Doting Wife Ronghua

Chapter 298 Chen Sesame and Rotten Millet (2)
Last time it was a rabbit costume, this time it was a little tiger. Is it really good for this mother to cheat her son like this?

Seeing Murong Jin rolling in front of her expectantly, chubby and a little clumsy, Ming Xiu thought it was great that there was no such thing as a camera these days.

Otherwise, if you take photos and keep them for growing up, it will be a black history!

If that's the case, no matter how this cousin is in the future, this trauma will definitely last a lifetime.

"Brother Jin seems to have grown taller, doesn't it?" Mingxiu saw that Princess Ping was in high spirits, and wanted to stretch out her vicious hands to ravage her furry son, so she hurriedly hugged her cousin in her arms, only to feel that the hairy cheeks were impressive. My cousin was content to stick his face back and forth, but couldn't hold it anymore, followed Murong Jin happily together, hugging the little tiger without letting go, and asked, "Jin Do you miss your cousin? My cousin misses Jin to death." This kind of touch is really interesting.

"Think." Murong Jin narrowed his eyes and said in a childlike voice, pointing his fingers.

"He misses his cousin eight times a day, wishing he could dream of you when he falls asleep at night." Ming Xiu is very patient with children. When Princess Ping gave birth to Murong Jin, Ming Xiu took care of his aunt and the children at the same time. Helping raise her by her side every day, and she doesn't do anything to others, obviously caring, Princess Ping watched Ming Xiu and Murong Jin talking softly with a smile, and now she has already talked about going to the yard for Murong Jin to play hide-and-seek together , Thinking that if this child marries Murong Nan, the children must be around the same age, I feel so sad that I can't even cheer up.

"Cousin won't leave today." The little tiger hooked the corner of Mingxiu's clothes with his fat and tender paws, and said anxiously.

"Now, don't I also come to visit Brother Jin every day?" Ming Xiu accompanied Murong Jin as he walked clumsily on the ground, complimenting him from time to time, seeing his bright eyes, he said with a smile.

"At night, alone, cold." The little tiger expressed the emptiness, loneliness and coldness in the middle of the night when no one is falling asleep.

Seeing the crystal clear tears rolling out of his big eyes, Mingxiu couldn't hold back her joy.

"Who did you learn from!" This kid is so young, he probably doesn't understand what sorrow means, Mingxiu saw that he was putting on an act, so she flicked his head.

"Cousin." The ears on the little tiger's head drooped, and it lay innocently beside Mingxiu's legs, and said in a low voice, flicking its big tail.

"Which cousin?" Princess Ronghua's smile remained unchanged, but in fact, she had already cut to death the guy who abducted her cousin as a little white flower.

"Cousin An Wang." The little tiger answered the question honestly.

The corner of Princess Ping's mouth twitched suddenly.

"You just met your cousin once, and you learned it?" The famous man-eating flower in the court was talking about the very bad-hearted King An Murong Ning.What's even more disgusting is that this guy has a weak and beautiful face. When he catches anyone who bites someone outside, he is called black and white with Tang Wang. A little bit of crystal tears are soft and touching, and the little white flowers are extremely beautiful. Although Shen Guogong's hard heart has not been shaken, Princess Ping has a headache when she thinks of such a guy of the transformation department.

"Three times!" Murong Jin tried hard to count with his fingers, stretched out his little hand, and said seriously.

"Where is it?" Murong Jin didn't go out much on weekdays, and only walked around relatives at home when he went out. He really didn't know that he ran into such an evil god just like that.

"Uncle." The little tiger continued to speak seriously.

Once he was out shopping with his uncle Shen Guogong and his father Ping Wang, and he rode majestically on the head of his stern-faced father and looked around. He smiled lovably in front of his eldest uncle, and then he said something, and tears flowed from his eyes. Although his father and uncle were hard-hearted, the little tiger keenly discovered that when his cousin was about to cry, he couldn't shed tears. At the time, the big guys around all showed pitiful and compromised expressions.

(End of this chapter)