Three-year-old little dragon cub: I am a group favorite in the villain's house

Chapter 323 I don’t like Little Yuanbao, I want Cerebellar Ax
The child's feet were very small and his shoes were chubby. The waiter had just stepped on his feet, which made his eyes red with pain.She buried her little head in Song Jiyuan's arms, leaving only her two little hands exposed.

After Song Jiyuan showed his token, a middle-aged man with a big belly came out soon. When he saw Song Jiyuan, he said enthusiastically: "Young Master, why are you here? Come and take a seat."

Behind them, Mrs. Song and Jiang Wan looked at each other in confusion.

"Hasn't Madam's fabric been bought yet?" Song Weiguo took Jiang Wan's hand.

Jiang Wan also wanted to go in with Song Jiyuan. The behavior of the bank clerk just now made her question the reliability of the bank.

"You guys go look at the fabric first, and I'll buy some ointment for Xingxing. Leave this to Ayuan." Song Weiguo intended to hand over the place to Song Jiyuan, and they adults stopped interfering.

Seeing this, the adults all went out and got busy again.

Here, Song Jiyuan also carried Xingxing into the private room, followed by Song Jichen and two little boys.

Xingxing nestled in Song Jiyuan's arms, lying with his head backwards.

"Take off your shoes and apply the medicine yourself." Suddenly, Li Chengqian's voice rang in Xingxing's ears.

Xingxing looked up and saw Li Chenggan tiptoeing and handing her a small porcelain bottle.

"I'll do it." Song Jichen took Xingxing out of his elder brother's arms. After all, the little girl's feet couldn't be seen casually.

"Second brother, the shoes are dirty..." Li Chengqian and Xuan Xuan could still hear the little girl complaining behind them.

"Young Master, I think you have a lot to do outside just now. No one in this bank has seen you except me." Shopkeeper Zhao said with an apologetic look. He felt ashamed when he thought of the curse words that the clerk just said. I was so ashamed that I panicked.

"Look, all the bank notes in your hand will be exchanged for you in full. In addition..." Shopkeeper Qian's round eyes rolled around: "In addition, our bank also produced a batch of small ingots this year. , your sister is so cute, I can give her one..."

"But I don't like Little Yuanbao, I want Cerebellar Axe." The little cub's voice came from the tent behind.

"I don't want to see him again." Song Jiyuan said, tapping the token gently with his slender fingers.

"This... is certainly possible." Shopkeeper Qian said in a very smooth tone.

"I have a way to help you identify these banknotes." When the little cub limped out, the young boy who was protecting her suddenly opened his mouth to Shopkeeper Zhao.

"You??" Shopkeeper Zhao's eyes clearly showed disbelief.

"Yes." Song Jichen carried the little cub and put her back into Song Jiyuan's arms, and then said: "In the final analysis, it is because you cannot distinguish true and false handwriting, and the same goes for seal seals."

"May I ask how old the young master is?" Shopkeeper Zhao asked.

"Ten years old." Song Jichen said neither humble nor arrogantly.

"My second brother is very good at calligraphy. My mother said that he could imitate my father's calligraphy when he was five years old, and my mother didn't even recognize it." Xuanxuan said in Li Chengqian's ear.

Li Chengqian: "..."

Okay, everyone in the family is a sweeper.

No, there are two real losers.

And when Song Jichen imitated the words on a banknote in front of shopkeeper Zhao, the way Li Chengqian looked at him completely changed.

For a moment, he doubted himself.

Xingxing and Xuanxuan were obviously not in the right state yet. The two foodies gathered together to discuss whether to eat roasted pig's trotters or roasted chicken legs later.

(End of this chapter)