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Chapter 212 When Can You Marry a Beautiful Man?

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    Nan Rong Jinghua leaned over slightly, picked up the little girl, and gently wiped away a bit of pastry crumbs from the little girl's mouth with her knuckle fingers.

    Under Helian's ignorant and innocent eyes, she scratched the little girl's upturned nose, and Youlan's voice was gentle and shallow,

    "Silly goose."

    Helian suddenly realized something, her grape-like moist eyes suddenly widened slightly,

    The little short hand covered his little mouth, wiped it carelessly, his fluffy little head shook and shook,

    "No, no, Sisi didn't steal mung bean cakes."

    He Lian was impatient, and explained softly, but he didn't know what he said, but he didn't have three hundred taels of silver here.

    Well, even the taste of cakes is clearly explained.

    He Lianyou put his small hand on his forehead, his dark eyes were closed, and on his white and tender face, it was written that he couldn't bear to look directly.

    "Let's go, Master will take you to drink water."

    Nanrong Jinghua touched the little girl's soft hair, said in a warm voice, and stretched out his hand, wanting to hold He Lianyou's hand.

    He Lianyou stared at Nan Rong Jinghua's outstretched hand for a while, raised his short hand, and patted Nan Rong Jinghua's palm,

    Then withdrew her small hand, raised her fair and tender face, looked at Nanrong Jinghua with her jet-black eyes, and said in a childish voice,

    "I'll go by myself."

    Uncle said that he is already a six-year-old adult, so don't always think about being hugged or held.

    "Then, that wanton has to go by himself."

    Helian Sisi, who was held by Nanrong Jinghua, suddenly felt a little embarrassed, moved his body, and wanted to get off Nanrong Jinghua's body.

    "Little Royal Sister, hug me."

    However, He Lianyou shook his head, his pitch-black eyes watched He Liansi speak, and his white and tender face was full of seriousness.

    "Ang~? Why, why?"

    He Lian wantonly expressed his incomprehension, a little person with big doubts in his little head.

    I saw He Lianyou lowered his head slightly, his white and tender face was a little flushed, and his immature childish voice spoke softly,

    "Little imperial sister, you are still young, Yuer, you are an adult, uncle said."

    Nanrong Jinghua: ""

    On the face of the god, there was a faint twitch between the brows. After this day, Nanrong Jinghua was probably the most emotional in these years.

    "Ang~? You're an adult at the age of six, Master, then Sisi will be an adult in a few months~!"

    He Lian felt like being suddenly opened the door to a new world view. It turns out that this page can be considered an adult at the age of six?

    Does that mean that Sisi will be able to recruit three thousand beautiful men in a few months?

    The little girl's eyes were shining, and her pink and tender face was full of bright and bright smiles, she almost couldn't express her thoughts clearly in her heart.

    Nanrong Jinghua sighed, patiently explained to the little girl, and took He Lianyou into the room where the wife rested a few steps away.

    "Hey, it turns out that fifteen years old is considered to be able to reach Ji? Then Sisi will take a long, long, long time to reach Ji."

    The little girl was so depressed, she counted with her fleshy little fingers.

    Fortunately, two small hands are just enough this time, otherwise the little girl would be embarrassed to take off her little embroidered shoes in front of the master, and count with her thumbs.

    "Yeah~ Sisi still has ten fingers to marry a beautiful boy."

    A certain wanton let out a long hiss and a short sigh, his pink and tender little face was full of sorrow and sorrow, wrinkled into a wrinkled little bitter gourd.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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