Chapter 384: Isn't this deliberately finding fault?
"Two cents each, delicious sesame cakes, I want..."
When she saw the appearance of the person coming, Liang Jun'er's heartbeat suddenly stopped. The words were stuck in her throat and she couldn't speak. She was stunned for ten seconds, and suddenly saw the other person staring at her with confusion on his face. Then he came to his senses and deliberately lowered his voice, "
How many young masters do you want?"
"Give me one, not green onions!" Rong Xuan responded calmly, and the reaction of the man in front of him became more and more suspicious.
No green onions, hum! Liang Juner snorted coldly in her heart. This smelly turtle still doesn't like to eat green onions. What a good thing green onions are, but he doesn't know how to appreciate them. No wonder he looks like a weirdo.
Thinking in his heart, but not daring to say anything, he hurriedly handed the sesame cake over, but when he saw the ingot of silver in the other person's hand, Liang Jun'er felt worried again.
Damn it, two cents of sesame cakes, and you bring ten taels of silver, aren't you deliberately looking for trouble?!
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Liang Jun'er could only lament to herself that she was unlucky, and just treated the sesame cakes as feeding dogs, "Young master's money is too big, I can't find a small business... Otherwise, I will give this sesame cakes to the master."
eat!"
"It's not easy for you to do business alone, and you have to take care of two children. You can accept this money, and you don't have to change it!" Rong Xuan was generous. He put down the money, took the sesame cakes, and was about to leave.
The owner of the stall next door was jealous, filled with all sorts of envy, jealousy, and hatred.
How come this woman always encounters such good things? Not only do handsome men often come to the business, but now there are people giving away money for free? Ten taels of silver, that is her hard-earned income for a month, and sometimes she still can't make it. It's really a comparison between people.
People are so angry!
Rong Xuan took two steps and then looked back at the two little kids staring at him with dumbfounded expressions.
He leaned down, his eyes were normal to theirs. At that moment, Rong Xuan suddenly felt that the situation at this time was very similar to the way he talked to Xiaobao in the palace.
"What's your name?" Looking into the eyes of the two little children, Rong Xuan's voice was extremely gentle, and his expression was very much like a loving father.
The babies were confused. The person in front of them was their father, whom they hated in their hearts but couldn't help but miss secretly. Standing next to them was their mother who had suffered so much and had to take care of them. For a moment, they were so young.
, I don’t know how to react.
Seeing the hesitation of the babies, Liang Jun'er's heart tightened again, she was so afraid that Rong Xuan would notice anything unusual.
But after waiting for a long time, the babies just looked at him and said nothing.
"I also have two children, who are about the same height as you. However, they are twins. The elder brother is called Xiaobao and the younger sister is called Xiaobei. They are a pair of very cute babies..." Looking at the two children in front of him, Rong Xuan
Faintly recalling the situation when the babies were around, I felt like I was saying this to the babies, but also seemed to be saying it to myself.
Liang Jun'er felt nervous for a while. She clenched her fists tightly. Facing Rong Xuan's damn tenderness attack, she really hated it.
If the babies are mentally weak, wouldn’t they be fooled?
However, since the baby was trained by Liang Juner, how could he be so weak? My brother has been trained!
"Uncle, we are not your children. You have recognized the wrong person!" The little boy suddenly said something to Rong Xuan. After speaking, he touched his forehead with his little hand, as if to comfort him.
Uncle?! Liang Juner suddenly wanted to laugh. This little treasure really has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. It’s a shame he could think of it.