Only then did Xiahou Huan'er realize that her singing had attracted so many people unknowingly, and a rare flush of shyness appeared on her face.
Damn it, she was so immersed in singing just now that she didn't realize there were so many more listeners. She originally just wanted to sing to Dongfang Xing.
"Sister, you sing beautifully, I give it to you." A delicate little boy of seven or eight years old, holding a beautiful and dazzling flower in bloom, came forward and presented the flower with admiration.
"Thank you!" Xiahou Huan'er reached out and took it, a little touched.
"Sister, you are so beautiful and you sing so well. When I grow up, I want to marry you." The little boy suddenly said loudly.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they were amused by his confession.
Dongfang Xingwen's expression suddenly became tense, and he put his arm possessively around Xia Houhuan'er's waist, warning domineeringly: "Boy, she is my wife, she has no place for you."
The little boy was stunned for a while, pondered for a while, and suddenly said in a shocking voice: "It doesn't matter, sister, you can marry me. He is your big husband and I will be your little husband."
This was such an incredible statement that everyone couldn't help but laugh wildly.
Xiahou Huan'er laughed so hard that she almost burst into tears. This handsome boy was so funny.
Oops, he is really not afraid of death. Dongfang Xing suddenly felt like a mess in the wind. The people here are so peaceful. Don’t you even know how to write the word "fear"?
Xiahou Huan'er reached out and stroked the top of his head, holding back her smile and said: "You are too young. If you treat me as my little husband, others will say that I am an old cow gnawing on young grass. And when you grow up, I will be old."
I can’t chew you anymore.”
The little boy shook his head nonchalantly and said, "It doesn't matter, you can't chew me, I'll chew you."
This brat was getting more and more outrageous as he spoke. Dongfang Xing pulled Xia Houhuan'er into his arms, stared at him with a fierce look and warned: "Boy, I am the only one in this world who can chew her."
"Uncle, how can you monopolize your sister? She should be surrounded by strong men. Do you dare to challenge me?" In order to fight for a seat, the little boy suddenly became crazy.
Uncle? Duel?
He is really not afraid of death, Dongfang Xing can stab him to death with one finger.
Xiahou Huan'er took one look at Dongfang Xing Tieqing's handsome face and immediately couldn't hold back her laughter. This was so funny.
A woman came over in a hurry, held the little boy's wrist, and said to them sheepishly: "The kid talks nonsense, don't blame him."
"He is so funny, how can we blame him?" Xiahou Huan'er said with a smile.
But the little boy refused to cooperate and said seriously: "Mom, I'm not talking nonsense, I'm serious. Can I bring my sister home to be your wife?"
This little boy is really funny to death.
The child's mother didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she quickly pulled him away and said, "You little brat, you know Mao is serious. Come home with me quickly and don't make any trouble."
"Mom, I am already eight years old and not a child." The little boy protested.
"Eight-year-old kid, you know nothing. Come home with me and take a shower. Look, you are playing dirty. You deserve a beating, right?" The child's mother hit him on the head with a slap of iron sand.
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While pulling the reluctant little boy away, he was nagging.
Under the reflection of the afterglow of the setting sun, naughty shadows are dragged out. Although it is noisy, it is so harmonious that it makes people rare and yearn for it.
