."
After talking about six times in a row, Ye Mohan changed the subject.
"If you hold it too hard, it will get hot on my side."
Ye Mohan paused.
Xia Jinmian asked curiously, "What kind of code is this?"
"You are calling for help."
Xia Jinmian raised her eyebrows: "You mean, let me wear this thing into the training camp?"
"Well, you are not allowed to leave for a moment."
Xia Jinmian smiled, "But what if the training camp is not allowed to wear such things?"
"The secret agent training camp is not a killer training camp. It is very inclusive. Many folk wizards will be found and sent to the training camp. Many children have faith. Wearing a red rope around their necks makes them feel safe, so being an instructor When checking your belongings, your red string pendant will not be removed."
Xia Jinmian didn't expect such a saying, took a look at the red string pendant, and accepted it with satisfaction.