Chapter 232 The wounds on the body were clearly drawn with a whip

Author: Jing Fatty’s Fatty

Chapter 232 The wounds on the body were clearly drawn with a whip

It was already past eleven o'clock when the two men took the fish back.

Just when Nan Qiao was about to ask Cheng Qingyi what she needed to do, Cheng Qingyi spoke first and said, "Go and invite them over first."

Nan Qiao knew that Cheng Qingyi didn't want her to do anything, "Okay."

The place where the two of them lived was not too remote, and Nan Qiao didn't meet many people while walking on the road.

She didn't know where other people lived, so she could only go to the place where she just found them.

Others should still be shopping.

Nan Qiao was walking when he met a little boy about five or six years old.

The little boy wiped his eyes with his two little hands, and his cry was not loud, but it was obvious.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The boy's little hand that was wiping his tears was covered so tightly that he couldn't even see the road clearly. He almost tripped over a big stone on the road and got bitten into the mud.

Nan Qiao helped the little boy with quick eyes and hands.

Looking around, there was indeed no adult around the little boy.

Suddenly being supported by someone, the little boy was a little confused.

Finally I was willing to put down my little hand.

Even though the little boy's face was dusty with mud, Nan Qiao could still roughly see the little boy's exquisite appearance.

Her two big eyes are like two big sparkling gems, her high nose, and her black and slender eyebrows. She is very cute at first sight.

The little boy was a little dirty, and his clothes were so big that they could fit two of him.

I don’t know how my family takes care of me.

"Pretty sister." The little boy shouted in confusion.

Nan Qiao smiled lightly, took out the paper in his pocket, and wiped his tears, "Well, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

As if something sad had been mentioned again, the boy pursed his lips and was about to cry again.

Nan Qiao took back some of her smile and said, "Stop crying. You have to tell me what's wrong."

"Sister, I can't find anyone."

"Who are you looking for? Your parents?"

The little boy tugged at his clothes with his little hands and shook his head aggrievedly, "No, I don't have parents."

Those people wouldn't let him call mom or dad.

"How did you get here?"

"Sister, let us out and let us run quickly."

The smile on Nan Qiao's face has completely faded.

The little boy was a little scared and shrank back.

I don’t understand why my sister who was so gentle just now is suddenly unhappy.

Nan Qiao gently pulled the boy's clothes, but he didn't know what he touched. The little boy shrank in pain.

But he didn't pull his clothes back.

Nan Qiao's eyes deepened and she carefully lifted up the little boy's sleeves.

Nan Qiao couldn't imagine that a child's arms looked like this, let alone the wounds on his body.

No wonder the little boy wears such loose clothes.

Nan Qiao took a deep breath and asked him in a soft voice, "Can you tell me where this wound came from?"

"Well, they beat me there." The little boy pointed to Nan Qiao with his little finger.

Nan Qiao looked in the direction he pointed.
Chapter completed!