Husband is a little milk dragon

Chapter 33 seems big, big.

Nan Gu clenched her sleeves tightly, as if she was silently contemplating something, but before he could contemplate something, Gong Ninghuan raised her hand and tugged at the clothes that were wrapped around him, "Why did you put all the new clothes on?" Torn?"

Nan Gu stared at her, his eyes were bright and deep, like the deepest trace of light in a gemstone, he said: "My concubine said she would take me to buy new clothes."

Gong Ninghuan slightly raised the corners of her eyes, but it was rare that she didn't hit him. She let him tug on her clothes, and when she turned to leave, she couldn't help but stop slightly again, and glanced sideways at him, "Did you forget?" what?"

Nan Gu blinked his watery brown eyes, looked at her for a long time before calling softly: "Huanhuan."

Gong Ninghuan's expression became a little complicated for a moment, she seemed to want to say something unpleasant, but in the end she took his hand away with a cold face, and walked forward.

Nan Gu naturally followed closely.

Gong Ninghuan took him into a clothes shop, picked out a few new clothes for him, and asked Nan Gu to change the one on his body. Nan Gu went to change it embarrassedly, and Gong Ninghuan was waiting for the shopkeeper to settle the bill. At the time, my mind was still a little buzzing, and I didn't know what to think about, until after a long while, Nan Gu's voice came, "Huanhuan! Come here!"

Gong Ninghuan frowned slightly, and walked over, only to see a few thin, white little fingers reaching out and grabbing the corner of the covering curtain and gently opening it a little, a fluffy little curly head was pulled out from behind the curtain, opened Turning his big eyes, he saw Gong Ninghuan coming from the right. He opened his moist pink mouth and said, "It seems big, it's big."

Gong Ninghuan sized him up, "How big is it?"

Nan Gu looked down at his lower body in embarrassment, Gong Ninghuan let out a cry, turned around and asked the shopkeeper for a smaller set and handed it to Nan Gu, Nan Gu stretched out his small hand to take it, Gong Ninghuan looked at him again One glance, "Do you know how to wear it?"

"Of course." After Nan Gu answered seriously, he closed the curtain.

After another long time, His Royal Highness Xiao Er pulled back the curtain, and shouted timidly, "Huanhuan is ready."

Gong Ninghuan was looking at those cloths, but when she heard the call, she turned her head back and looked His Highness Xiaoer up and down.

His Highness Xiao Er looked like a Highness this time. He stood upright, and his dark purple clothes set off his small body more and more like a bamboo, tall and straight and graceful, and his aristocratic temperament was naturally displayed. .

But he grew up in the cold Hanshui Pavilion since he was a child. No one has ever looked down on him. He has been bullied and humiliated all the time. How can he have a natural aristocratic temperament.

Such contradictory feelings can be clearly seen in Nan Gu.

After leaving the clothes shop, Gong Ninghuan brought His Highness Xiao Er to buy some food. After eating and drinking, His Highness Xiao Er was finally happy again, chatting with Gong Ninghuan all the way, of course what he said was irrelevant Gong Ninghuan would not talk to him about urgent nonsense, she only treated him as transparent.

But after being so happy, His Royal Highness Xiaoer became anxious again. He took La Gong Ninghuan's hand, "Huanhuan, are we going back?"

Gong Ninghuan said without expression: "Yes."

Nan Gu didn't speak anymore, and Gong Ninghuan's ears suddenly became quiet. She walked in silence for a while, then suddenly lowered her head and gave the glass-hearted little milk dragon another blow: "Leave early tomorrow morning."

Nan Gu blinked a pair of beautiful eyelashes, as if the ice formed in the cold winter was suddenly smashed, and then slowly lowered his little curly head, still not speaking.

Gong Ninghuan took away the fingers he was still holding onto her hand, and left.

The little milk dragon knew how to advance and retreat. Although he was unhappy, he still followed her slowly. He probably knew that he couldn't resist.
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