President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Aibao scratched her head, and answered honestly, "I used to go to the hospital often, and I met many children in the hospital, but as I went there, they disappeared, and only their parents appeared in the hospital, with their chests covered. With such a small white flower.

I asked them where those children went, and they told me that they died and went to heaven. "

Therefore, every time I went to the hospital and saw a child whose parents had small white flowers pinned to their chests, Aibao knew that he had passed away.

Now, this little white flower landed on Huo Hangzhi's chest.

After Aibao explained, he thought of someone, and looked behind Huo Hangzhi submissively, his tone already becoming anxious, "Uncle Huo, where's Brother Mo Mo?"

Don't let Mo Mo's brother have an accident!

Huo Hangzhi opened the corner of his mouth, "It's not Bean Sprouts, it's my other child."

Aibao breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Huo Hangzhi sympathetically, "Uncle Huo, don't be too sad, that kid is going to heaven, he must not be ready to be your child, wait until he is ready I will come back to you again!"

The child's milky tone was actually not consoling, but inexplicably, Huo Hangzhi's mood was somewhat calmed down.

He repeated Aibo's words, "Will he come back to me?"

"Yes!" Aibao nodded heavily, "I will definitely, as long as he can feel your love for him in heaven, he will come back to you again."

Then, he took out a small cloth bag, "This is for you. If you miss that child very much, you can talk to the things inside. My mommy said that this is a tool that can transmit voice What you want to say goes to heaven."

This is obviously nonsense!

Huo Hangzhi was already immersed in the comfort that Aibao gave him, but when he heard this, he quickly came back to his senses.

I couldn't help laughing at myself.

What the hell are you doing? Do you really believe what this little girl said?

But obviously, these words are just for Aibao's mother to make Aibao happy.

He's an adult and shouldn't believe this.

Even Huo Hangzhi had no interest in opening the things in his hand.

He gave it back to Aibao, "Since it was given to you by you, Mommy, then you should keep it safe for yourself, but don't lose it, you know?"

"Of course I won't lose it, and it's not for you, Uncle Huo, it's just lent to you temporarily, and you'll return it to me when you're in a peaceful mood." Aibao said seriously.

Seeing Huo Hangzhi's astonishment, he explained, "Mummy said, this is what she thought about, so I can't give it to you."

That's it!

Not only did such a small prop deceive Aibao, but it even deceived Aibao's mother.

On the contrary, Huo Hangzhi became a little interested and wanted to know what he was pretending immediately.

He took the cloth bag and was about to open it.

But Aibo stopped him.

"No, Uncle Huo, you can only open it when you really want to say something to that child, otherwise, if you are not sincere, this treasure will be useless!" Aibao said anxiously.

Tsk, so troublesome?

Huo Hangzhi had no choice but to give up and stuffed the cloth bag into his pocket, "I see, I will return it to you after I use it up."

"Okay!" Aibao nodded heavily.

Then, he stretched out his hand towards Huo Hangzhi.

"Why, are you going to ask for rent?" Huo Hangzhi asked.

Aibao shook her head and took Huo Hangzhi's hand, "I'll share my happiness with you, so that you won't be so sad."