Vampire: Poppy's Dessert

Chapter 312


"Little Duke, little ancestor, I beg you not to cry!" Aenea was in a hurry, shaking and coaxing, but Qing Rang didn't agree. Aenea looked at Yetong and Youhong for help, and Qing Rang even more It was crying loudly.


The baby girl in Xinqing's arms——Yizheng was also startled by Qing Rang's cries and burst into tears.


Everyone in the auditorium couldn't help frowning. Vampires hate crying babies the most. Although those two little guys are royal babies, their essence is still—babies.


Lan Sinuo and Steven signaled the two younger sisters to coax the children quickly, Chu Yan also sighed helplessly, and Victor was the first and the second elder, "Is it really good to have more children? I really want to pinch the child." Kill them! Hug them here, grandpa give them a hug!"


Yetong hurriedly took Qing Rang from Aenea's arms and hugged it to Victor, but Qing Rang ignored Victor's strict and half-loved love at all, and he cried even harder in Victor's arms, as if he was being hurt Fortunately, Yizheng was finally coaxed by Chuyan.


"Yetong, Qing Rang may be hungry, take him out first and let the nanny coax him." Chu Yan suggested softly.


Yetong was sweating profusely in anxiety, "Mother, Qing Rang is acting weird these days. Youhong and I teased him, but he didn't laugh, so he won't let you and me hold each other today... I'm worried that he is sick. gone."


"Let me take a look!" Leng Pei Xueyao finally came over, took Qing Rang from Yetong's arms, and hurried out of the auditorium, Leng Yindong hurriedly followed.Youhong also comforted Yetong to keep up.


Victor and Chuyan couldn't help but glance at each other, secretly shocked, that child is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp!


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Leng Pei Xueyao, who is always prone to failure, also admitted this time. Qing Rang has been crying in the baby room for an hour, her voice has become hoarse, but she still can't stop. She checked Qing Rang's body carefully, and there was nothing abnormal .


Leng Yindong signaled to Youhong to take Yetong to the garden first, and then called Tarsen to come quickly.


"Yindong, is this the right thing to do?"


"It's better than Qing Rang crying to death, this is our first great grandson." Leng Yindong sighed helplessly.


"I'm afraid that Tarson's coming will bring a lot of trouble."


"We can only take one step at a time. When Lan Sinuo was born, Rex, who was tossing around, would rather die. I'm afraid this kid is also troublesome. We have seen a lot of the power of the half-breed, so we might as well follow his wishes. "


As soon as Tarson came in, before he could speak, Leng Yindong picked up Qingrang and stuffed it into his arms.


Qing Rang was like a faucet being turned on, miraculously stopped crying, and leaned into Tarsen's arms, sobbing and looking very comfortable.


Tarson couldn't help but wonder, he had nothing to do with the child, why didn't he cry when he hugged him?Moreover, there seemed to be an inexplicably strong intimacy between them.


He didn't dare to ask Leng Yindong any questions, and he didn't dare to ask Leng Pei Xueyao either. This couple has always hated and rejected werewolves the most.


Leng Pei Xueyao was also worried that he would be suspicious, so she couldn't help explaining, "Qing Rang has wolf blood, so it would be better to be hugged by you."


For a long time, people with pure blood in the blood clan have been forbidden to have relations with the wolf clan. The reason why Steven was discriminated against when he was young is also because his birth violated the codes of the two clans.


But, "How could Qing Rang have wolf blood?! Who are his parents?"


"We only know that his father was a person who was not suitable to be a father at that time, and the rest is not clear." Leng Yindong smiled euphemistically, and led Leng Pei Xueyao to the door. If he didn't leave quickly, Tarson might have more many questions. "If you put him to sleep, it's in the pram, the babysitter is waiting outside the door, and we have to greet guests."


"Okay." Tarson bowed his head politely, "Please go ahead, both of you."


Qing Rang didn't fall asleep in his arms. Although he couldn't speak, he babbled as if he had a lot to say. His little hand was holding on to the button of his bow tie, so Tarson had to carry him. go.


He couldn't help studying Qing Rang's appearance, wheat-colored skin, black hair, black eyebrows, beautiful facial features, eyes like bright crystals, strange colors, like black, purple, blue, green Mixed, and there is a hint of the sharpness unique to werewolves and the coldness of blood people in their eyes.


He couldn't help but kissed Qing Rang's little face, coaxed him again, and wanted to put him in the crib, but Qing Rang showed him crying with a gesture of reluctance and moaning.


"I lost to you!"


So, Tarson held Qing Rang and visited the baby room again.


Walking into the baby entertainment room in the inner room, it is filled with all kinds of toys, intelligent ones, puppet ones, intellectually inspired ones, and physical stimulated ones, and even various beautiful toy lamps hang from the ceiling.


There is a light blue wallpaper on the wall, with brightly patterned stars, all the way down, those stars absorb the light, shining brightly.


And there was an oil painting hanging on the wall, which attracted all of Tarson's attention.


It was a simple oil painting with wonderful colors.The light came in through the door of the palace hall, a stalwart man was holding a little girl, he was smiling, and there were broken porcelain pieces on the ground under his feet, and the little girl had a few scratches on her arms and legs... That was the first time. He was even more puzzled by the man in the painting, no matter his appearance or standing posture, he was very much like him.


In the lower right corner of the painting is the signature and date of Chu Yan's flamboyant and phoenix dance, and the name of the painting, "To my favorite daughter, Yetong—Tongmeng".


He couldn't help walking over, and he was fascinated by the fact that everything in the painting seemed real, forming a half-real and half-illusory image in his mind, as if he could still hear the sound of the vase being broken.


He knew that Chuyan's paintings always contained spiritual power, and Rex and the Queen Mother Ruisha were once bewitched by a painting. went.



(End of this chapter)