"Are you the girl who Han Jiu matched with this time in a systematic marriage?"

Zhang Baobei's pupils dilated, she became vigilant, and stared at General Qing, who was more than ten centimeters away from her, and forgot for a moment the disparity in status and strength between the two, "No." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" is not a two word, and the answer is particularly forceful.

Such a situation was obviously not expected by Han Jiu, and Zhang Baobei was answering General Qing in less than ten seconds before Han Jiu walked in from outside the door.

"Your Excellency, you're back." Han Jiu's arched hands to General Qing, waist, back, slightly bent.

"Hmm."

Then, his eyes naturally looked at Zhang Baobei diagonally opposite and did not speak.

Zhang Baobei felt a tingling sensation in her scalp, and she felt a sigh in her heart, a feeling that she couldn't describe.

"Zhang Baobei, I brought it back from outside the suburbs."

With Han Jiu's vision, he naturally knew that he didn't need to say anything else, since General Qing didn't open his mouth to let her out, then there was nothing else, and for this little girl, it was definitely another kind of protection.

"Hmm."

Whew, Zhang Baobei took a breath and was relieved.

I see.

At this moment, she could only stand and let the man who even Lord Hanjiu call him General Qing to look at, and greeted him before.

"New dishes are freshly baked, little master." The most comfortable is the robot Xiaoha, and the most uncomfortable is Zhang Baobei.

"Huh." Being stared at by two pairs of eyes, Zhang Baobei suddenly became a big pear.

An enticing fragrance emanated from the delicate bowl held by the robot Xiaoha, wafting into the noses of the three people standing in place, "It just so happens that I'm hungry." Han Jiu's voice, Zhang Baobei sounded really like heaven.

... The adults who were read by the two, at the same time, three words appeared, patting the sycophants.

Three people, three pairs of delicate chopsticks, three delicate porcelain bowls, a pot of braised suckling pork, a small glutinous rice dumpling, a special small bowl in front of you, a small spoon, and a robot Xiaoha, forming a picturesque scene.

The special little glutinous rice dumplings sat on the table, as before, the man called General Qing looked at the little glutinous rice dumplings a few times, and made a straight face, "Is it?" ”

"Little glutinous rice." After stopping for about a second or two, Zhang Baobei saw that Master Han Jiu maintained his original posture, eating elegantly, and looked like he had nothing to do with himself, and said.

"Hello General Qing." The little glutinous rice dumplings were fed meat, and they stuttered and spoke indistinctly.

Being stared at by General Qing's eyes, the little glutinous rice dumplings felt wooden at all, and there was a feeling of being noticed.

"Where did it come from? Picked up in the suburbs, in her hands. Han Jiu spoke, and when General Qing looked at him, he was very serious.

"I picked it up."

Zhang Baobei's voice fell, and the little glutinous rice dumplings also nodded, and the action of eating meat in his mouth did not stop.

"I picked it up by Zhang Baobei."

... Zhang Baobei was stared at by the two of them, and suddenly felt Alexander.

"Ahem. When I picked it up, it was still a ball. Zhang Baobei's mind appeared when she first picked it up, and it was still a small white ball.

"What breed are you?" General Qing looked at the little glutinous rice dumplings and asked.

The little glutinous rice dumpling tilted his head, "Creature." ”

Zhang Baobei was confused, she couldn't understand the eyes of Lord Han Jiu and General Qing, and she always felt that there was a silent tacit understanding flowing between the three of them.

However, this is not a matter that Zhang Baobei is highly concerned about, as long as her living conditions do not decline, if this general does not drive her away, it will be long live.