In the painting, His Royal Highness the Prince of the Blood Clan, with a charming face, seems to come to life.

The deep and holy eyes, full of delicate light, stared at the little girl who was held in her arms by Fu Xunyang from behind.

Ah Chan's soft and confused eyes are opposite to the people in the painting.

"It's all little boys."

No matter what the little girl becomes, she likes the little girl.

Give a little good kiss.

Marry the little girl.

All the little boys, they all like it the same.

Ah Chan's small body turned around, facing Fu Xunyang.

The little face was slightly upturned, and the immature and soft eyes looked at him very seriously.

Obviously, the most sincere confession in her heart seems to a man who has turned vinegar...

It's just a little scumbag!

[Tsk, men are shameful possessive, I just want to listen to Dubao say, just give you a kiss, and marry you? ] 】

Isn't it all you?

Eat a vinegar of wool, hypocritical.

Get used to his faults!

When it's time to spit on the bad guys, the system never bears it.

However, the next second.

【wccc？？！ 】

Dog man!

Ah Chan's small body was already pressed on the glass box by Fu Xunyang's broad chest.

His stupid treasure has that man in his heart.

He can't beat, scold, or force her, so there's only...

Kiss the man and show it.

Hold her, kiss her, even... Only he can do more extreme things.

Do you have the ability to jump out of the painting and rob him?

The system blew up.

【Dog man!! 】

The essence of jealousy is to bully Dubao!

The glass box is placed on a special display shelf and cannot support the weight of two people.

As soon as Achan's thin back was pressed up, he felt the glass box shake.

She hurriedly stretched back her thin arms and hugged the glass box, for fear of knocking the painting over.

The appearance of such a baby...

"Don't move." The man's cold breath was pressed on her lips.

……

Strong and fierce.

……

I can't wait to swallow her in my stomach.

Ah Chan's eyes moistened immediately.

The mist was hazy, and he twisted his thin brows aggrievedly and incomprehensibly, staring at the man who was close at hand.

With such innocent and fragile eyes, Fu Xunyang knew that he was bullying her at a glance.

He slammed his eyes shut.

"Hold me."

Do not hold boxes.

Don't hold the portrait of the man.

Ah Chan didn't want to let go of the glass box.

His thin arms were grabbed by his hands and pressed hard against his waist.

The sad glass box...

"Smack!" There was a loud bang.

【Dumb Treasure! 】

The system hurriedly released its spiritual power and wrapped Ah Chan, for fear that the glass would scratch her.

Fu Xunyang had already crossed his big hand, holding his little girl and quickly moving away a few steps, and the glass slag was splashed everywhere.

……

100 million.

The painting that I bought with a lot of money was smashed by a jealous man?

Ah Chan was anxious, and pushed him with his little hand: "Draw, draw..."

Now it's okay, a certain jealous man's face is completely gloomy.

Say everything is a little obedient, and they all like it the same.

He is alive, and the man in the painting, is it not the painting that she cares about?

Look at her nervousness, she broke free from his embrace, and despite the glass shards all over the floor, she was about to pick up the painting!

[Don't touch it, don't touch it, be careful when the glass pierces your hand!] 】

[The painting is not broken, but the glass frame is broken.] 】

This kind of priceless painting is wrapped with transparent anti-drop material on the outside, and it is generally not broken when it falls on the ground.

When the servant heard the noise, he immediately came up.

Seeing the glass slag all over the ground, I just wanted to go in to clean it, but suddenly saw my seventh master, holding the small waist of the soft and cute little girl with one hand.

If you have a lot of strength, pick it up and press it against the wall.

Bend down and kiss hard.

Servant......

No matter how noble and cold a man is, he is still not a human being.