Tianshi Fubao is three and a half years old, spoiled by the tyrant father

Chapter 129

Duan Qingying also walked in, and she stood quietly by the door, looking at a table of food.

"Actually, there is no need to do it. It doesn't matter if I don't eat here."

She eats because she is greedy, and she doesn't feel hungry even if she doesn't eat for a few days.

Gu Rongzhan smiled awkwardly, of course he could hear the alienation in Duan Qingying's words.

He took a few steps forward involuntarily, but saw Duan Qingying backing away nervously.

Gu Rongzhan stopped, his heart tightly held together,
"Qingying, you can try it. I... saw you eat it before, and I thought you would like it."

He originally wanted to say that he was in the palace before, but he swallowed those words harshly.

Those times are not fond memories.

He didn't want Qingying to return to pain.

Duan Qingying came back again, she sniffled, "It's really fragrant."

Gu Zhaozhao pulled Duan Qingying and Gu Rongzhan while pulling the two of them onto the chair.

"Since it's fragrant, let's eat."

The family of three sat together, and the atmosphere seemed to relax a lot.

Little Naituan took the lead in picking up a piece of green vegetable and swallowed it into his mouth.

She was already prepared for a bad taste.

But I didn't expect the taste to be unusually crispy.

"Wow, it's really delicious!" She raised her eyebrows at Duan Qingying who was beside her.

"Mother, hurry up and have a taste, Daddy's cooking is really delicious."

Having said that, Duan Qingying also became interested, "Really?"

She also picked up a vegetable and ate it, and the brows that were slightly frowned just now relaxed.

She smiled again and again, "It's really good."

And the taste is very familiar, as if it has been eaten before.

Gu Rongzhan's red and phoenix eyes were already narrowed with a smile.

He got up to add food for the mother and daughter, "As long as you like it, I can make it for you every day from now on."

As soon as these words came out, all three of them fell silent.

Gu Zhaozhao even lowered his head and ate big mouthfuls with his mouth puffed out.

But she was very uncomfortable.

Although she is young, she also knows that she and her father still have important things to do and cannot stay here forever.

But she really couldn't bear to part with her mother!

She hopes that the family can be together forever.

"Zhaozhao, come and eat this." Duan Qingying broke the silence, took a piece of radish and put it in Gu Zhaozhao's bowl.

The little milk ball swallowed it in one gulp, and she buried her head deeply, covering half of her face with her rice bowl.

The two people next to her could only see her chubby face and fluttering long eyelashes, but couldn't see her expression clearly.

Without Gu Zhaozhao speaking, the atmosphere in the room seemed awkward for a moment.

Gu Rongzhan's gaze was always on Duan Qingying's face.

She looked very uncomfortable.

Finally, she couldn't help touching her face, and frowned deeply, "Is there something on my face?"

Gu Rongzhan snapped back to his senses, and quickly shook his head, "No, I just... think you are beautiful."

As soon as these words came out, Duan Qingying's face suddenly turned crimson.

She lowered her head and imitated the appearance of the little milk ball, and started to eat with big mouthfuls.

Although she has no memory of Gu Rongzhan, every time she sees it, she still can't control the throbbing in her heart.

That feeling is uncomfortable, like being stabbed in the heart with a hammer, it hurts, but she wants to try it inexplicably.

It's like an abyss into which one can fall at a glance.

Gu Rongzhan struggled again and again, but still took out the letter from his arms, "Qingying, this is yours, can you give it to me?"

Duan Qingying raised her head, her eyes slid over the handbook, and then took a look at Gu Rongzhan. She frowned in confusion, "Mine?"

Why is she not impressed at all?

Taking it carefully, Duan Qingying looked at it seriously.

An incomparably pretty face slowly turned a little rosy.

Duan Qingying couldn't believe that these words of admiration for Gu Rongzhan were actually written by herself.

But it was indeed my own handwriting.

But the more she looked back, the more amazed her expression became, and the mournful cries from above seemed to bring her back to that painful memory.

Duan Qingying gasped heavily, her beautiful eyes stained with tears.

She opened her mouth to say something but made no sound.

Gu Rongzhan hurriedly took the letter back, "Don't look at Qingying."

Gu Zhaozhao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his head and threw himself into Duan Qingying's arms.

She grinned, and cried out with a wow, "Mother, Zhao Zhao doesn't want to leave you, mother..."

Duan Qingying had already burst into tears, she pressed her lips together tightly, and wrapped her arms around the daughter in her arms, wishing to rub her into her body.

"Zhaozhao, mother... mother also can't bear you..."

"Since you can't bear it, then leave with us!" Gu Rongzhan jumped up and grabbed Duan Qingying's wrist.

Duan Qingying looked at him in a daze, "Leave?"

She is used to life here, is she really going to step into that dark palace again?

A gust of wind blew in, and the long sword with a cold light pointed directly at Gu Rongzhan's throat.

"I knew you had evil intentions!" Taxue gritted her teeth angrily.

He shouldn't have given the master's letter to Gu Rongzhan in a moment of resignation.

This guy actually wants his master to recall the past, his heart is damning!

At the critical moment, Duan Qingying pushed Gu Rongzhan away, "Don't step on the snow!"

The long sword that was too late to retract cut through Duan Qingying's arm.

"Owner!"

"Mother!"

Gu Zhaozhao's tears flowed even more violently, and she squeezed Duan Qingying's hand vigorously.

Seeing the skin under the broken clothes, she suddenly opened her eyes wide, "Huh? Why isn't there bleeding?"

Gu Rongzhan and Ta Xue, who were about to fight, also stopped and surrounded Duan Qingying.

A long wound on Duan Qingying's arm was healing at a visible speed.

Let alone bleeding, there was not even a trace of it in just this moment.

Duan Qingying herself was also very puzzled, she raised her arm and kept checking, "It doesn't hurt at all?"

She has never been injured before coming here, and this is the first time, she did not expect such a miraculous thing to happen.

Taxue glared at Gu Rongzhan fiercely, and then said: "Master, you are a spirit body, of course these weapons can't hurt you, unless..."

"Mother will be injured unless the painting is injured, right?" Xiao Naituan said loudly.

Taxue smiled and rubbed her hairy head, "Yes, that's it."

Duan Qingying straightened her sleeves, raised her head and said, "Taxue, you can't be so reckless again, he is at least..."

A trace of rosiness flashed across her cheeks, Duan Qingying hurriedly coughed lightly, "He is Zhao Zhao's father after all."

Taxue pouted, her face full of displeasure, "I just can't understand his pretending to be affectionate, he's obviously a scumbag!"

(End of this chapter)