The dumpling was dressed in a dark red dress and jumped among the camellia trees. The color was like a flame, like an elf flying out of the flowers.
Chu Yunhao fell in front of the dumplings like a ball of snow, blocking the dumplings tightly.
Where did the little flower fertilizer come from? Chu Yunhao faced the sunlight and looked at the dumplings.
This child was born very smart, and his appearance was not bad. His snow-white skin had no blemishes at all, and his eyelashes were long and black. Chu Yunhao stared at the dumplings for a long time, feeling ecstatic in his heart.
Great, great, such a good variety of flower fertilizer came to him.
Chu Yunhao is the kind of person who takes action immediately once he has an idea in his mind.
The hand hanging under the sleeve did not stop for a moment, and directly struck at the Tianling cover of the dumpling.
In his philosophy, as long as it is the flower fertilizer that he likes, no matter who it is, even if it is an infant, he will do it without any sense of guilt.
The wind in his palm was like lightning, and he was about to chop it down. Yu Buhuan, who had just arrived, was so frightened that he was scared to death. He pointed his toes and used all his strength to pounce towards Chu Yunhao.
"The flowers here are so monotonous." As soon as Diaozi finished speaking, the big palm hanging above his head stopped.
"Die Hua Fei, what are you talking about?" How dare you say that his Hua Fei is monotonous? Are you going to die? Chu Yun's face changed greatly with anger.
Yu Buhuan spun around and came to Dumpling, hugged him and stared at Chu Yunhao eagerly: "What do you want to do?"
Chu Yunhao ignored her question and stared at Dumpling fiercely: "Do you dare to say what you just said again?"
Dumplings belong to newborn calves and are not afraid of tigers. He didn't know how powerful Chu Yunhao was, so he answered without hesitation: "The flowers here are not pretty at all, they are boring to death."
Chu Yunhao almost vomited three ounces of blood. Every camellia here was carefully cultivated by him. He traveled to six countries and collected countless rare varieties. How can this dead flower fertilizer be called monotonous?
Yu Buhuan quickly stepped aside holding the dumplings to prevent Chu Yunhao from sneaking up on him secretly.
Dumpling was displeased when he saw it, and immediately became happy: "So you are really here."
"How did you come here? Where is your father?" According to common sense, Xuanyuan Mu would not agree with dumplings walking around, and she didn't know where this place was. How did the dumplings get in?
"Father? Oh, he seems to be in a little trouble today, so I'm here first." Dumpling looked relaxed, not realizing that he was already in a tiger's den.
Yu Buhuan suddenly wanted to die.
But Chu Yunhao was still worried about what Dumpling had just said. He took a big step forward and blocked Yu Buhuan's path: "You should explain clearly before leaving."
"Get out of the way!" Yu Buhuan stared at him. Is this the end? He knows how to plant flowers and make flower fertilizer all day long. If he likes flowers so much, why doesn't he plant them himself? If he dares to make himself into flower fertilizer, she guarantees that he will make flower fertilizer every day.
They all helped loosen the soil.
Shocked by Yu Buhuan's cold drink, Chu Yunhao frowned aggrievedly, pointed at the tip of the dumpling's nose and said, "He said my flowers are not pretty."
"Is this a stupid thing worth using force on a child?" I saw very clearly just now that Chu Yunhao's palm was full of murderous intent, and he wanted to kill Dumpling.
Chu Yunhao didn't feel any guilt at all, and said calmly: "I think he looks good, so I just want to use him as fertilizer."
That expression and tone seemed to be asking Yu Buhuan, what's wrong with me using him as fertilizer?
