Chapter 298 : I want to be a witch for a mall feast!
"Are you really handsome? Is Dad Youteng handsome?" Xiaodie asked seriously, but gradually stopped crying.
Lu Teng laughed and said, "He is much more handsome than Teng's father! And he hasn't gone far! He must be waiting for you somewhere. When you grow up, you will definitely meet him in a wonderful scene...
…You will be the princess then, and your husband will be the prince!”
"I don't want to be a princess, I want to be a witch!" Xiaodie corrected, obviously believing what Lu Teng said.
"Don't be a princess? The princess is so beautiful, why not be a princess?" Lu Teng asked, pinching Xiaodie's cute little nose lovingly.
"Witches are more powerful! I like to be a witch!" Xiaodie said seriously.
Behind her, Sisi watched the conversation between one and the other and burst into laughter.
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This is a pseudo-ending!
I am writing this with the lid on my head till today. To all the readers who have written this far, I bow to you all!
Forgive Hongyan, okay?
I really tried my best. The framework of this article was originally set up with the stories of several people intertwined. Even if I was scolded, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue writing.
After learning from the experience, I will try to avoid the problems you mentioned earlier from today on!
All the previous characters and stories have faded into the background over time. Fifteen years later, Xiaodie has grown up. Whether she is a princess or a witch, whether she meets a prince or a bandit, you have the final say!
Outside the exclusive VIP room of the most luxurious hotel in the mall, several bodyguards stood with their hands down and frowned frequently, showing embarrassment.
There was really too much movement in the room, and the walls were so well insulated, but the blushing sound still came out clearly.
The people inside seemed to be deliberately making such a big noise. Of course, these noises couldn't have been made for the bodyguards!
Several bodyguards simultaneously looked at the livid-faced middle-aged man at the door. He was the mayor of the city and had a distinguished status, but he was made angry by the voices in the room.
He looked up at the watch on his wrist, and there was even more anger on his face!
Just as he was about to get angry at the unsightly bodyguard next to him, the phone rang, and the mayor's coquettish voice made half of his body numb: "Godfather, have you found Wen Shijue? The engagement ceremony is less than two hours away..."
The middle-aged man immediately coaxed in a doting tone: "Yan Xin, my Xin Xin, be good, don't worry! I'm sending people everywhere to look for you, don't worry, I will deliver your groom-to-be to you on time!"
After a few more words of coaxing, he hung up the phone. The anger on the middle-aged man's face faded a little, and he sat down on a long chair in the hotel corridor.
There are still two hours left. Do it. If you don’t believe that Wen Shijue can do it for such a long time, I will wait for you here to see if you can still hide?
In the messy room, there is a dense aroma, under the huge beautiful crystal lamp, on a large and soft bed, two people are performing a hand-to-hand fight with real swords and guns.
The man's facial features are deep and delicate, and they are perfect and flawless no matter from which angle he looks.
But those eyes contained the coldness of thousands of years of ice and snow. Even in moments like this, when things were going on in full swing, there was still a chill in them.
The woman beneath him was as white and tender as fat, and her two slender legs were held up high by Wen Shijue. The waves of impact made the woman almost faint.