In the depths of winter, the cold winds are raging, the snow is falling, and there are very few people on the streets, and even if there are, they are fast.

Huayu District, which is the largest area in the capital, and the people who live in it are feared but envied warriors.

Today is the twelfth birthday of the eldest young master of the Zhan family, and at this moment, the Zhan family is brightly lit and full of songs.

Twelve-year-old Zhan Shaochu pursed his lips and walked slowly into the house, his slender fingers tugging at the bow tie on his chest, his little face was stained with two flushes, and he seemed to have drunk a lot of wine.

"Ah Chu, don't rush in, we haven't had enough yet." It was his brother He Chen, the second young master of the He family, who shouted to him.

Zhan Shao paused when he heard the sound, turned around, and his eyes that were as dark as night flashed:

"You guys play, I've been overstuffed by you, I'm going to take a break."

He Chen was immediately unhappy, stepped forward to block his way, and showed a sly evil smile:

"Don't, Ziyuan and I have prepared a big gift for you, you accept it and leave, okay~?"

Selling cuteness and coquettishness have all been used, and he doesn't believe that he can't grind this precocious old boy.

Zhan Shaochu's goosebumps rose, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he raised his hand to hit him: "Take back your ZZ move!" ”

With that, he walked in the direction of his brothers.

He Chen smiled, and then followed with a fart.

Seeing Zhan Shaochu's figure, Ye Ziyuan smiled and blew a hooligan whistle at him:

"Ah Chu, you come to open this gift, this is something we have worked so hard to find for you."

"I don't brag about drafts, one or two goods!" An Shaochen snorted coldly.

The corners of Zhan Shaochu's mouth twitched, and he directly ignored them and walked in front of the gift.

Looking at the huge gift box, he almost suspected that it contained a giant bomb.

A minute later... The scene was silent...!

I saw that Zhan Shaochu's face changed to the color of pig liver, and the so-called gift was a cute doll?

He looked at the three pit brothers in front of him, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Doll?" ”

There was a hint of skepticism in his tone, and the end of his tone was raised to a higher level.

He Chen thought he was overjoyed, and he was also excited: "Isn't the fried chicken cute?"

Look at that fleshy little face, just like a real person, I promise, there is no second one in this world! ”

Speaking of this, he paused, then approached the young man, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a narcissistic voice:

"Brother, don't thank us too much, this is what we should do, Momoda~!"

On the degree of narcissism, of course, He Chen cannot be less!

Zhan Shaochu wanted to hammer his dog's head, and his tone was full of disgust: "You give me this doll and take it back to the room for decorations?" Or do you want to keep it for the New Year? Or keep it for me to marry? I don't want it! ”

When he said this, the three little boys who didn't have any hair turned red.

Ye Ziyuan coughed lightly twice in embarrassment, walked over and bumped into Zhan Shaochu:

"Dude, give me some face! My face is swollen by you, hiss~ It hurts! ”

He touched his tender face, which was so clean that he couldn't even see his pores, and looked at Zhan Shaochu pitifully.

Is... Drama spirit!

Zhan Shaochu snorted arrogantly, reached out and picked up the exquisite doll in the gift box and carried it on his body.

Hey? How does it feel a little heavy? He also thought... It's an air doll...!

Back in the bedroom, he threw the doll on the bed, stared at her for a long time, and inexplicably gave birth to a strange feeling in his heart, the already red little face was now even redder.

He pressed the bed with a ghostly gesture, stretched out his slender thin fingers, and scratched the doll's face.