CH 21.2

he Villainess is Three and a Half Years Old Chapter 21.2

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Even though it was not a weekend, there were still many people who came to the playground, mostly couples or best friends who came together.

Ye Ya was short and small, so she only saw legs, legs, legs, leg hair, leg hair, and leg hair for a long time.

“What do you want to play, is the ferris wheel okay?" "The driver bent over and asked, pointing to the ferris wheel in front of him.

Looking at the towering building, Ye Ya was so scared that she got goosebumps and shook her head like a rattle, “No, no. Little leaves can't go up the sky~” The wind would blow her away, and she wouldn’t find her mother if she were blown away.

“Okay, okay. We won’t go." The driver patted her on the head, “What about the carousel?"

Ye Ya looked at the colorful wooden horse with music not far away, and nodded reluctantly, "But mister, you can only play for a while."

“Okay...... eh?" The driver looked at her and laughed loudly, “Okay, mister and Yaya will play together."

He was about to take Ye Ya to buy a ticket when the phone called in. He saw the call display, and the driver's expression changed transiently.

——It was his wife who wanted to divorce him.

The driver converged his emotions and took Ye Ya to the bench next to him to sit down, “Yaya, wait for mister here. We’ll go buy tickets for the carousel later." His tone aggravated, “Don’t walk around."

Ye Ya nodded obediently.

The driver relaxed a bit, walked to a place nearby, and connected to the phone.

Ye Ya had long been thirsty after walking for so long. She opened her school bag, took out a small kettle, and drank water one slip at a time, looking around while drinking.

Although there were many people in the playground, there were only a few guardian spirits.

Suddenly, Ye Ya's attention was attracted by a small red flower fairy.

It should be a guardian spirit. It was the size of a thumb, the shape of a man; it was wearing a rose skirt with cicada-like wings flickering behind it. It was very anxious, waving its wings and circling around, chirping in its mouth.

This guardian spirit belonged to the flower and grass tribe, and it was hard for Ye Ya to understand its words.

[Idiot, you can't go with her.]

[She will sell you!]

The five-year-old girl guarded by the guardian spirit was cute-looking, beautifully dressed, with tears in the corners of her eyes. She was listening to the old lady in front of her anxiously. The next second, she reached out her hand…

Ye Ya's heart tightened, and she ran over holding the water cup.

“Sister! ”

The little girl who was about to reach her hand out suddenly stopped and looked over with a choking voice.

“Dad has bought the ticket and told me to come get you." Ye Ya took her hand and looked up at the old lady with a frozen smile, "Grandma, who are you? We don't know you!” She spoke loudly and instantly attracted the attention of the people around her.

“You don't mean to kidnap children, do you?”

“Should we call security?”

“I think it's better to call the security guard. I saw her sneaking around just now...”

There was a lot of discussion among the people. The old lady's expression got worse and worse, and her smile disappeared completely in the end. She took two steps back, ran out of the crowd almost as if fleeing, and disappeared into the vast sea of people in the blink of an eye.

After the danger left, the guardian spirit breathed a sigh of relief. The elf pulled up the corner of her skirt and bowed gracefully to Ye Ya, turned around, and hid.

“You can’t find Mom and Dad?" Ye Ya raised her head and looked at the girl who was still sobbing, then thought for a while and said, "I can't go too far." Mister driver was still waiting for her; he will definitely get lost alone.

The girl didn't speak, she lowered her head and cried intermittently.

“Don't cry, don't cry." Ye Ya hugged the girl who was taller than her, took her hand, and sat on the bench she came from. She turned her head and glanced. The driver, who was so focused on the phone, didn't pay any attention to what was happening here.

Ye Ya asked the girl, "What's your name?" ”

The girl twitched, "Xia, Xia Qing."

Xia Qing?

Ye Ya blinked; that sounds a little familiar.

“I can't find my uncle." She cried enough. She looked at Ye Ya’s pale and clean face with her eyes moist from tears.

In the sun, Ye Ya's skin was bright and shiny, and her face was soft and bouncy, giving people the desire to go up and pinch and rub it; Xia Qing then observed her hair. Perhaps because of malnutrition, Ye Ya's hair was slightly yellowed, but it didn't affect her cuteness. Her eyes were big, her eyelashes were too long, and she was quiet and well-behaved.