The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss

   Chapter 11 Very polite

   The window of Rong Yinghui's room is a large bay window.

  Tang Jin's small body propped up, and the five-year-old child moved extremely neatly.

   has been propped up on the edge of the bay window, and the big cat pupils are looking at the tree facing this side.

  The sunlight falling outside the window fell on her smooth forehead, and the small skull lining it was extraordinarily round.

   This action was smooth and smooth, making Rong Yinghui, a sports waste college student in his twenties, stunned for a while.

   Of course, you can see at a glance that someone is doing something wrong on him, and can the five-year-old cub who can talk to Rong Qing be an ordinary five-year-old cub?

   He was sloppy.

"The tree facing him was pruned before he came back." Xiao Naiyin said with certainty, "Going to the top, and facing his window, this arrangement is called decapitation, which increases the probability of accidents. "

  Tang Jin turned around with a small body, "Be prepared, the only people who can make such a detailed arrangement are those close to you."

   Rong Yinghui paused, but his expression didn't change much, "Well, I'm ready."

  *

   A talisman paper was folded into a triangle and stuffed into Rong Yinghui's pocket.

   The cinnabar yellow talisman is attached to the tree.

   The little milk dumpling squatted in front of the tree and looked carefully, then turned his head and waved to Rong Yinghui.

   Rong Yinghui swayed past and crouched down.

"What's wrong?"

   "Tonight, the other party will definitely do something, so you..."

   One big and one small squatting together in the corner.

  Rong Qing stood behind the two of them, looking at the two 'mushrooms' and sighed.

   Isn't it a bit unseemly?

   Arranged tasks for Rong Yinghui, Xiao Nian turned her head again and beckoned to Rong Qing, "Come here, little brother, I'll tell you."

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  There is a small building not far from the compound, and the second floor is a place for Mr. Rong to drink tea.

   At this moment, the white air is lingering, and the smoke is curling up.

  The old man is also dressed in Tang suit. As he gets older, he has gradually handed over the things in his hands to the younger generation since two years ago. He is old in the mansion, and he values ​​family harmony more.

   After taking a sip of tea, Mr. Rong was holding a small black dog in his arms. It had two yellow dots on its eyebrows, with a melancholy temperament, and looked eagerly at the snacks on the table.

   "Our Fuguier will be one year old in a while." The old man rubbed the dog's head, "We have to have a birthday party, right, Fuguier?"

   "Wow!"

The sound of    was energetic, and the old man was very satisfied. He turned his head suddenly, and was a little confused.

   "Old Li, come and see, is that Xiaoqing over there?"

   Butler Li Zheng came over and looked at it from a distance.

The    tree crouched three people.

   One big and two small.

   The black Tang suit with the logo made the old housekeeper a little suspicious.

   "Today, I heard that the young master invited someone to come to the house. It should be here. Do you want me to arrange a reception?"

"no need."

  The old man waved his hand and smiled.

   "Let him entertain himself, it's rare that he has a little temper, so don't worry about what these juniors are going to do."

  The old man stood up, the little black dog Fuguier quickly followed behind the old man with his tail wagging, the old man smiled, "Let's go ahead and plan the birthday party."

   "Wow!"

  ***

  The trees were heavily shadowed, and the wind picked up at night.

   The room was dim, with only a small white light on.

   Today's moon is very bright, and the light reflects the tall and sharp tree shadows outside.

   "Is that you...? Is that you...?"

   The wind whimpered, and it seemed that there was a low voice.

   The junction of light and darkness in the room is too clear, and every darkness seems to be hiding something.

   Even though he was ready, Rong Yinghui was still a little hairy lying on the bed.

   This feeling of being stared at from the dark, even a quilt can't resist.

  There is only one feeling - the blanket that is invulnerable to poison is no longer safe!

  The window suddenly made a clicking sound, as if something was about to open the window and break in.

   The sound of pulling the window became louder and more violent.

   Rong Yinghui held the talisman paper that Tang Jin gave him in his hand. Hearing the sound, he quickly turned over and got out of bed, and quickly burned the talisman paper in his hand.

   He boldly raised his head and glanced out the window.

   Under the pale moonlight, a figure floated outside the house, with pale hands clasped on the window, lips split, but no eyes.

   Rong Yinghui was so frightened that his mind went blank, and his hands were trembling and curled into a ball.

  Save, save the child! Please help! !

   Ghost! ! !

   At this moment, the talisman paper was burnt out, and the black ashes dissipated instantly.

"no no…"

The voice suddenly softened, and the things outside seemed to give up the act of pulling the window, and their face was pressed against the window. There were two dark voids where there were no eyes, and they stared straight at Rong Ying. Hui, as if confirming something.

   Not long after, she floated back and disappeared.

  The surrounding wind is still the same, but the warm light crosses the boundary, making the space that seemed to be frozen flow again.

   That thing bowed politely because of his own mistake before leaving.

  Rong Yinghui pressed his pounding heart and paused for a long time; "...horse."

   Do you want to be so polite? He wanted to scold people, but he couldn't scold.

  ***

  The ancestral home of the Rong family occupies a large area and is surrounded by greenery, but it is not in the suburbs, and it is a prosperous central area after it comes out.

  In a small city park a little further from the central area.

   Few people were there at night, and some of the warm white street lights flickered and flickered from time to time because of disrepair.

"strangeness."

  A thin middle-aged man in Taoist robes is standing under the largest locust tree in the park.

In front of    there was a small copper basin, the talisman paper inside was half burnt and then went out.

   He pinched his fingers and frowned.

   "This person's fate is really hard, he can't meet a noble again and escape the disaster, right?"

   Or meet a capable Feng Shui metaphysician—

  No, how is it possible, these immortals in God Capital don’t like to get involved in these cases, and those younger ones can’t even see it.

   The middle-aged man snorted in disdain.

   Then something caught his eye.

   The sweet little milky voice sounded aggressively.

"found it."

   The middle-aged man was stunned for a while, then slowly turned his head.

   "It's just that you don't eat decent rice with our Feng Shui master's bowl, and are you hurting people?!"

   She has to rely on donations to subsidize her family. This kind of person will not lose both money and money even with stolen money. She is really mad at her!

   You don't have to hit him a hundred or eighty times with a whisk.

  A four or five-year-old child, holding a special whisk in his hand, widened his cat's eyes, and was weak... Oh, no, he was also followed by an eight-year-old boy.

  Look...no threat.

   The middle-aged man hadn't waited to get nervous, but he could see who was coming, and the little bald head who had just dazzled his eyes, and instantly became mad.

"Are you also a Feng Shui master? Hahaha, you can still be called a Feng Shui master? You can only read two pages of Feng Shui books at your age, right? Don't wait for me to pee my pants, go home and put on a diaper! "

   As soon as he finished speaking, he only felt that his eyes were dark and his forehead was stunned...

   Four thousand late today

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