He just told him to play, and he rushed towards the dormitory in a hurry.
Xiaobai and Xiaole were almost the same height. He was holding Xiaole in confusion, while Xiaole was still struggling in his arms: "Xiaobai, you stink so much. You stink so much. Let go quickly."
I'm coming down."
Xiaobai just vomited for a long time, and naturally he was not feeling refreshed.
"What's wrong?" He put down his sister a little stupidly, his head was still dizzy at this moment, and there were many stars spinning above his head.
As soon as Xiao Le stood firm, he pushed Xiao Bai's face away with a small slap: "Don't blow on me, it stinks. I want to save my mother and Shui Sheng from the heat. Do you want to come with me?" [
Xiao Le put his hands on his hips and stared at Xiao Bai with a gnashing face. Xiao Bai had to take two steps back.
"Are you going? Xiaobai, let me tell you, if you don't come with me, when mom has a few more little brothers and sisters in the future, she won't even have a place as big as the eye of a needle in dad's heart. You
Say, do you want to stop me?"
After listening to Xiao Le's words, Murong Jue immediately understood why Tian Junhao, who had always doted on his daughter, changed his temper and threw Xiao Le to Xiao Bai like a fly.
He held back his mouth and smiled softly in his heart. These two children had the IQ of more than four years old.
He shook his head and sighed to himself, Tianjun, with these two children, you will have to suffer a lot in the future.
He turned around and left gracefully. His Yiyi seemed to be delicious. Thinking about it, he quickened his pace.
Xiaobai, however, pulled Xiaole to prevent her from causing damage. He was not favored anyway. He wished that his father would have another brother to distract him. Maybe by then he would not even have to be a prince, so he would
Wave your hands and say hello.
"Smelly Xiaobai, please let me go, please let me go, humph, I hate you, Xiaobai, I hate you!"
In the palace filled with birds and flowers, Xiao Le's young voice echoed.
As long as Tian Junhao can't hear it, it's fine. He is holding An Ying's hand at the moment, turning the clouds and rain, and he is extremely happy.
"Husband, this dress is so difficult to put on. There are so many layers. I really want to wear short sleeves!"
The next day, An Ying sat in front of the bronze mirror, fiddling with her new dress, but couldn't put it on properly. It was much more troublesome than the ordinary dress Mu Yuxing bought her.