Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu insists on pampering me

Gong Xiyue didn't speak, and when she heard the Burmese people scolding her, they probably really wanted to kill her, but Yan Qi protected her.

Yan Qi lowered his head, glanced at the whistle hanging around her neck, said nothing, and continued on his way.

Gong Xianyue closed her eyes, hoping that when she opened them, these people would have been caught.

She thought she would be worried about her current situation, but the fact was that she was very tired and fell asleep after a while. Looking at it like this, even if she was killed in her sleep, no one would find it.

Gong Xianyue suddenly started to dream, and she still dreamed about things when she was a child.

When she was a child, she lived with her grandmother. The mountain village where they lived was very remote. When she went up the mountain to collect firewood, she saw a boy appearing not far away. There were several tall men beside the boy. They seemed to He's talking about something serious.

She fell off the hillside. The basket on her back was full of pig grass and she was still holding the stick she had picked up in her hand.

She fell in front of the boy like a dog eating shit.

The boy looked a few years older than her. He was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head with interest.

Someone next to him reminded him, "Master, this may be a spy sent by others. We must kill him."

It was the first time Gong Xianyue heard such words at that time. Isn't this a plot in a TV series?

But the boy called Master took the stick from her hand, poked her face, and then poked her shoulder.

Gong Xiyue was stabbed very painfully and cried immediately.

The boy asked the person next to him, "Are you sure this looks like a spy? It's as white and tender as a newborn piglet."

"Master, it's better to be careful in everything you do."

The boy smiled and continued to poke Gong Xianyue with the stick in his hand.

Gong Xianyue did not dare to say a word, only dared to sob and cry.

"Her eyes are so beautiful, I want to dig them out and preserve them."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a helicopter suddenly sounded in the sky.

Gong Xianyue had never seen that thing before, not even on TV.

She forgot to cry. She only saw the helicopter parked in the distance, and then some people came down and knelt in front of the boy.

This was a deserted mountain, and she felt like she was dreaming.

But the boy walked over quickly, squatted in front of her, and continued to poke her forehead, shoulders, and legs as thin as chopsticks with the stick.

He seemed to have found some interesting toy, and there was a smile in his eyes.

Someone came over and spoke in front of the boy.

"Master, if you like it, you can take it back and keep it."

The words are like talking about a small pet.

The boy had a great time. He held Gong Xianyue's face with both hands very harshly and rubbed it hard until it was almost deformed before letting go.

"No need, this kind of gadget appears in the mountains, it looks like an elf, it would be boring to lock it up."

"That's what the young master said."

Gong Jianyue was a little angry. Although she was young, she still felt that she had been slighted.

The boy took a few steps forward, probably really hesitant to ask her name, but in the end he didn't ask and just got on the helicopter.

Gong Xianyue quickly got up from the ground, picked up the stick next to him, and bared his teeth and claws at the helicopter, wishing he could just go there and have a fierce fight with it.

She saw a big word painted on the helicopter - Yan.

She didn't know that her actions were all seen by the people on the helicopter.

After all, the helicopter was not flying high enough. The boy smiled and wanted to throw the things next to him, but he heard someone on the side stop him.

"If you drop it from this height, you will die."

He instantly lost interest, "Okay, let her live." (End of Chapter)