Hua Yueran is funny, and no one can really scare him.

"Father is mentally prepared, you just have to be scared."

"Really?"

She showed half of her small forehead.

"Yes."

The little fox carefully presented his little face in front of Hua Yueran, the big eyes that were originally beautiful and amazing, at this time they were red and swollen like a walnut, this child followed his father, a pair of eyes mixed with a faint purple, looking forward to it, rippling posture, but now, it is really ......

Hua Yueran's face changed slightly: "Why do you cry like this?" ”

The little raccoon dog threw herself into Hua Yueran's arms, and said softly and glutinously: "The little raccoon is not a good child, the little raccoon deceived his mother." ”

Hua Yueran hugged her and looked at her carefully: "Did your mother do it?" ”

The little fox shook her head: "The mother concubine has a baby in her belly, and the little fox is worried that the mother concubine doesn't love the little fox anymore, so she rubbed the onion juice and rubbed her swollen eyes...... Win the sympathy of the mother ......"

Flower Moon Dye: "......"

"Doesn't my father love the baby and not the little fox?"

After that, she really started crying.

The one who loves her the most is her father, if her father doesn't love her, she will be sad to death, and she will simply die!

Hua Yue smiled suddenly: "No, my father loves each and every one of you." ”

The little fox pouted and sobbed: "...... Father. ”

In the distance, he looked at the little fox with no regrets.

Although she is also called her mother like the little fox, but she has never called her father like the little fox, she has her own father, but unfortunately this father is much more serious than the king of Jin.

"No regrets!"

A serious voice came from behind him, and his little body trembled and turned around suddenly.

It is his father Yan Wang.

She tugged at her little clothes at a loss, opened her mouth respectfully and politely, and called Daddy with her lips.

Yan Zexi frowned slightly, since he learned the true identity of this child, he always found it difficult to smile at her, and even loved the little fox more than he loved her.

However, when he watched her look at Xiaoli and King Jin with envy, he was a little soft-hearted after all.

"Come home with me."

He spoke.

Unrepentantly, he subconsciously took a step back and shook his head.

"Oops, brother! What did you scare the kid out of! ”

Yan Dong'er walked up to Wu Regret angrily, hugged her lovingly, and said, "Is it okay for the little aunt to take you to see the bride?" ”

No regrets then nodded, glanced at Yan Zexi with some fear, took Yan Dong'er's hand and followed away.

Yan Zexi's body was a little stiff, and he stood in place for a long time.

…………

When the auspicious time is approaching, the bride gets up and goes out in a sedan chair.

The crowd was bustling, Qin Xiang was so excited that he wanted to step on the heads of the onlookers, but he was limited in size, so he could only jump on tiptoe to watch, and when he landed again, there was a muffled sound behind him.

She thought to herself, there were too many people and too crowded, and she stepped on people's feet!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

She hurriedly turned around and apologized, but there were so many people that she didn't turn around, only turned her head, and her eyes were stunned when she touched the face of the person behind her.

Ling Huhan frowned slightly, glanced at Qin Xiang and said coldly: "Girl, you stepped on my feet." ”

Qin Xiang said dumbfounded: "This son, we seem to have met somewhere." ”

Ling Hu Han frowned: "I'm not impressed." ”

Qin Xiang said: "It's not a question of impression, it's a question of goodbye love." ”

Linghu Han: "......"

The crowd was bustling, and there was a high singing in the distance - "get up the sedan chair"

Firecrackers were everywhere, gongs and drums were noisy.

Yun Yao stood outside the door, looking at the huge welcoming procession, and then smiled at Hua Yueran.

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That's the end of writing, okay?