"Daddy, don't leave when you come back." The little persimmon shows the child's dependence.

Lian Yusheng took him in his arms and walked out of the room: "Don't go, this king also misses the kitchen dishes, what does the little persimmon want to eat today?" ”

The little persimmon looked down at the little silver fox: "The little silver fox's injury hasn't been dealt with yet." ”

"Well, then let's go and invite Tan Lao to let him see the little silver fox's injuries first, and then decide what to eat together."

The little persimmon nodded happily: "Daddy, the little silver fox likes to eat a lot, and she likes to eat everything her mother likes to eat." ”

The little persimmon's voice shouted loudly, and he was very proud and proud.

It was as if a fox had something in common with his mother, and he felt very honored.

Lian Yusheng didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, as if he just thought that this was a child's fairy tales, and there was nothing to taboo.

"Then make more of what the little silver fox likes to eat."

Lian Yusheng's answer should have made the maid guards who followed behind him almost fall down.

The little persimmon is a little milk baby, and it doesn't matter if you can't speak the edge, you are a dignified regent, you have always been cold and ruthless, and you don't have a good face for people, how can you treat a little fox so favorably.

I've been messing around with them in front of the regent for so long, and I haven't won the regent's favor because of the problem of my face?

Where did a little silver fox come out, so favored.

However, some people are like a mirror in their hearts, which is obviously the regent's love for the little persimmon.

The little persimmon liked the little silver fox, and the little silver fox saved the little persimmon's life again, and of course the regent looked at it differently.

If you have the ability, you go to save the little persimmon, and you will be sure to soar into the sky.

It's a pity that they don't have that life, and they don't have that ability.

"Daddy, where are we going?" The little persimmon was held by Lian Yusheng and asked happily.

"Princess Xuan, you can call it grandmother." Lian Yusheng said lightly, he didn't have any feelings because of the mention of Princess Xuan.

The little persimmon sighed and didn't ask again.

Daddy is not emotional, he is too lazy to think about it, and his mother has not mentioned it.

Yue Jianxi snorted coldly in her heart, Lian Misheng, Lian Misheng, you are really such a Lian Misheng.

As soon as she dies, all people can be released again and can be pardoned.

Fortunately, this is a fact that has been known for a long time, otherwise at this moment, Yue Jianxi would really be unable to help but rush over and scratch the fake face of Lian Yusheng.

What she hated was that he took the little persimmon to see what the woman was doing, and asked him to call him grandmother.

There is no blood relationship, why should she be called grandmother.

Does she deserve it?

Knowing that the little persimmon is her son, the woman will only treat her worse treatment, and she doesn't want her son to suffer such a white eye.

Yue Jianxi suddenly jumped down from the little persimmon's body, biting the corner of Lian Yusheng's clothes with her mouth, and prevented him from leaving Yuyuan.

"Daddy, the little fox doesn't want to go." The little persimmon struggled to get off Lian Yusheng, squatting and picking up Yue Jianxi.

Yue Jianxi looked at him with bright eyes, and squeaked twice, indicating that yes, yes, I don't want to go at all.

"Just go like this, and never go again." Lian Yusheng stroked the top of the little persimmon's hair and solemnly promised to be authentic.

The little persimmon hugged Yue Jianxi and looked up at him: "Isn't that grandmother?" ”

Lian Yusheng hooked his lips coldly: "She is not worthy." “

Yue Jianxi raised her little fox face in surprise to look at him, this was the first time she looked at him after he appeared.

is still as handsome as in the past, and there has been no change because of anything or anyone, and the edges and corners of his face are no longer so cold to his son because of them.