cute baby fairy

Chapter 12 There are no tigers in the mountains, monkeys are called kings
As everyone knows, there is a feeling that has already spread in the heart of the eight-year-old original owner, and it has been concealed until now.

Now, An Qijiu was really worthless for the original owner, and she was about to face the risk of being married. As a result, this master hid in the mountains to practice in seclusion!
It seems that it is better to ask for others than to ask for oneself...

"Master, don't be angry, maybe God of War will come back in a while, I believe that with master's ability, God of War will surely fulfill your wish."

The round eyes of the little milk bag turned around, carefully enlightening her.

An Qijiu lowered her eyes, I hope so...

His gaze was drooping on Xiao Nai Bao's fluffy tender face, and he suddenly had an "illusion". Why did Xiao Nai Bao look so much like her when she was a child?

No, it must be that she has watched so much milk buns these days that she forgot what she looked like when she was a child.

"Are you hungry?" She asked suddenly.

The little milk bag nodded vigorously.

She pulled up the small milk bag, sat down at the stone table not far away, and then told the servant who had been following behind her, "Bring over all the edible and delicious food in your house, and serve you well." Miss!"

There are no tigers in the mountains, monkeys are kings!

Now that Mo Shenyu is not around, why doesn't she take advantage of this to turn his house upside down?

but……

"Ma'am, the cook in our mansion asked for leave a few days ago and returned home." The servant replied timidly, lest he offend her.

"Then there is always something to eat, right? Could it be that your God of War grew up drinking northwest wind?"

She can go hungry, but An Xiaoyu is still growing!
"Hey, if you go back to Madam, our lord has been fighting on the battlefield all year round, and he can be regarded as growing up on the northwest wind, and the young one is just a janitor. How can we know what the lord eats on weekdays."

"..."

An Qijiu was puzzled, and five fingers hit the stone table heavily, causing her to grin her teeth in pain, "He drinks the northwest wind, so you can't drink it either!"

"Everyone in the mansion is newcomers who just came yesterday, even the younger ones."

"..."

Doesn't Mo Shenyu come back after a year or so every time he leaves?
It's over, her right eyelid is jumping faster and faster!

"However, there is another person in the family. I heard that he has been with the Lord since he was a child. He must know what the Lord likes."

Mo Shenyu's preferences?

What does he like to do with her?

No, when did she ask Mo Shenyu what he liked? She asked if he had any food!

"Qianhe has seen two guests."

Just when she turned her head to yell at the famous family member, a man about six feet tall, wearing black and white feather satin, with eyes like a phoenix, eyebrows like lying silkworms, square lips, full of sky, but born with a certain sense of joy The man suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

The sense of joy comes from the pinch of white down on the top of his head. For An Qijiu, a convulsion "patient" who often suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder, there is always an urge to reach out and pull it out...

"Master Qianhe, you came at a good time. Madam is asking the younger one about the Lord's preferences, and the younger one is mentioning you."

The servant seemed to see the savior, he hurriedly explained and stepped aside.

"lady?"

When Qianhe saw An Qijiu, he was clearly taken aback.

Then he raised his hand to signal the famous servant Ding to step back, and then asked respectfully, "I don't know what kind of preferences this lady wants to ask the Lord? For example?"

An Qijiu propped her forehead, with a look of unrequited love, why couldn't the ancient people have a way to chat properly? Could this be the generation gap of thousands of years in the legend?

(End of this chapter)