Tyrant father's group pet little princess

Chapter 27 I've Decided, Bao'er Will Marry You

After eating, Xia Baoer waved her little hand: "Brother Afei, Baoer has something to look for you today."

Gong Yufei's eyelashes drooped as black as crow feathers, and he looked at the villain in front of him: "Huh?"

Xia Bao'er put her white little fingers on her knees, straightened her small body, and said solemnly: "I've decided, Bao'er will marry you."

Gong Yufei narrowed his eyes.

Yan Hao, who was at the side, couldn't listen anymore, and was shocked: "Princess, you can't say such words!"

Xia Baoer tilted her head, her pink and porcelain face was full of confusion.

"Why? Bao'er wants to be with Brother Afei all the time."

Yan Hao took three steps and made two steps, and rushed over to cover the little man's mouth.

She smiled apologetically: "Forgive me, Master Xiaoguo, our princess learned about the aunt who made the clothes a few days ago about getting married, but she still doesn't quite understand what it means."

Gong Yufei waved his sleeves and smiled lightly: "It's okay."

He looked at Xia Baoer, gently rubbing his slender fingertips.

After a moment, he resisted the urge to pinch her cheek.

Yan Hao let go of Xia Bao'er, and she hugged her little arms together and snorted angrily.

"Bao'er knows what it means, to be married is to be together forever!"

She stretched her little head over, almost touching Gong Yufei's chest.

Then she raised her eyes, blinking.

As if inviting him to touch.

Gong Yufei raised his fingertips slightly, and touched the center of her brow.

Xia Bao'er immediately looked like a child who had received a reward, wagging her little butt, like a fish tail happily wagging in the past.

This instinctive approach is the most direct way for her to obtain happiness.

In the end, Yan Hao had no choice but to leave Xia Bao'er in her arms, for fear that she would say something shocking to the world.

Xia Baoer lay on Yan Hao's shoulder, and gently waved her little hand at Gong Yufei who was standing at the door.

"Brother Afei, Bao'er will come to see you next time!"

Seeing Gong Yufei's faint smile that was not a smile, Xia Baoer's little heart was relieved.

Well, she's so good, Brother Ah Fei won't think about catching her anymore, right?

On the day of the crown prince's birthday, the autumn day was clear and blue.

Maple leaves are in full swing in the palace, and Xia Baoer is wearing a fiery red thin gown.

Concubine Hui put two rabbit hair flowers on her temple buns.

The red mole on the center of her eyebrows became more and more charming, carved in powder and jade, like a doll walking out of a New Year painting.

Early in the morning, Concubine Hui waited on the emperor Xia Hongmo to finish putting on the dragon robe.

The emperor was very happy to see Xia Baoer sitting there obediently practicing calligraphy.

Xia Hongmo stepped forward and hugged Xia Bao'er in his arms: "Bao'er, come and have lunch with Daddy at noon, okay?"

His good daughter hasn't had dinner with him for a long time!I don't know what the little guy who is only three years old is busy with.

How can I be happy if I am not practicing calligraphy or reading books every day!

Xia Bao'er shook her head, and said in a soft voice, "Daddy, today is the birthday of the prince's elder brother. My mother and I are going to celebrate my elder brother's birthday, so we can't accompany you."

Xia Hongmo was dissatisfied: "Daddy will take you to the star picking platform to watch the stars that night."

Xia Baoer poked her cheek with her little finger and thought for a while: "But Baoer still needs to practice calligraphy, and I want to show the empress."

"Stop practicing! Practicing calligraphy is not as fun as looking at the stars." Xia Hongmo waved his hand.

It doesn't matter if his daughter is an idiot with no education or skills, and a beautiful idiot!

He can afford to support her for three lifetimes!

Xia Baoer patted Xia Hongmo's cheek with her small hand: "Daddy, it is said in the "Three Character Classic" that if the son does not teach, it is the father's fault. Baoer must practice calligraphy well, and he must not embarrass daddy."

(End of this chapter)