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101. The tragic divorce (3)

Through the rain curtain, Murong Wan and her son could see the world as clean, clear, poetic and picturesque, and extremely beautiful.

"Why did it rain all of a sudden?" Murong Wan stretched out her little hand and looked at the world outside the rain pavilion.

As soon as her little hand touched the raindrops, Xiaobao grabbed it back.

Xiaobao wiped her round palms with a brocade handkerchief and said angrily: "What if I catch the cold? My mother is always like this. She does everything casually and doesn't think about the people who care about her."

The little guy pursed his pink lips tightly, and his delicate facial features became a little tight with his emotions, but they were still so pink that people wanted to take a bite.[

Murong Wan burst out laughing, kissed her precious little housekeeper's face, and replied with a playful smile: "Xiao Bao looks the best when he's training me, and he doesn't look like the perverted master at all."

"I have only been away from Master and Daddy for a few days, and Mom has already mentioned him no less than a hundred times. Isn't it possible that Mom has fallen in love with him?" Xiaobao wiped away the rain stains on Murong Wan's face again, and then put Jin in peace.

Fold the handkerchief neatly and put it in your pocket.

Murong Wan watched the little guy's meticulous movements intently, and smiled unconsciously: "You look like him, but your temperament is completely different. It's not that I like him, but he is always his father. I still have feelings for him.

A little emotion."

Sometimes when she sees Mo Shangqian, she will think of Xiaobao. When she sees Xiaobao's face that resembles Mo Shangqian, she will think of Mo Shangqian again. This is a family relationship where blood melts into water.

As for the relationship between men and women, forget it, Mo Shangqian will only make her angry. Seeing that she is so young and has the heart to treat her with contempt, she will not like such a perverted man.

She prefers Shangguan Liuyun, that serious but a little too serious old scholar. Furthermore, she has seen his body, should she be responsible for him?

"Mom just now must not be thinking about sleeping with Daddy." Xiaobao's childish voice awakened Murong Wan from her distant thoughts.

Murong Wan gently pinched the little guy's tender face, jumped up and sat on the steps: "Xiaobao, let's go and see the Shangguan clan? I heard that the Shangguan clan is the mortal enemy of the Tianmo Sect..."

Murong Wan's beautiful eyes were half-squinted as she watched a carriage stop in front of her. Then, a man in a purple brocade robe got off the carriage. He held an oil-paper umbrella and stood in front of the carriage, like a still and poetic scenery.

Painting, charming and romantic.

Xiaobao followed Murong Wan's focused gaze, shook his head and said, "Mom is already thinking about spring at such a young age, how can she do it?"

Murong Wan turned around and pinched the little guy's face gently, then lowered her voice and said, "I'm sure that people also like me. Xiaobao, how about we make a bet?"

"Just be narcissistic..." Xiaobao muttered in a low voice.

At this time, the man was already approaching in their direction, and he soon arrived in front of them.

He held the little treasure in one hand and the little girl in the other, and asked with a slight smile: "What are you talking about, are you so happy?"

"My sister said that Brother Liuyun is the most handsome man that my sister has ever seen. She also said that she wants to marry Brother Liuyun in the future." Xiaobao replied seriously, with a serious expression and a solemn voice. At first glance, it didn't sound like that.

Joking.

Shangguan Liuyun lowered his long eyelids and locked his deep eyes firmly on the little girl's exquisite porcelain features. His gaze finally settled on her round face and her fat double chin.

"Then grow up quickly. You can only marry when you grow up, right?"

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