It doesn't like naughty children, but it doesn't hate children as well-behaved as the male protagonist.

It chirped a few times, jumped onto the little boy's shoulder, and rubbed its head against his round and soft face.

The woman stopped in surprise, and said to Ana Shen with a smile: “Mr. Shen, your bird is really spiritual.”

"Chirp!" Of course, in its previous life, it was a human, reborn with memories in this life. It was different from ordinary birds. It smacked its little mouth, and the sweet taste of osmanthus cake seemed to linger in its heart.

Shen Yanjin pursed his lips slightly, with an expression that always kept people at a distance. His crescent-shaped white clothes were gently blown up by the wind, and he looked like an immortal.

If he hadn't been banished to the countryside of Qiuzhu Mountain, with his looks, he would have been the dream lover of thousands of girls in the capital. Xiao Yan smiled, feeling a strange sense that his son should get married after he was raised. However, wouldn't Shen Yanjin and the heroine meet soon? The hero is now ten years old, and in another six years...

I don't know if it can live to that time. Xiao Xu is happy, living in the present and cherishing the days with the male protagonist. It will stay with the male protagonist for one or two years at most and then leave. It is afraid that it will be reluctant to leave if the time is too long.

The woman apologized to Shen Yanjin, picked up the young master and left without looking back. After they had walked away, they occasionally heard the woman's pitying scolding. The young master lowered his head and did not dare to raise it.

What a lovely mother and son.

After Xiao Yu watched the man leave, he looked at Shen Yanjin with his round eyes without blinking. He seemed a little unhappy? It must be an illusion. How could he see any unhappiness in his expression?

Chen Wang foolishly released all the insects he caught. It was the first time he saw a bird that didn't eat insects. He was surprised for a long time before he put his head down and went about his own business.

Shen Yanjin hadn't said a word since Shen Wang left. He sat on a stone chair, sipping his tea casually, his gaze calm. He was dressed in a white dress with a cloud pattern, his features handsome, his eyebrows reaching his temples, and his lips pursed lightly as he spoke, "Fat Chen."

Xiao Xu, who was admiring the beauty, was hit by a claw and fell off the stone table which was several meters high. After he stood still, he stared at Shen Yanjin with his small black eyes.

Is Fat Shen calling it?

Seeing it tilting its head and looking silly, Shen Yanjin's eyes were filled with a hint of amusement. He took his time, drank a sip of tea, and said in a slightly fluctuating voice: "Fat Chen."

Xiao Xu walked over and knocked over his tea set with a wing. He grinned fiercely, raised his head and looked at him in resistance. The hair on his body stood up, like a little white hedgehog with ink on it.

Who was Shen Xiaopang calling?! Such a perfunctory name. As a spiritual little fat bird, no, as a spiritual and dignified little bird, it doesn't want to be called this name.

It strongly condemns.

Shen Yanjin's expression remained unchanged. He just flipped over a cup and poured new tea. He looked arrogant and indifferent, his slender black eyes filled with sharpness looking into the distance.

Xiao Xu wanted to kick over his tea with his claws again, but when he felt the temperature around him drop by one degree, he shrank his head and chirped loudly, refusing to obey even at death.

It is a bird with a name!

Someone is indifferent to the matter and doesn't even look at you.

Xiao Xu secretly hated himself for not being able to speak. If not, even if a Daluo Jinxian was here today, he would definitely pay his respects to that bastard Shen Yanjin for his entire eighteen generations of ancestors.

Look at this disgraceful fellow, his genes must have mutated!