Young Master Hei, your wife is playing dumb again

Chapter 3 The Other Kids Have Shovels

"Jing Ming and the movable and real estate information under his name, I will see it tomorrow."

After Jing Yuhan went outside to plan the sand, Hei Lingxiu gave orders.

"No problem." Zhao Ritian replied.

Ever since he found out that the Jing family had used Jing Yuhan to fool them, Zhao Ritian guessed that Hei Lingxiu would never let Jing Ming go.

Speaking of this, Zhao Ritian naturally wanted to ask about Jing Yuhan's disposal.

"This is mine, you are not allowed to play here." Just as Zhao Ritian spoke, a voice suddenly came from outside.

Zhao Ritian and Hei Lingxiu saw that scene when they looked away...

The little fool who was scraping sand under the scorching sun just now wrestled with a little boy wearing a Pikachu jumpsuit who looked no older than five years old!During the tumbling, sand was all over the faces and hair of the two of them.

"Tsk, how could you be such a fool at such a young age?" Zhao Ritian was feeling sorry for Jing Yuhan when a black figure flashed past beside him.

Worried that the fool would die, Zhao Ritian could only follow quickly.

Alas, this toil!

When Hei Lingxiu and Zhao Ritian rushed to the scene of the crime one after the other, the outcome had already been announced.

Jing Yuhan continued to dig the golden sand with the small shovel he got, playing like a winner.

The little boy who couldn't beat the big fool looked at the small shovel in Jing Yuhan's hand, his eyes were red.

"Give him back the shovel!"

The highly educated Hei Lingxiu couldn't bear to see this kind of vicious and brutal competition to bully the small, so he reprimanded Jing Yuhan in a cold voice.

"No, it's mine."

Jing Yuhan not only refused to listen to the persuasion, but also tightly held the small shovel in his hand and hid it behind his back.

She pursed her mouth, and said plausibly: "Other children have small shovels for playing with sand, but Hanhan doesn't. Hanhan also wants a small shovel..."

At that moment, the man raised his hand and pressed his temple that was sore from anger, his whole body was like an ice sculpture.

"You..." Zhao Ritian was also furious by this sudden scene.

Hei Lingxiu's voice of reprimanding her just now was not loud, but there was a monstrous anger hidden in it.

If he doesn't take Jing Yuhan away now, Zhao Ritian is really worried that blood will splatter on the spot!
But before Zhao Ritian could finish his words, the little boy who was robbed of the shovel just now and whose eyes were reddened took advantage of Jing Yuhan's inattention to snatch back the shovel hidden behind her.

"My little shovel..." Jing Yuhan, who lost his beloved little shovel, just sat down in the sandpit, crying hysterically, as if he had been wronged by the world.

Dou Da's tears kept falling from her cheeks that were scorched red by the sun.

Hei Lingxiu stared at the woman who was out of breath from crying, her legs were kicking so hard that sand was splashed all over his trouser legs, and the menacing aura on her body became more and more intense.

The sun was shining brightly, but Zhao Ritian felt a chill down his spine.

The source of this chill was naturally the man beside him with ice blades in his eyes.

If he was Jing Yuhan, at this moment Zhao Ritian would directly choose the dog leash.

Zhao Ritian waited with bated breath.

But the expected bloody scene has not been staged for a long time, but...

Hei Lingxiu stepped forward, carried Jing Yuhan who was on the ground onto his shoulder very neatly, and then walked towards the new Chinese-style villa with his perfectly proportioned long legs.

Jing Yuhan was quiet for a while, only to be belatedly aware that he was being carried away by Hei Lingxiu and was about to be separated from his beloved little shovel, "Whoa, little shovel... Hanhan's little shovel!"

Not only did she cry, but she also groaned on Hei Lingxiu's shoulder, kicking her legs wildly.

This action once caused Zhao Ritian, an innocent person nearby, to suffer, and the sand splashed from Jing Yuhan's body was all over his face and hair.

"I'll buy it for you, shut up and don't cry!" No matter how hysterically Jing Yuhan cried, Hei Lingxiu still didn't stop.

"He has 13 kinds of sand shoveling tools, and I want more shovels than him." Probably because Hei Lingxiu promised to buy a small shovel, Jing Yuhan's crying was much quieter, and he even used a small crying voice. The voice asks.

"Okay, buy the most luxurious package with the most shovels..." Helplessness and compromise were hidden in the man's obviously angry voice.

"I still want the clothes on him!"

"At night, someone will make it for you..."

As Hei Lingxiu drifted away, Jing Yuhan's cries became smaller and smaller.

Zhao Ritian, an innocent person nearby, wiped off the sand on his nose, and then looked at the two figures that were gradually going away, depressed.

What's the matter with this inexplicable feeling of being stuffed with dog food?

Waiting online, very anxious!

(End of this chapter)