My Gentle Tyrant (20)
The owner of the car didn't have any intention of getting out of the way, and it was clear that there was still space on the other side of his car.
The owner glanced at Fu Yue through the window, and his eyes seemed to be a little mocking
Fu Yue: "......"
Gan!
Fu Yue thought for a moment.
He took two steps back and looked at the height.
With one hand on the hood of the car, his wrist exerted force, jumped up, and easily flipped over, his movements were smooth, chic and handsome.
Fu Yue patted the dust on his hands.
Only a dashing back is left.
Oh, and she gave the owner a middle finger.
Other: "......"
Damn, you're a great kung fu, huh?
It was about half an hour's walk home from this place, and Fu Yue turned a corner halfway to a dessert shop on the side of the road, because she saw that the dessert couldn't walk.
Swiping her mobile phone and eating small cakes, she rubbed for about half an hour.
When he left, Fu Yue didn't forget to bring a cake for the little emperor.
By the time she got home, it had been about three hours since she left.
β¦β¦
Ji Xiaorong is waiting at home, waiting,
Fu Yue never came back.
In a completely strange world, he has become a child again, and Ji Rong's panic in his heart is indescribable.
He stared at the door for a long time.
The child's glass-like eyes flashed with panic, sadness, even fear, and the overwhelm of being abandoned.
Qin Chu, is she not coming back?
Did she want to leave him here alone?
Also, he's just a burden to her now.
Useless things should be thrown away......
The little emperor sat on a small bench, his hands on his cheeks, staring blankly at the closed door with big eyes, and quietly blooming a self-closing flower.
Untilβ
The door was pushed open.
Ji Xiaorong's eyes moved at this time, and his eyeballs turned slightly, as if he had finally recovered from his sluggish state.
Fu Yue was taken aback by the appearance of this child.
βοΌοΌοΌοΌ What happened to you? β
She happily went home with a cake in her hand, still humming a tune in her mouth.
I didn't expect this kid to look dish.
Like, like...... Bless the Xianglin sister-in-law inside, and the occasional round of eyeballs can prove that she is a living creature.
Although the analogy is not quite appropriate.
But that's pretty much what the little emperor looks like now.
Fu Yue: "...... Uh, what's wrong with you? β
The little emperor was silent at first, he suddenly stood up, rushed in the direction of Fu Yue like a small cannonball, raised his hand to hold her thigh, and his voice was soft and tender.
"I thought you didn't want me anymore."
The voice is very aggrieved, and it seems to be a little crying.
Fu Yue: "! β
Woo woo, so cute.
She was suddenly mother-in-law.
Fu Yue put the cake box in his hand on the ground, squatted down, and hugged the little one: "How come, what are you thinking about, Ji Rong has become smaller, and even your brain has become smaller, isn't it?" β
Little Emperor: "...... You scold me. β
He was silent for a few seconds, then sighed softly: "Forget it, my lord has a lot of trouble with you. β
Fu Yue successfully didn't control his claws, and went to rua the little emperor's tender little face.
Woo woo, it's so cute, I want to kiss.
Ji Xiaorong: "......"
Ten minutes later.
The little emperor, who had changed into the clothes that Fu Yue had bought for him, sat on a small bench and ate a small cake.
Fu Yue stared at him directly.
Little Emperor: "......"
Silently stretched out his little hand to cover the cake.
It's his.