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Chapter 1795 Method of Complaint (2)

 "What's wrong?" Xiaotuanzi raised his head in confusion.

Qinglong looked into his eyes and said slowly: "Do you feel that he and you..."

Xiaotuanzi: "?"

Before Qinglong finished speaking, the Hidden Dragon Guard who looked like a backdrop suddenly spoke respectfully: "Princess!"

The older one and the younger one turned their heads at the same time, and Yun Luo walked up the steps of the rockery.

"What are you talking about?"

She asked with a smile, with no abnormality in her expression, and her eyes immediately fell on Jun Buli.

"What's wrong with Buli? Why do you look unhappy?"

Jun Buli bit his lips and suddenly put Rolling Rolls in his arms on the stone table, jumped off the stone bench and rushed towards Yun Luo.

Yun Luo reached out to catch it, feeling the little guy hugging her tightly, and wondered: "What's going on? Who made you unhappy?"

While asking softly, she reached out and patted the little guy's back.

Qinglong touched his nose awkwardly: "..."

Jun Buli hugged Yun Luo without letting go. After being depressed for a long time, he said with a little cry: "Mother, are you my mother?"

Yun Luo was startled when he heard this and realized that something was wrong.

She knelt down and pulled the little guy out, and sure enough she saw his eyes were red and his face was full of grievances.

Jun Buli's personality is more stable and quiet than Xiaotuanzi's.

Xiaotuanzi would usually pretend to be pitiful and act coquettishly with her, but Jun Buli rarely did this.

Yun Luo rarely saw him with red eyes, holding back his grievance, and couldn't help feeling a little distressed: "What's wrong? You ask such a stupid question, who am I not your mother?"

She reached out and touched the corners of the little guy's eyes, watching him sniffle and tears falling down.

"Woooo..."

"Ouch, don't cry, don't cry, what's wrong?"

Yun Luo felt very distressed and quickly took him into her arms. She felt that the little guy was crying so hard that she felt even more distressed: "Who told you that I am not your mother? That's nonsense. Don't listen to other people's nonsense.

Don't leave me..."

Qinglong was dumbfounded.

Xiaotuanzi stretched out his little hand and secretly poked his arm: "Uncle Qinglong..."

"Huh?" Qinglong lowered his head blankly.

"You're done!"

Xiaotuanzi looked at him sympathetically and whispered: "You made Buli cry. Mother will definitely be angry. You can run away before mother reacts."

Qinglong: "..."

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "I obviously didn't say anything..."

Xiaotuanzi spread out his little hands, showing a helpless expression.

Seeing Jun Buli rubbing his eyes with his little hands, sobbing, he was about to file a complaint.

Qinglong stood up with a groan: "By the way, the man in black is still in the garden, right? I'll go down and keep an eye on him, and you guys can chat slowly!"

After saying that, he rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and ran away.

Yun Luo: "??"

She looked at Xiaotuanzi in confusion, "What's going on?"

Xiaotuanzi put his little hands behind his back and blinked innocently: "Uncle Qinglong was chatting with Buli and said that you are not Buli's biological mother, and Buli is angry."

"It's not..."

Jun Buli sniffed, aggrieved, "He hates it!"

Yun Luo vaguely understood, and couldn't help but laugh or cry.

There is no dust before you, and you will never leave behind.

Are the father and son incompatible with the Qinglong horoscope?

However, seeing the little guy's aggrieved and suffocated look, Yun Luo held back his smile and patiently comforted him for a long time before he made the little guy happy.

At this time, bursts of rapid footsteps came.


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