Chapter 874 The Dress Was Burned

The photographer looked at the two of them in admiration, "Sometimes when Xie Limo carried Yun Bixue on his back, the photographer would capture this most natural and tender scene.

Yun Bilu was also bumping and jumping behind him. During the break, she called Huang Yize and said, "Huang Yize, my sister and brother-in-law always carry my sister on their backs when they take photos."

Huang Yize said on the other end of the phone, "So what you mean is that you want me to carry you in the future?"

Yun Bilu was exposed at once, and deliberately said loudly, "That's not what I meant. Are you still at home with grandpa?"

"Yes."

"Eat well at noon, I have to continue to be busy. "

After saying a few words, he hung up, but Yun Bilu felt happy in her heart. She always felt that hearing his voice and knowing that he was at home made her feel particularly at ease.

Just when they were resting, a few children came over to play. No one was on guard. After a while, the children actually set fire to the dresses for taking photos.

When they found out, the woods next to them were almost burned. Yun Bilu was quick to start the fire-fighting system and control the fire, but the dresses for taking photos were also burned.

The children who set the fire were still running and singing, "Oh, burn, burn, bad guys, burn the bad guys to death..."

Bai Yaoyao and the others ran up and caught two boys, and the other three were caught by the shadow guards.

Yun Bixue frowned and looked at the children coldly. The oldest was only ten years old, and the youngest was only five or six years old. These five children were so young to do such things. It was simple It was unimaginable.

Yun Bixue's chest was heaving with anger. She was not angry at the children, but at the people who used them.

When taking wedding photos, countless death warriors and shadow guards formed a protective circle on the periphery. No suspicious person could enter or leave at will, but what everyone did not guard against was the children.

You can imagine that it was originally a very happy and warm day when you were going to take wedding photos, but someone set all your dresses on fire. This feeling is no different from burning yourself.

Yun Bixue clenched her fists tightly and stared at the children fiercely. It seemed that she was venting her anger through these five children to the people who instructed them.

Perhaps it was because Yun Bixue's eyes were too cold, and the children were so scared that they wanted to hide behind.

The youngest five-year-old child looked at Yun Bixue and said, "Bad guy, you are a vicious woman, a vicious stepmother in a fairy tale. "

The child spoke clearly, word by word, which made Yun Bixue depressed and cold, as if the coldness penetrated her whole heart.

She thought she had not done anything bad, nor had she hurt any child, but when one day, these children, who should have been the purest, said such accusatory words from their mouths, no one could stand it.

Yun Bilu pointed at the children and said, "Who taught you? How old are you, and you have learned to do bad things? Do you believe I will let the police arrest you?"

The oldest child, who was ten years old, said confidently, "We are not afraid, it is you who are bad."

Yun Bilu gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, you still think you are right, right?" As she said that, Yun Bilu stretched out her hand and turned up her sleeves, and was about to hit these children on the buttocks.

She was also very angry. If it was an adult, she would have kicked them directly, but these children were not resistant to beating at a glance, so she could only hit them on the buttocks.