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Chapter 967: Sister Miao¡¯s Story 3

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    He unexpectedly wore two rubber gloves on his hands, not like someone who came to pick up trash, but more like a scientist who came to do experiments.

    Bai Han picked up a bottle, unscrewed the cap, poured out all the water inside, then threw it on the ground, stomped the empty bottle with his right foot, and threw it into his nylon woven bag.

    He clapped his hands, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his clothes, and walked towards the green trash can next to him, humming a little song while walking, "La la la la~ I love picking up trash~ Trash is treasure~"

    His out-of-tune tune reached Zhao Miaomiao's ears, Zhao Miaomiao's heart twitched, and she raised her head full of expectation.

    Bai Han put his hand on the lid of the trash can, he lifted the lid, and the singing stopped suddenly.

    Inside squatted a little black-haired girl with a dirty face, a pair of grape-sized round bright eyes stared at him blankly, and suddenly said, "Dad."

    Bai Han was taken aback for a moment, then patted his head, "Oh, little sister. Why are you here?"

    He reached out and swept the confetti off Zhao Miaomiao's head, and lifted him out of the trash can.

    The little girl looked soft and cute, but her strength was not small. She put her hands on his neck, leaned into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

    Bai Han looked at Zhao Miaomiao speechlessly, shook it off, but didn't shake it off, so he could only smile, "Little sister, what's wrong with you? Why are you in the trash can? Did you get separated from your family?"

    "I'm waiting for you, Dad." The little girl said softly, with a firm tone.

    "Oh, youIdon't shout, I'm not married. How can I find such a cute little girl as my daughter." Bai Han helplessly held his forehead, and reached out to stroke her hair.

    Zhao Miaomiao frowned, pouted and shouted, "Dad, it hurts."

    "It hurts?" Bo Han paused, looked at his hands, there was some blood on the plastic gloves.

    His complexion sank, and he turned the little girl's head, and saw that there was a gash on her head, which was bleeding.

    "Oh, it's terrible. I'll take you to the clinic." Bo Han hugged the man with one arm, and hurried away with his nylon bag in the other.

    Not long after he left, a car drove up, and several men wearing masks stepped down from it.

    "Find it quickly!" The leader said angrily.

    Several people rummaged through the garbage, but found nothing.

    "Fuck!" The leading man grabbed a man's body, kicked him in the stomach, and said viciously, "You can't even watch a child! How dare you make her fall off the car  !"

    "Boss, how do I know! The car door was broken, and the little girl was clever, she opened the door and fell down. I didn't even catch it!" The man held his stomach aggrieved.

    "Boss, forget it. It might have been rescued by the Zhao family. Let's go!" Another person persuaded.

    The leading man kicked the trash can to the ground as if discouraged, cursed a few more words before getting into the car and leaving.

    Bai Han hugged Zhao Miaomiao to find the nearest small clinic and went in.

    "Oh, get out! Those who pick up trash are not allowed in!" shouted the nurse inside.

    This is an extremely small clinic, with only one nurse sitting at the counter and a round-faced doctor sitting in a cubicle.

    "My daughter Bah, this kid is hurt a little bit. I'm here to see a doctor, not to pick up trash." Bai Han put the nylon bag aside, and carried Zhao Miaomiao into the cubicle.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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