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Chapter 5 Ling'er wants to eat with her uncle
Hey, their family's family has been acting like a little old man all day long, when can they show such a childish look on their faces!

Jun Tingsheng also noticed his movements, and coughed slightly in embarrassment: "Liang Yi, Baozi."

Naturally, Liang Yi didn't dare to openly laugh at the prince, so he quickly handed it over, but he kept slandering him in his heart.

Seeing Baozi, Song Baoling's eyes lit up.

Jun Tingsheng quickly put her next to the small table, and motioned for her to eat the buns by herself.

Song Baoling didn't make ten buns in one go like before, but gently pushed the basket in front of Jun Tingsheng.

"Little uncle eats."

Jun Tingsheng was stunned for a moment, with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

"why?"

Song Baoling swallowed, looked at Jun Tingsheng and blinked innocently, but couldn't tell why.

She only remembered that in the garden, those fairy sisters said that they must return the favors they get from others.

But now she is just a four-year-old child, the words lingered on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't hold back her words, so anxious that her little face was tangled into a bun.

Seeing Jun Tingsheng's half-smile expression, Song Baoling simply stretched out his hand and explained everything with his actions.

"Little uncle, give me a hug!"

Jun Tingsheng smiled and stretched out his hand, and the soft little dumpling clung to him like a cat, nestling in his arms with peace of mind.

"Ling'er wants to eat with my little uncle!"

There was a softness in Jun Tingsheng's eyes, and he nodded slightly.

"it is good."

The two ate a drawer of steamed buns together harmoniously, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Jun Tingsheng went out to check with the curious Song Baoling in his arms, and saw a gentle and generous girl standing in front of the door, bending over and talking to the old lady.

The old lady was full of joy, swept away the haze just now, and patted the back of the girl's hand.

"I didn't expect Wan'er to grow up so big."

Jing Wan'er smiled shyly, and said the same thing to the old lady, she couldn't help but glance at Jun Tingsheng: "Wan'er paid a sudden visit and bothered my aunt and grandmother."

"Where are these words?"

The old lady was having a headache because of her grandchildren. Seeing such a well-behaved girl, how could she not like it, so she immediately asked someone to arrange a room for her.

Jing Wan'er couldn't refuse, so she could only stay overnight.

Her family was poor, so she had the cheek to visit this distant aunt and grandmother to borrow some money, but she did not expect to receive such warm hospitality.

Wan'er sat obediently in the living room, her fingers constantly wringing her handkerchief showed her master's nervousness.

As a foreigner, Jun Tingsheng originally wanted to avoid it, but Song Lingbao was particularly interested in Jing Wan'er, so he tugged on the little uncle to signal him to put him down, and then ran over on short legs.

"Sister, hand."

Jing Wan'er looked at the little guy curiously, and obediently passed her hand over.

Song Baoling held Jing Wan'er's slender fingers, slightly frowning.

"Sister, don't cross the bridge."

Jing Wan'er was confused by what was said, and looked at Jun Tingsheng as if asking for help.

Jun Tingsheng's face darkened, and he suddenly thought of Song Lianmu's disfigured face cut by the glass mirror.

Could it be that this little girl is really straight-talking and has some aura?

He thought for a while, and said calmly: "Ling'er is probably worried that you will fall into the water when crossing the bridge. The little baby's words are especially effective when you have something to do. Miss, you'd better be careful."

Being reminded by such a handsome young man, Jing Wan'er, a boudoir girl, blushed immediately, and nodded her head in response.

Uncharacteristically, Song Baoling climbed onto Jing Wan'er's lap and rubbed her cheek against her body.

This sister also has a pure aura, which smells much better than those brothers and sisters.

I don't know if it's because those black air sucked too much, no matter how much Song Baoling ate the buns, he still felt empty in his stomach, and he felt better only when he was on his little uncle.

Now that a good-smelling older sister came, Song Baoling naturally wanted to get close to her.

This move made Jun Tingsheng inexplicably tasteful.

I thought this little girl was only friends with him, but I didn't expect to find her next family so soon.

He ground his teeth, and said calmly: "Miss Jing is here, how many days do you plan to stay here?"

Jing Wan'er was startled, and quickly replied: "I'm just here to borrow some money, and I'm leaving tomorrow."

Fortunately.

Jun Tingsheng nodded, and his tone was kinder: "Miss Jing doesn't need to be so polite, I'm just borrowing."

Jing Wan'er's eyes lit up, and she smiled tentatively and said, "Master is young, I never expected to have such a lovely daughter, Madam Zun must have come with her, right?"

Jun Tingsheng already had a deep expression on his face. He looked much older than his peers, so it was common for him to be misunderstood.

He shook his head: "Ling'er is the young miss of the Xuanping Hou Mansion, my niece."

Jing Wan'er could hardly hide the smile on her face.

She hugged Song Baoling tightly, and whispered: "Ling'er is really cute, no wonder you keep hugging her."

The two were chatting nonchalantly, when a lotus pink figure suddenly barged in.

Song Baozhu walked in without any manners, and immediately saw Jing Wan'er who was chatting happily with Jun Tingsheng.

Seeing Jun Tingsheng with a friendly face, Song Baozhu was itching with hatred.

Where is Hu Meizi, Chengyang Prince is so kind to her!
Thinking of the benefits of being the concubine that Li Shi had been chanting in her ears all day, Song Baozhu became even more angry and walked over angrily.

"Who are you and why are you in my house?"

Jing Wan'er was startled, and quickly stood up to salute: "Hi, my surname is Jing, and my girlfriend's name is Wan'er. I'm here..."

"Who cares what your name is, you just sat in my seat, get up!"

Jing Wan'er was usually gentle and soft-tempered, so she was so frightened that she stood up immediately after being scolded like this.

Song Baoling sensibly jumped out of her arms, so as not to crush this frail young lady.

Jun Tingsheng frowned, and waved at Song Baoling, wanting to take the little girl away.

But Song Baozhu remembered the words her mother taught her, and grabbed Song Baoling's little arm, showing a sneer: "Sister Ling'er, I was not strict with my younger siblings before, which frightened you a little bit, sister apologizes to you, okay?" it is good."

Although Song Baoling was ignorant, but remembering Song Baozhu's ferocious face when he buried her, he shook his head violently.

Song Baozhu didn't expect this little girl to be so shameless, and her face suddenly sank.

Song Baoling only felt an unpleasant black air rushing over, making her eyes go black for bursts.

Although Jing Wan'er on the side didn't want to offend the Song family, seeing Song Baoling's little face turn pale in an instant, she subconsciously stretched out her hand and pulled her behind.

This time, Song Baozhu was angered, she slapped Jing Wan'er hard on the face.

"none of your business!"

Jing Wan'er staggered a step, and bumped into the sharp table corner as soon as she saw it.

When Song Baoling was in a daze, seeing the young lady falling down, he quickly tried to support Jing Wan'er's body with his hands.

But how could her small body support a girl who had almost grown up? Her delicate waist was hit hard, and she finally couldn't hold it up and passed out.

"Linger!"

(End of this chapter)