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Chapter 17: Chapter 17

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    The little boy was in his arms, motionless, the bristling fur on his head trembling, he looked like an aggrieved rabbit.

    The little meatless hands were holding on to the little bread left, and the milk had already been drunk, so he licked the residual milk smell on the corner of his mouth, and his cute big eyes were full of uneasiness and apprehension.

    He Lige is an arrogant and arrogant guy. He is usually arrogant and domineering, but he is definitely not a person without a conscience.

    If an adult beggar is being bullied, he will definitely not help, but a little boy under ten years old is being bullied, he can't stand by, let alone ignore it.

    His sense of justice is very strong, his sense of responsibility is also in place, his three views are correct, and his body and mind are healthy.

    The man got into the taxi with the little boy in his arms.

    Sitting in the car, the little boy's hands were trembling, and the hair on his head flicked, looking extremely nervous.

    He has never been in a car before, and this is the first time he has been in a car. His big round eyes are staring out of the window, shining with yearning for happiness.

    He Lige stretched out his hand to run down the little hair on his little head, and asked coldly, "What's your name?"

    The little boy's round face met the man's handsome face, tilted his head, hesitated for a moment, and then replied weakly: "Little idiot!"

    Idiot?

    Is this a personal name?

    It is not so much a name as a title.

    The corner of the man's mouth twitched slightly: ""

    Without even thinking about it, he asked: "Little idiot? Who gave you a name, it's so ugly!"

    The little boy scratched his head with his small hands, and replied without thinking: "That's what they called me."

    them?

    The man raised his eyebrows slightly: "Who are they?"

    When asked this question, the little boy lowered his head, his eyes suddenly dimmed, as if remembering something unbearable.

    Logically speaking, it should not be that group of staff, because that group of staff only called him a little beggar, and never called him a fool.

    The name "little fool" is more like that of someone close to him.

    He Lige didn't react in a daze, he was silent for a few seconds, his eyes widened, and he understood something in an instant.

    "Do those people who call you a fool beat you every day? Still don't give you food?"

    The little boy nodded in disappointment.

    With his nod like this, He Lige already had the answer in his heart.

    Those who call him a fool are none other than human traffickers who can't be shot a million times too many times.

    If it wasn't for the traffickers, his face wouldn't be so ugly.

    No one knows how much pain he has experienced, and no one knows how much suffering he has endured.

    Children of the same age thrive under the care of their parents, but he is being bullied by traffickers.

    This world is unfair, under the rule of the weak, no one will sympathize with the weak.

    The congratulatory song can feel his sadness, which is a kind of sadness that ordinary people can't bear, even adults can't bear it, let alone a child.

    "Let me change your name. From now on, don't call me a idiot, but Xiao Bao'er! When others ask you what your name is, you should say that you are called Xiao Bao'er."

    The man picked him up and put him on his lap. There was no prejudice or discrimination, only tenderness and kindness.

    Hearing the words "Xiao Bao'er", the little boy's lost eyes suddenly revived, as if the dark world was lit up with light.

    "Little Baoer! Little Baoer! Hehehe"

    He liked this new name very much, and his little hands grabbed the clothes on the man's chest tightly, rubbing against and rubbing like a kitten.

    The man didn't say anything, and hugged the little guy quietly.

    The driver was driving, and the city scenery flashed through the window.

    The man sighed, I really don't know how many other children like him are living in a world of dire straits, helpless, pitiful, and desperate!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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