Every world I die young

"is it?"

Cheng Jingling said with some doubts.

"Yanger, Linger, go home for dinner."

Women's shouts came from a distance, and people were gradually approaching, Mo Yinglan stood up from the ground, Cheng Jingling stopped paying attention to the vines that had never been seen before that caught her attention just now, turned her head and got up and ran to the in front of women.

"Aniang, my brother just attacked me just now, he is so aggressive." Cheng Jingling's voice was childish, but he complained confidently and unambiguously.

Mo Yinglan, who was only a few steps behind him, had black lines all over her head, this girl really didn't suffer a bit.

"I don't! Auntie, don't listen to her nonsense." Mo Yinglan imitated the tone of a child, first snorted disdainfully, and then excused himself. After all, he has Cheng Jingyang's memory, so he can't make mistakes at all. .

"Obviously Ling'er forgot that in the story A Niang told us last night, there is a spiritual plant that is a vine. It's because of your poor memory. I remind you kindly, but you still blame me for my bad tone?!"

"Excessive, be careful brother, I will beat you!"

Saying that, Mo Yinglan raised her pink fist, and Cheng Jingling put her head in her hands in a very cooperative way, begging for mercy exaggeratedly: "Ah, brother, I dare not, please forgive me."

The two fought around the woman, and the woman couldn't help laughing, covering her mouth and laughing.

After letting them fight for a while, the woman persuaded: "Okay, okay, if you want to go back and make trouble, the food is ready, if you don't go home, your father should wait."

Mo Yinglan reacted extremely quickly and immediately stopped the car, as if she had immediately withdrawn from the current role state, her eyes were calm and her expression was indifferent.

But because of the angle he was standing at, no one saw him, and the unusual expression on his face was only fleeting.

Mo Yinglan raised her eyelashes, and the innocence of children bloomed like petals, layer upon layer.

Cheng Jingling didn't react as quickly as he did. When Mo Yinglan was standing in front of her, Cheng Jingling quickly stopped her feet, but before she had time, she bumped into Mo Yinglan's back.

"oops!"

Mo Yinglan was thin and thin, so she was caught off guard by such a bump, her center of gravity was unstable, and her whole body fell straight forward.

"Yanger, Linger, be careful!"

The woman called out anxiously, her voice was high-pitched because of worry, and it sounded a bit shrill.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Yinglan forcibly twisted her waist, tightened her arms, and tightly protected Cheng Jingling in her arms, only to hear a muffled bang, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

But because of Mo Yinglan's best protection, Cheng Jingling was unscathed.

"Brother, brother..."

Cheng Jingling raised his head, his starry eyes were filled with mist, and his eye sockets turned red.

"Brother, are you okay, it's all Linger's fault."

Mo Yinglan stretched out a hand and rubbed the top of her hairy head, the hair was so soft, she wanted to do it a long time ago.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm really fine, Ling'er, don't worry, it didn't hurt just now, just like falling on the fluffy blanket at home before, it didn't hurt at all."

Cheng Jingling had half a teardrop hanging from the corner of his eye, sobbing, he said, "Really, really? But, the ground here is so hard, and there is no blanket."

Mo Yinglan said helplessly: "No, are you stupid or not? What I said was like, but not real. It just fell on the blanket. It was as soft as cotton candy. How could it hurt?"