Don't hurt me, the emperor: ugly women mess up the harem

Chapter 234 [Jealous, unreasonable! 】

"Father..."

"Who is that kid?" Xiahou Chennan frowned as he looked at the three people who were drifting away. He almost wanted to rush up just now, but that brat actually dared to eat his woman's tofu, although, maybe, he meant it , I wanted to save the baby, but... He should never have hugged her waist!
Damn it... Baby's waist is his patent!
"His name is Shi Potian, and the other little girl is his younger sister Fangfang, who has no father or mother..." Qing Yue answered simply.

"Chen Nan, you're really addicted, you can't hold your breath for such a small matter..." Qing Xiao blew on the folding fan in her hand, and said teasingly.

"What's the matter? Didn't you see that kid looked at the baby with that kind of admiration just now, cut it, and didn't even look at his virtues. He was not mature yet, so he thought... just Thoughts are not pure, intentions are wrong..." Xiahou Chennan was still furious, if Qingxiao hadn't stopped him just now, he really wanted to rush up and cut off that man's hand!
"Hehe... I'm still a child, you don't allow me to have a fling..." Qing Xiao laughed softly, never expecting that such a majestic emperor would be so unreasonable to be jealous!
"The object is my baby, but it's not allowed!" Xiahou Chennan squinted domineeringly, the baby belongs to him alone!
……

"Oh... who is this!"

The three of Jing Lingke were walking back leisurely, when suddenly a high-pitched voice came from around the corner.

"elder sister……"

Originally, Jing Lingke thought that someone else was doing something. As the saying goes, it's nothing to do with it. She just wanted to go back to sleep.

However, Shi Potian seemed very nervous when he heard the voice, and hurried forward, protecting Jing Lingke and Fang Fang behind him.

"Shi Potian, I said why haven't I seen you these days, this is hooking up with a sister..."

At this time, Jing Lingke raised her head and saw the people coming. There were three of them in their twenties, and they looked like hooligans. Sharp and thin, like the eunuch's voice, Jing Lingke couldn't help being bored.

(End of this chapter)