But My Hubby Dotes on Me

In fact, Qin Zhiyou didn't want to raise his head. He hugged his knees and huddled in the corner. It's just a little girl, he doesn't even want to talk to her parents, let alone a foreign country, a child who doesn't even know him?

It's just that those little red shoes never left. When he lowered his head, he saw the nice bow on the red shoes. Then, he heard a crisp laugh above his head: "Black hair, are you from China too?"

Perhaps it was familiar, but the sound of Huaxia Kingdom made him feel more cordial. It has been more than a month since he went abroad. Before he participated in learning exchange activities, the teacher required them to speak in English. After I arrived in Vancouver, the chance to hear the Chinese language was that my parents quarreled. It would be better not to hear.

But the little girl's voice was too sweet, sweet and crisp, like a cute yellow warbler on a branch. He couldn't help but look up. From bottom to top, he saw the girl's cute tutu skirt, and on top was a short plaid coat, and on top, there was a bright and lovely smiling face.

The little girl was clean and looked one or two years younger than him. When she saw him, her round eyes flickered like an almond, and her long eyelashes looked like a fan.

Although he has seen many foreign children in the past few days, some blonde girls are indeed like dolls. However, Qin Zhiyou still felt that the little girl in front of him was so cute that she looked more cute than all the little girls he had ever seen.

I don't know if it was due to psychological effects or something. When he looked up at her eyes, the colored lights behind the little girl suddenly turned on. The warm light, with the bright little face, seemed to have a sudden warmth in such a strange street in this cold foreign country.

The little girl also held a sugar man in her hand, which should have been bought in a store in Chinatown. She grabbed the little sugar man, tilted her head and asked, "Are you from China? Can you understand me?"

Qin Zhiyou didn't speak, but looked at her quietly.

But the high cold on his surface still couldn't resist his normal physiological activities. There was a sudden grunt in his stomach, obviously—hungry.

"Are you hungry?" The little girl's voice was still crisp, she tilted her head for a moment, and handed the little sugar man in front of him, "Would you like to eat?"

Qin Zhiyou frowned. Of course, he would not eat food of unknown origin. The little girl was taken aback, "Are you afraid of poison? I watched a TV show yesterday, and the stepmother in it poisoned her daughter!"

What kind of stuff, Qin Zhiyou frowned deeper, but after hearing that "stepmother poisoned his daughter", he seemed to have stepped on the minefield in his heart and made it even more uncomfortable.

The little girl picked one of the sugar man’s arm, and gnawed it down carefully, "crack quack", and made a crisp sound, and then handed the little sugar man to Qin Zhiyou: "I only gnawed one. Little arm, I haven't touched it anywhere else. You eat.

Qin Zhiyou was indeed a little hungry. He had no money or food, and his eyes were dizzy from hunger, but he didn't dare to eat and didn't want to eat the things sent by the strange little girl. The two remained deadlocked.

However, if they did not move, it does not mean that others will not move. When the two of them were in a stalemate, a group of children next to him rushed over playing roller skating, and the leading one kicked the little girl's arm and kicked the sugar man in her hand.