Three-year-old little dragon cub: I am a group favorite in the villain's house

Chapter 490 Song Jiyuan, hasn’t your family given you a quilt yet?

In fact, the words in those letters were too shocking. After Xingxing finished reading them, he ignored Mr. Sheng and ran off to find Song Weiguo on his short legs.

Without the interruption of children, Mr. Sheng felt very comfortable. He lay on the recliner and fell asleep quickly.

Living in this Zhuangzi is like living like a god.

Mr. Sheng has been staying like this at Wolong Villa. During this period, he also re-wrote the plaques at the entrance of the villa, hating Song Weiguo's bad writing.

He also lived a leisurely life here, but on this day of winter, Song Weiguo suddenly called Mr. Sheng.

Suddenly being called out by Song Weiguo, Mr. Sheng became very alert. He glanced at Song Weiguo and said warily: "What? You want to drive me away?? I haven't lived enough yet!"

Song Weiguo also gave him a disgusted look: "Old man, we are going to go to Western Xinjiang. During this period, you can go to Uncle Gui and eat, drink and have sex with him. He will take care of you. By the way, if it is convenient, you can eat Can you help feed the donkey at home after dinner?"

"You are going to Xijiang? It's so cold, what are you doing in Xijiang?" Mr. Sheng asked puzzledly: "Can the child bear it?"

"Ayuan went to Western Xinjiang, we have to go and have a look, otherwise we won't worry." Song Weiguo said, in fact, Xingxing has been shouting for a long time, and now the time has come.

"This young man doesn't have to be so delicate. It's not like he went to Western Xinjiang in wake-up time. Your family...hey, that's fine, so as not to be like me, where father and son break up and you still come to scold me when I'm old." You were probably thinking of yourself. Mr. Sheng did not express any further opinions on the matter. Instead, he stepped forward and asked curiously: "Is Uncle Gui still good at cooking?"

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Li Chengqian had no choice but to go with Song Weiguo and the others, so Xingxing and Xuanxuan joined him and acted as his tail. They played for a long time before they were willing to go home.

Song Weiguo had already packed everything and pulled a whole carriage.The family got into a carriage and pulled another carriage, and then they set off towards Western Xinjiang.

Xingxing was wearing thick clothes. She leaned on Mrs. Song's arms and asked Song Weiguo while eating cakes: "Dad, how many days will it take for us to go to Xijiang?"

Song Weiguo looked out the window and said: "At the current speed, it will take almost a day and a half, close to two days."

"Brother must have missed us. I don't know how he is doing there." Xuanxuan sighed: "I miss you too. Why did the emperor let me go to Western Xinjiang? Western Xinjiang is so unsafe." Ah, eldest brother hasn’t written to us either, Dad, will eldest brother be safe now?”

Song Weiguo hummed: "It's nothing."

The family just rushed to Western Xinjiang.

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Western Xinjiang,

Materials are scarce in Western Xinjiang and the terrain is strange. The entire garrison camp is built on the mountainside. Winter has just entered in Xichuan, but it has already begun to be bitingly cold.

However, in previous years, it would have snowed by this time, but this year it has never snowed.

On the city wall, Jiang Ergou glanced at Song Jiyuan, his chapped lips hissed in pain, and said: "Hey, Song Jiyuan, is there no movement at your house? Even my house has sent cotton clothes and quilts over. It's over, hasn't it been sent to your family yet? How can the thin quilt you cover yourself with resist the cold?"

Song Jiyuan shook his head, said nothing, and still looked firmly at the outside of the city wall...

(End of this chapter)