According to his understanding of the Little Hell, it was impossible for him to let go of the person who betrayed him easily, so the Little Hell said that he wanted to withdraw his manpower. He really felt that his ears were deaf, or he had heard it wrongly.
He couldn't help but ask cautiously, "Are you planning to let Wangchuan go?"
Wu Jue's mouth curled up, and a very shallow curve appeared, and a bloodthirsty residual light flashed in his eyes, "Is this what you should care about?"
Hei Wuchang was scared and almost scared to death by the little Hell's uncertain expression. Where did this come from? It's simply terrible.
If you don’t forgive, you won’t forgive. What should you do to scare him, an old ghost?
Hei Wuchang received the order and immediately said goodbye, but he didn't dare to stay by his side for another second.
Wu Jue glanced at the hour on his wrist and called Fang Yiluo's phone. His voice immediately changed by 180 degrees. The soft voice would make Hei Wuchang suspect that the little king of hell was being attacked by the ghost. "Where is it?"
"Take Yimo in the supermarket."
“When will you come back?”
"A moment."
"I'll pick you up."
Fang Yiluo nodded, "Okay, then be careful on the way."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Fang Yiluo saw her son lying in front of the toy window looking at a toy, "What's wrong? I'm so depressed?"
"Yiluo's mother, Xuanqi said he likes tanks very much, and I want to buy one for him."
"Since I decided to buy it, why are you still worried?"
"My pocket money this month, plus last month, last month, and the money is not enough." His reluctant little eyes were always kept away from the tanks in the window.
Fang Yiluo looked at the logo and showed a limited edition model. Although she had never heard of the tank brand, it could be linked to the limited edition, which is enough to prove that this toy is of great value.
"How much is it that you're missing?"
"It's still 25 left." This number made him even more sad.
When Fang Yiluo heard this number, she couldn't help but burst into laughter and touched her son's little head. Honestly, this is pretty good. "I'll pay you the remaining money, but you have to help me with my work."
Wu Yimo smiled happily, "Mom Yiluo, you are so nice."
"But you have to promise me that you keep your word and never regret it."
He nodded heavily, "Well, I promise you Mother Yiluo."
Fang Yiluo took the money he saved from his son, then filled in another 250 yuan to buy the tank, and got the toy that Xuanqi liked, and couldn't help but want to inform him of the good news. Finally, he thought about it, and could only hold back and planned to hand it over to him personally after meeting him and give Xuanqi a surprise.
"Next, what is the first thing I will tell you?" Fang Yiluo pondered for a moment, "Yimo should also choose a gift for his uncle!"
Wu Yimo cried with a sad face, very reluctant, and wanted to refuse, but didn't know how to refuse, so he could only say dryly, "Mom Yiluo, I have no money anymore."
"It's okay, you can trade money to buy gifts for your uncle."
The fifth Yimo was stunned, and his first reaction was, "Mom Yiluo, why do I have to work hard to earn money to buy gifts for my uncle?"
Fang Yiluo pursed her lips. What kind of resentment and hatred did the father and son have reached the point of being disgusted.
Seeing that Yiluo's mother was silent, the moment of reunion was so short, he didn't want Yiluo's mother to be unhappy before leaving, so he could only agree unwillingly, "Yiluo's mother, I promise you to pick a gift for my uncle."
Fang Yiluo rubbed his son's little head, "Yimo, my uncle is actually pretty good!"
He said in a depressed voice, "It's better than my dad."
She couldn't help but chuckled, "Why do you hate your uncle so much?"
"Isn't he bullied Yiluo's mother before?" No. 5 Yimo remembered the memory of City A clearly. No. 5th Yimo could do well in the future, no matter how well the fifth master did, he would not forget that unpleasant memory.
"He..." Fang Yiluo's soft little hand fell on the fifth Yimo's little head, and his thoughts seemed to be in memory. "He is still a child, and he may not even be prepared for him, so his evil deeds towards you are not sincere. Yimo, don't really hate him. I hope many people can like our Yimo."
She couldn't help but blush her eyes. There was so little time to accompany her son, and she only hoped that Yimo could get more people's care. After all, he was Yimo's biological father.
Wu Yimo snorted arrogantly, but still couldn't bear to hurt Yiluo's mother. "I will force myself to like him in the future."
Hearing his son's childish words, Fang Yiluo curled the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Have you chosen a gift for my uncle?" They had been walking around the mall twice.
Wu Yimo nodded, pointed to the cactus in the flower shop and said, "It's it."
"Why is it a cactus?"
"I think the cactus looks the most like him."
"Can't you change one?" I'm afraid Yimo's childishness will follow the fifth best!
Yimo shook his head, "I chose the best gift for him, my uncle will definitely like it." He believed so firmly that Fang Yiluo had no choice but to do anything to him. He had already started thinking about how to help Yimo smooth things out, and it would be best if everyone was happy.
Perhaps she was thinking too far and did not notice the changes around her. Until the moment he pulled his son's little hand and did not pull Yimo, she realized that the entire mall was still, except for her.
Looking at his son's little expression of smiling while holding a cactus, Fang Yiluo's heart raised high.
She didn't know who came, "Who?"
At this time, a pretty woman in ancient costume walked from the crowd, with a little tranquility on her face, and slowly walked towards Fang Yiluo from far to near.
"Lu Hanxiao?"
Fang Yiluo narrowed her eyes slightly. She really looked familiar with this person's appearance, but what shocked her even more was that the other party actually knew her true identity?
"Who are you?" She stepped forward, stood in front of her son, and blocked her behind her.
The woman sat down on the chair beside her and said calmly, "It doesn't matter who I am. Anyway, you won't know who I am if I say it."
“Speak out your purpose.”
The woman giggled, covering her little mouth with bare hands, looking like a lady from a family. "I just want to come and see you."
"See me?" Fang Yiluo could not feel the power of God from the other party, but felt the strong dead aura, which was very similar to the decaying dead aura of the underworld. "Are you from the underworld?"
The other party was slightly stunned, "He is a smart person."
As acknowledging her identity, she looked at Fang Yiluo carefully, looked at her from head to toe, and pondered for a long time. "I don't understand, where are you good?"
Fang Yiluo's eyes sterned, and a hint of displeasure immediately arose in her heart.
She tightened her lip line and said nothing.
The woman began to say, "That year, many tourists from Chengyang Lake threw folding fans at me. I only liked his folding fans, but he was indifferent and focused on a singer. His eyes were so tender, but they showed a bit of struggle and determination. What's wrong with me? I'm not as good as a singer?"
Fang Yiluo frowned, but did not interrupt the other party's contempt.
"That day, I did something that was lost, making it difficult for a singer to sing and keep singing. I thought he would stop me, but he didn't, just watched you sing quietly. I couldn't say I was happy or sad. Later, the singer left, and he left with me. I made a bold decision, which was to follow the man."
Fang Yiluo had a little impression of it. It was her third life in reincarnation. Yan Jue asked her to be a singer. She couldn't remember what Su Zihan was. She only remembered that the little Yan King always came to listen to his songs. He sang for the whole night until his throat was hoarse and he could no longer speak. Then he spent money to let her rest. Although she was a singer, she mostly performed in public, otherwise he would listen to him.
Therefore, her singing woman lived a very peaceful life and was not sold. She still had to thank him for her extra care.
But at that time, she never understood his goodness.
"I saw him standing on the shore and watching the man's flower boat go from the light to the expiration, but he refused to leave for a long time. I saw his expression with confusion and despair. He moved his footsteps gently and fell into the cold Chengyang Lake in the next second. At that moment, I wanted to pull him without thinking. Unexpectedly, his figure suddenly disappeared, but I rushed into the cold Chengyang Lake and finally became a water ghost."
Chapter completed!