Princess, be nice

Chapter 1227

I don't care at all whether I am bullying the small with the big and scaring the children.

This child is not afraid at all, "Mother, don't use such naive threats, you are not afraid, Daddy will protect me." Then he looked at his own father, "Right Daddy?"

Under Yuan Changhuan's furious eyes, Xie Ci was full of smiles, "Our family, your mother has the final say."

"Shut up too, who is in the same family as you." If Yuan Changhuan hadn't relied on reason to stabilize himself, he would have whipped someone long ago.

Children are ignorant, Xie Ci is so old, is he also ignorant?

Follow what nonsense.

"It's not a family, why did you use your mouth at the beginning..." Xie Ci looked at Yuan Changhuan in embarrassment, his gentle and picturesque eyebrows were all dim, "This son is not a casual person, if he is not a wife, how can he be so nurturing?" Hello?"

Originally, Ying Qicheng was saddened because he was about to feed the pigs, but when he heard about the matter between the husband and wife, he immediately opened his eyes and pricked up his ears, wanting to hear a few more words.

After all, not everyone can hear about the affairs of the emperor's master's boudoir.

"I almost forgot, you really didn't get along." Ying Qicheng interjected, and he really couldn't help it.

If it was Heli, it would probably have spread throughout Pingcheng long ago, so where did the little cousin get the confidence to say that they are not from the same family.

Yuan Changhuan and Xie Ci didn't even look at Ying Qicheng, they looked at each other.

Compared to Xie Ci's calmness and gentleness, Yuan Changhuan is like a fire-breathing dragon, cold, wild yet fiery, looking at Xie Ci, but speaking to Ying Qicheng, "Sooner or later we will leave."

"I'm not leaving now." Xie Ci was leisurely and contented, smiling warmly.

"Thank you, you promised, do you want to go back on it?" Yuan Changhuan remembered the scene when he left the mansion today and met Prince Yu and the others. They were indeed going to discuss the matter of reconciliation, could it be...

impossible!
Daddy will definitely help her to draw a line with Xie's family, but Prince Yu is also an old fox.

Yuan Changhuan tightly clenched his fist under his sleeve.

Seeing her appearance through the mist rising from the thin tea, Xie Ci smiled leisurely, "Don't be afraid, I won't go back on my word."

"Thank you, you are so annoying." Yuan Changhuan's words were a little irritated.

Then he picked up his son and wanted to go out.

"Sit down, why panic?" Xie Ci raised his hand to stop her movement, "Miao Miao hasn't finished eating yet."

"I haven't finished eating, I'm hungry." Seeing his son being so close to Xie Ci, Yuan Changhuan wanted to beat him up, don't think she didn't see that she couldn't get enough to eat, Miao Miao, a playwright, was already so full that she couldn't be fuller up.

Ying Qicheng, who was watching the battle, couldn't help shaking his fan, wanting to clear his eyes, "Actually, Miaomiao is Xie Ci's son..."

Yuan Changhuan didn't look like his own mother, but rather a stepmother, especially after hearing Ying Qicheng's words, Yuan Changhuan slapped him without hesitation, no matter whether it was the prince or the prince in front of him, "Win Qicheng, is it because I can't lift a knife, or can't hold a whip?"

"Hiss..." Ying Qicheng was slapped hard on the back of the head. In the past few years, no one dared to slap him. Now that he was suddenly slapped by Yuan Changhuan again, his first reaction was that he felt good.

"Little cousin, only now do I have a real sense of your return." Ying Qicheng sighed.

Confused by his words, Yuan Changhuan's eyelids twitched, and he replied angrily, "I'm afraid you are not a sadist."

When speaking, he did not forget to stare at his son.

Yuan Miao almost buried his face in the bowl.

(End of this chapter)