Beiming Liancheng lowered his eyes and glanced at the little man at his feet, and said casually, "OK."
"It's strange, meow, when did mother become so simple?" Nangong Xiaomiao took a small spoon and took a big mouthful of tofu pudding and put it in her small mouth: "It really doesn't suit her style, daddy, please remember
, if I lose my memory in the future, I still love silver and those black pearls, you can’t take away this preference from me!”
Beiming Liancheng was not interested at all in what the kid said. He looked at the inn not far away with a cold expression, his eyes brightening slightly.
Nangong Xiaomiao looked at her empty bowl and drooled at the tofu bread stall behind her for a while.
The person who bought the tofu puffs was an old woman. When she saw that her child was hungry and she didn't want to see her, she reached out and scooped up a bowl of tofu puffs and handed it over: "Children, eat it, it's still warm."
Nangong Xiaomiao looked at the bean curd in her hand, then touched her little pocket, shook her head and said, "But I don't have any money anymore."
Indeed.
Every time the little man goes out, he will be followed by a specially paid servant. Hei Si has to prepare everything for food, clothing, housing and transportation before he is allowed to go out.
Although I often play with silver, I don't really have much with me.
On the contrary, he had a few priceless black pearls on his hand. Hei Si had carefully polished them into bracelets long before and hung them on the little man's wrist.
It is really difficult for Nangong Xiaomiao to dig out some scraps of silver now.
The child was worried. Looking at the tofu brain so close, his little ears drooped.
"Young Master, why don't we go there?" The tall figure hiding in the dark alley asked the people on the side with a respectful look. He was still hesitant when he called the word "Young Master", which showed that he didn't mean this title.
Very adaptable.
Hei Si tilted his handsome face with sharp edges, leaning against the wall, with his hands folded across his chest, and his aristocratic temperament was natural: "Don't go there."
"Then what are we standing here?" The tall figures were very puzzled. With their status, it is really indecent to make such sneaky actions. If those in the heaven knew about this... the picture would be too
It was so miserable, he really couldn't bear to think about it.
Hei Si stood there unmoved by the wind and gave him four words with a deadpan expression: "Be aware of the sentiments of the people."
Figure:……
That’s not how you understand people’s sentiments...
Focusing only on one person is called understanding the sentiments of the people?
Just when the figure kept slandering in her heart, the old lady over there couldn't help but want to take the young man in front of her home and raise her.
It is really rare for such a cute baby to be polite and polite when talking.
"Dad." Nangong Xiaomiao tugged on Beiming Liancheng's sleeve, revealing her white teeth: "Are you hungry?"
Beiming Liancheng glanced at the little man, then at the bowl of hot tofu bread, then reached out to pick up the little man, and said in a deep voice: "Eating too much human food will affect your development."
Nangong Xiaomiao whimpered in disappointment, her little body lying on Beiming Liancheng's shoulder, with a pair of big amber eyes, reluctant to let go of the soft tofu brain.
The old lady's heart melted when she looked at his little eyes, and she raised the bowl a little higher: "Son, take it and eat it, it doesn't cost any money."
Nangong Xiaomiao shook her head: "Thank you, grandma, but my stomach is uncomfortable now and I can't eat anymore."
"Stomach discomfort? Are you sick?" The old woman felt more and more pitiful for the child: "Where is your mother? Why isn't she by your side to take care of you?"
Nangong Xiaomiao lowered her little head in frustration.
The old lady couldn't help but let out a long sigh when she saw this scene.
Beiming Liancheng thought for a while, picked up the little man and placed it on top of his head.
Nangong Xiaomiao grabbed the hair under her palms with her two little paws and laughed...
At this moment, he suddenly stood upright with a serious look on his face: "Dad, have you seen it?"
"Yeah." Beiming Liancheng's cold eyes were focused on the two people walking out of the inn together, and he sneered evilly: "It's really an eyesore."
As he said that, the father and son exchanged glances and said in unison: "That position was originally mine!"
"Joint operations?" Beiming Liancheng raised his beautiful eyebrows.
Nangong Xiaomiao nodded heavily. He made a clear distinction in this regard. Blackmailing dad is blackmailing dad, but in front of foreign enemies, they must unite their front and join forces!
The old lady selling tofu bread was confused by this scene.
She looked at the two handsome faces in front of her, one big and one small, looking not far away with the same cold smile, with her teeth exposed. Such synchronized expressions were really hard to describe...
Nangong Baiye, on the other hand, had his windbreaker pocket inserted and a meat bun in his mouth, walking forward carelessly, with an unyielding scowl all over his body.
She is usually more handsome than ordinary girls, and she acts swiftly and handsomely, but she doesn't know why she always feels a chill down her spine from the moment she steps out of the inn...
Bei Mingxun stopped immediately, and a light flashed in his eyes as deep and black as an ancient well.
"What's wrong?" Nangong Baiye looked back and took a bite of the meat bun.
Bei Mingxun shook his head and wiped the corners of her mouth for her like a gentleman: "It's nothing."
"Huh!" Nangong Xiaomiao clenched her little fist: "Damn it!"
Beiming Liancheng's side face also turned cold, and his sword and ax were as clear as magic.
Nangong Xiaomiao narrowed her eyes dangerously, saw the opportunity, and immediately rushed over, straight into Nangong Baiye's arms!
Nangong Baiye was still eating meat buns at that time, and suddenly there was a little man in his arms that looked like something that only appeared in comics, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
What is going on?
"Mother!" Nangong Xiaomiao said with big red eyes (don't doubt it, before he rushed over, he pinched himself hard!)
Nangong Baiye's fingers froze: "What did you call me?"
"Mother! You don't remember me, you really don't remember me? Woohoo!" Nangong Xiaomiao cried loudly.
Nangong Baiye watched him cry for a while, and finally sighed: "You didn't even shed a single tear."
"Tsk! What." Nangong Xiaomiao pouted her little mouth: "Mother, how can you be so smart even after losing your memory? It's not fun, it's not fun at all."
Nangong Baiye raised his eyebrows and reached out to turn the little man's head, as if he wanted to take a closer look at him.
Nangong Xiaomiao's two little paws automatically protected her little head: "Mom, just talk, don't move your hands or feet, my handsome hairstyle will be messed up!"
Nangong Baiye felt irritated for a while when the little person who suddenly appeared called her mother. The irritability was indescribable. It was like a product spreading from his chest, like black threads, densely wrapped around him, and then
It bound her tightly.
She didn't want her tone to sound bad, so she suppressed the pain in her throat before speaking calmly: "I'm not your mother. You got the wrong person."