The group pet cub of the villain tyrant

Chapter 296 Why did the wanton heart hurt so much just now?
"It's okay, don't worry about wantonness."

Nan Rong Jinghua's eyes fell on the palm of the little girl's hand, and You Lan Qingqian spoke to comfort the few black hairs that were lying on the ground that declared a heroic sacrifice.

"Really, really?"

He Lian looked at Nuo Da's bronze mirror seriously, fearing that if he was not careful, his all-powerful beauty would disappear.

"Well, it's okay to go to bed early in the future, my dear."

While Nanrong Jinghua was talking, the peach wood comb in his hand was lightly and shallowly falling on the little girl's black hair. After a while, a beautiful moon bun was combed.

He Liansi Zuo Zhaozhao touched it again, feeling very satisfied, and didn't shake his little feet anymore.
The little girl stood on the pear blossom wooden chair, looked at Nanrong Jinghua with a smile, then stood on tiptoe, smacked, and kissed Nanrong Jinghua's chin.

Don’t ask why it’s the chin, it’s because the pear flower wooden chair is too short, the wife is too tall, absolutely nothing to do with Sisi, huh~
The little girl is depressed, wrinkling her pink and tender little face,
Moaning and chirping dissatisfied, what are you doing, one by one, bullying wanton and short?
However, in the next second, Nanrong Jinghua bent down lightly, and in an instant, that face that turned everything upside down suddenly appeared in the little girl's sight, so close at hand, only an inch away.

"Husband, husband, master, ah, no, husband, husband."

A certain Sisi stumbled suddenly, early in the morning, the face attack from the fairy and handsome wife was too seductive?
"Where did Sisi want to kiss just now, huh?"

Nanrong Jinghua just gently rubbed the little girl's little head, like Haoyue's cold eyes, when facing the little girl, she was always full of pampering.

"W-anywhere is fine?"

For some unknown reason, He Lian's moist grape-like eyes fell on a little cinnabar between Nanrong Jinghua's eyebrows,

"Immortals come to the mortal world, and use the cinnabar between their eyebrows to cover up their peerless demeanor. Husband, are you an immortal?"

Helian, who was attracted by that bit of cinnabar, didn't notice that Nanrong Jinghua's slightly trembling fingertips were holding the mahogany comb.

"I don't want to be that god, I just want to be a wanton husband, forever and ever."

When he opened his mouth, there was something unspeakably dull and obscure, as if there were thousands of tears, as if the pain was choked in his throat and he could not speak out.

"Oh, I'm just joking, Master, hurry up, the time is running out, let's have breakfast quickly, and then go to the Imperial College to party."

"Brother Sanhuang must really want to be wanton~"

As He Lian spoke wantonly, he kicked his short legs and got off the pear flower wooden chair, without even looking at Nan Rong Jinghua behind him,
Shaking her moon bun, walking on short legs, she thumped towards the door of the house, but her little face was slightly pale.

After running out of the room, Helian stopped her small steps recklessly, her grape-like moist eyes looked at the green bamboo leaning against the wall swaying in the wind,
His eyes became dull and empty, and his white, tender and fleshy little hands unconsciously covered his heart:
Why did my wanton heart hurt so much just now?
Suddenly the little girl's ears moved, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her, she put down her little hands covering her heart,

Turning her body around, she looked at Nan Rong Jinghua who was stepping forward, the paleness on her little face had recovered a lot, she showed her little canine teeth, and smiled sweetly,
"Master, give me a hug~'"

(End of this chapter)