Chapter 683 Dancing Princess vs. East Factory Admiral 43
The man's arm strength was amazing. He hugged the little girl with one hand and blocked the kiss with the other hand. His tone was blatant with disdain:
"Smells like milk."
Even the little girl dislikes him!!
He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to continue the kiss, and even closed his eyes, but when he heard Shen Lang's disgusted tone, he became unhappy again.
His delicate little face turned slightly red, his cheeks puffed up with anger, staring at Chen Lang's big hand that was trying to stop him. He became rebellious and continued to move forward with gritted teeth.
His palm was pushed away, and Chen Lang raised his eyebrows. Seeing that the milk ball was really about to kiss him, the big hand that was against his mouth suddenly opened and covered his entire face with his palm.
“Hmm…”
Niutanzi's eyes went dark and he wanted to break free, but the palm was as strong as the palm of Buddha. He struggled for a long time but to no avail.
"Still kissing?"
Shen Lang said indifferently, showing no empathy.
The little girl protested in dissatisfaction: "Mmmm..." I'll kill you, you stinky man!
Quan Jiu couldn't stand it any longer and rescued Milk Ball from the clutches of the devil: "You are not ashamed of bullying a child."
Shen Lang retorted with reason and evidence: "He was the one who flirted with me first."
Quan Jiu was speechless: "He's just a five-year-old kid, and a boy!"
It's still your son!
"A man who molests another man is also frivolous." Shen Lang defended his bottom line seriously.
Quan Jiu: "..."
You have offended your own son, you deserve to have no descendants.
Milk ball nestled in Quan Jiu's arms, weak and powerless, with drooping eyelashes:
"Don't be angry, it doesn't matter if he doesn't like me."
Quan Jiu felt a little distressed in his heart, hugged him tighter, and lowered his voice:
"He just doesn't recognize you right now."
Milk ball said in a lost tone: "Even if I knew him, he wouldn't like me..."
Quan Jiu felt a surge of guilt in his heart, and for the first time in his life he thought of quickly gathering the fragments and completing the mission.
Quan Jiu had his back to Shen Lang, holding the little girl in his arms, so he didn't notice that the person in his arms was staring at Shen Lang.
Milk ball was coaxed by Quan Jiu and stuck out her tongue at him.
The scumbag dad has no heart!
Chen Lang stared at the mother and son who had merged into one, and an inexplicable sense of emptiness rose in his heart, as if he had missed something.
As soon as he came to his senses, he faced Milk Ball's provocative action, and surprisingly, he didn't feel disgusted.
"Come down."
Shen Lang looked at him nestled in Quan Jiu's arms and suddenly spoke.
"Don't you know your own weight? How long can her small body hold you?"
Naituanzi wanted to refute, but when he thought of Xuanyuan Zhuo's weight, he suddenly became unreasonable and lost his temper.
The little boy climbed out of his arms sensibly.
Quan Jiu handed the brush to Shen Lang: "You promised to draw a kite for him."
This time, Shen Lang did not refuse and started painting.
Quan Jiu wanted to continue making the skeleton, but he heard him say, "Let me do it."
She asked doubtfully, "Can you do it?"
It's not that she looked down on him, but this kind of rough folk work was totally inconsistent with his temperament as a eunuch who was busy with all kinds of affairs.
"Just wait and see."
Chen Lang's ink brush moved around, and he quickly drew a five-clawed golden dragon roaring towards the sky. After he finished drawing the dragon's scales, he suddenly handed the brush to Naituanzi.
"come over."
Milk ball gave him a wary look: "What?"
Chen Lang: "Write your name on it. From now on, this kite will belong to you alone."
It was at this time that the mother and son discovered that he had left two blank lines under the golden dragon.
Naituanzi picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write.
When Shen Lang saw the way he held the pen, he knew that he practiced calligraphy a lot.
"alright."
The milk ball ended quickly.
Chen Lang stared at the "painting" on the paper, his brows slightly furrowed: "What is this?"
There is no technique or style at all.
"This is mother, and this is baby." Milk ball pointed at the two stick figures hugging each other and loving each other.
Only then did Shen Lang recognize that they were two people: "Then what is this?"
His eyes were fixed on the rope held by the big stick figure. At the other end of the rope was a thing that looked like neither a dog nor a human.
"What a bastard."
Milk Ball took a look at his face and said: "Although his head is a dog's, he is wearing human clothes and his limbs are also human limbs..."
What a happy family of three.
Shen Lang always felt that something was wrong: "Why draw this?"
Didn't you ask him to write his own name?
It’s not that Naituanzi doesn’t want to write, but that he can’t write. Xuanyuan Zhuo is not him, so there is no point in writing it. If he writes his original name, heaven will never allow it.
"I can't write my name." He made up an excuse.
Chen Lang had no doubts. After all, the three characters "Xuanyuan Zhuo" did have many strokes.
After he finished drawing the golden dragon, he began to make the skeleton of the kite. Quan Jiu wanted to see him fail, but the man was very skilled and the bamboo he split was of the same thickness and length. The originally thorny bamboo soon became a pile of thin bamboo strips with clear shapes in his hands.
The mother and son who were squatting on the side watching the show looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.
Xuanyuan Zhuo: He seems to be really capable?
Quan Jiu: How would I know that?
Xuanyuan Zhuo: Isn’t he your man?
Quan Jiu: He is still your father.
The mother and son exchanged glances quickly, only to hear a faint "Okay."
Quan Jiu turned around and saw the dragon-bone kite he had made.
A black dragon about three meters long lay quietly on the ground, its huge eyes exuding cold arrogance, as if looking down on all living beings.
Naituanzi originally wanted to find fault with the matter, but at this moment, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Let's go."
Shen Lang picked up the kite.
………
Watching the little girl running around in the grass and flying a kite, Quan Jiu and Shen Lang sat quietly under a tree.
"I didn't expect that Lord Shen has this skill. If you don't want to be an official in the future, you can change your career and become a craftsman so you won't starve to death."
Quan Jiu smiled sideways.
Chen Lang stared at the Mo Long taking off into the air: "Don't worry, I won't let you starve with me."
Quan Jiu's lips curled slightly: "Who said I want to follow you?"
"You said it."
Shen Lang stared at her straightly, his dark eyes shining fiercely.
"I never said that."
Quan Jiu would not admit to something he had not done.
Shen Lang smiled faintly: "I risked my head to avenge you, shouldn't I get some interest?"
Quan Jiu nodded: "What do you want?"
Shen Lang didn't say anything, but his eyes never left her face.
Quan Jiu's scalp tingled when he looked at her. She turned her head away, her eyes shifting away.
"If you don't tell me, I'll assume you don't want it..."
"Meng Changxi."
He suddenly called her name.
Quan Jiu was puzzled: "Huh?"
Shen Lang: "I said it."
Quan Jiu almost didn't follow his train of thought. After careful consideration, he realized that he was talking about wanting her.
The atmosphere was somewhat ambiguous, and Shen San retreated silently.
Quan Jiu thought he would continue to flirt, but unexpectedly, he changed the subject:
"You seem to like children very much."
Especially Xuanyuan Zhuo.
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