Chapter 682 Dancing Princess vs. East Factory Admiral 42
"What are you taking him for?"
Quan Jiu asked knowingly, and quickly distanced himself from the matter, "He's not as cute as Xiao Zhuo."
Chen Lang caught the loophole in her words, and Liang Youyou glanced at the little girl with a look of disdain on his face:
"So you called me because I'm cuter than Xuanyuan Zhuo?"
The word "cute" is not a good word when used to describe an adult man.
"No, because you are prettier than Xuanyuan Qinglan."
Quan Jiu spoke without thinking, and the answer was yes.
Perhaps because her tone was too decisive, Shen Lang's slightly gloomy expression improved a lot after he got in the car.
The corner of the milk ball's mouth twitched as he looked at his mother who countered his moves and flattered him without blinking an eye.
Quan Jiu noticed his little action and raised his eyebrows: "Why, do you have any objections?"
"No, no opinion, whatever you say is right!"
As Quan Jiu's number one fanboy, Naituanzi shook his head like a rattle, and took the opportunity to hook Quan Jiu's arm and rub it. If Shen Lang hadn't been there, he would have called him mother.
Chen Lang looked at the two people, one big and one small, who were acting in the same way as each other, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Although they have no similarities in appearance, their demeanor and movements are eerily matched.
This sense of fit continued until the carriage stopped.
Chen Lang got off the carriage first, and Quan Jiu followed closely behind. When she got off, he stretched out a hand and held her arm, supporting her very naturally.
The two of them did this kind of natural body movements many times at night, but it was the first time Shen San saw it. He swallowed silently and pretended to look at the scenery in the distance.
After Shen Lang helped Quan Jiu, he withdrew his hand and had no intention of helping Naituanzi again.
The height of the carriage from the ground is not a big deal for adults, but it is a big problem for short-legged kids.
Milk Ball hid on the crossbeam of the carriage, stuck his head out to look at the ground, hesitating whether to jump or not.
"cough."
Quan Jiu calmly bumped into Chen Lang's arm, hinting for him to help.
"Do you have a sore throat?"
Shen Lang touched her neck with concern.
Quan Jiu glared at him and winked at him frantically: "Xiao Zhuo is still in the carriage."
Shen Lang frowned slightly.
He still insisted on his original opinion and raised his own children.
"You haven't even grown all your hair yet, and you're already thinking about going out and fooling around."
For Quan Jiu's sake, he finally reached out and held the little girl in his arms, but his resentment towards Xuanyuan Qinglan deepened a little.
The little girl was a proud and arrogant person. Seeing Chen Lang's unwilling expression, he also lowered his head, his eyebrows knotted together, and his pink lips pouted slightly, showing that he was unhappy.
Quan Jiu bent down and kissed him, and the little guy immediately regained his energy and completely forgot about the unpleasantness just now.
Looking at the figure of Milk Ball running away, Shen Lang felt an inexplicable sour feeling in his heart:
"You dote on him."
He rarely saw her indulge someone like this, and even he had never enjoyed such preferential treatment.
"Are you jealous of a child?" Quan Jiu looked at him with a smile.
"without."
Shen Lang replied indifferently.
Anyway, this little bastard is about to leave, so he will tolerate him for two more days.
Quan Jiu was wearing men's clothing and didn't hold hands with him:
"Master Shen, don't blame me for not reminding you. Building a good relationship with Xiao Zhuo will definitely bring you hundreds of benefits and no harm."
He is now a eunuch and is destined to have no children. If he treats his son well now, he will have someone to take care of him in his old age.
Shen Lang naturally didn't understand her subtext. He didn't say anything and followed Naituanzi into a lawn.
As the warm sun began to shine, there were already many children running on the lawn. Many of them were running around with kites in their hands, making a lot of noise everywhere.
Quan Jiu saw Naituanzi standing there, looking up at the kite in the sky, and she felt soft in her heart:
"Want to fly a kite?"
"think!"
The milk ball's black eyes were clear and shining.
"I'll buy one for you." Quan Jiu touched his head.
The three of them found an old man selling kites. The old man was handing the last kite in his hand to a little girl. When he saw Quan Jiu and the other two coming over, he apologized.
"Sorry, the kites are sold out."
The three people in front of him were either rich or noble in dress, and he couldn't afford to offend them at all.
The little girl looked at the red koi kite in the little girl's hand, and a hint of envy flashed in her eyes.
"Xiao You, come here."
The little girl's mother took her hand and began to teach her how to let out the string. The little girl looked smaller than a small ball of milk and had just learned to walk, so she walked unsteadily.
"It's okay, we'll look for it again."
Quan Jiu did not miss the envy in Naituanzi's eyes.
But they arrived too late, and after searching for a long time, all the kites were sold out.
Seeing the thin layer of sweat on her forehead, Naituanzi showed a distressed look on his face. He tugged at her sleeve and changed his words:
"It's okay, I suddenly don't want to play anymore."
Quan Jiu: "That won't do. I must do what I promised the kids."
Seeing that they were in such a dilemma, Shen San took the initiative to offer a suggestion:
"Your Highness, the Fourth Prince, how about I just go grab one? If you take a fancy to one, just tell me..."
Anyway, the East Factory is notorious, so this one evil incident won't hurt either.
Shen Lang gave him a cold look: "Rob?"
Shen San inexplicably felt a chill on his neck. He encountered the disapproving glances from Quan Jiu and Naituanzi, and he suddenly felt guilty.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, you said it wrong, it's buy, it's buy."
This time, Shen Lang did not refute.
Quan Jiu looked at the little kids running around flying kites and felt embarrassed to take away their favor, but she also didn't want to make Naituanzi sad, so she thought of a compromise.
"Let's make one ourselves."
………
"I'll make the skeleton."
Quan Jiu borrowed a yard from someone, rolled up his sleeves and started chopping bamboo strips. His movements were so skillful that they were terrifying.
"Baby, what style do you want?" she asked, looking at the milk ball.
The little boy's delicate eyebrows knitted together again, and he hesitated:
"I want a dragon, but I can't draw..."
"That's easy. Lord Shen is an expert in calligraphy and painting. Let him help you."
Quan Jiu pointed at Shen Lang without hesitation.
After these words were spoken, both the big and small men were shocked.
Milk dumpling: ………
Old men are stingy and will definitely not agree.
Chen Lang: ………
Why should I help him for no reason?
Both of them had their thoughts written on their faces.
Quan Jiu pointed at Chen Lang's face:
"I'll teach you a trick. If he doesn't want to, just rush over, hold his face and kiss him hard until he wants to."
Chen Lang's face suddenly darkened, but Naituanzi's face turned slightly red, and his eyes avoided, as if he was really considering this proposal.
"This method is not suitable for everyone."
Shen Lang stared straight at Quan Jiu's red lips and spoke.
At least here, only she can use it.
Quan Jiu didn't accept the challenge, but directly picked up the little girl and stuffed her into Shen Lang's arms.
"Kiss."
Milk ball: “…”
Chen Lang: “…”
"I draw."
Seeing that Milk Ball was about to come closer, Chen Lang gritted his teeth and tried to stop him.
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