"Black is unlucky, I'll go with white!"
Huo Qingqing wrapped her arms around the man's neck and pouted, "No, I want the black one! Pu Changling, will you give it to me?"
The man said with a mixture of indulgence and helplessness, "Here, here, isn't that enough?"
The girl laughed and nestled in the man's arms, saying, "You're so good to me!"
It's so kind of you!
Zhao Xiaoyue continued to chatter, "Godmother, let me tell you, this cake was made by the most famous pastry chef in the country. I ordered it a long time ago, and I only received it today. I rushed over here as soon as possible so you could have a taste."
The first part is for a deceased person, and the second part is, of course, an explanation of why one is here.
She simply couldn't believe that Pu Changling would hit her in front of Huo Qingqing.
Zhao Xiaoyue, Master, get it right!
Uncle Pu was lost in his memories, unable to pull himself out.
After talking for a while and seeing that her master didn't react, Zhao Xiaoyue glanced back and her mind went blank for a moment.
Pu Liuye's face was deathly pale. He clutched the clothes around his heart tightly with his hands, as if he wanted to tear his heart out. He looked like a withered tree on the verge of death.
Zhao Xiaoyue jumped up and quickly walked to Pu Liuye's side, supporting his trembling body.
No matter how she called, there was no response. In a moment of desperation, Zhao Xiaoyue shouted, "Where did you come from, you little thief, trying to steal my master's wife's offerings?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Master Pu opened his eyes, his sharp, hawk-like gaze fixed on the tombstone. Finding nothing there, he was stunned for a moment before regaining his senses.
Zhao Xiaoyue breathed a sigh of relief, "Master, Master, you scared me to death!"
Master Pu bowed slightly, "Little Sun, thank you!"
ah?!
What? Oh, thank you then!
She didn't understand what the thanks were for!
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