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Dong Xiaodao thought of a scene in a trance, when the old rogue had not adopted him. He was still a wandering orphan, wandering around the streets all day to see if he could find something to fill his stomach. On that day, he remembered very clearly, because of his unprecedented "heroism", he took half of the bun from the mouth of a ferocious big wolf dog.

Regardless of the bleeding arm, he darted into his arms and passed the sugar seller's stall as usual, where there were always a group of twittering children and their parents.

"Dad, I want that sweetie!"

"Okay, you haven't gotten a toothache yet. Will you eat it later?"

"Not good, father, I'm going to eat it!"

A little boy in pink clothes stomped his feet and spoiled his father. The tall, thin man was a little embarrassed, frowning a pair of beautiful eyebrows, and didn't know how to make a decision. In the end, he still couldn't bear the younger son, and let the master pinch a fat little baby out.

The little boy grasped the wooden pole and was so happy to see his teeth.

The man sighed and said to his woman, "When he gets the toothache, he will roll away again."

The woman relieved him not to worry, hugged her baby pimple, "Is it delicious?"

The boy nodded vigorously.

"But Dad has grown so big that he hasn't tasted it yet, it's really pitiful." The woman sighed with regret. The little boy hesitated for a long time, and reached out to his father's eyes with his chubby little hand holding the sugar man. "Then ... give it to father this time."

"Dad, is it sweet?"

"Well, it's so sweet."

The man turned his back and wiped his tears.

The happy ending, a happy family.

Dong Xiaodao stared at him, thinking, if he could lick the sweet thing, I am afraid he would be the happiest person in the world.

He touched his arms, only half of the cold buns were cold.

can not afford.

He sighed.

Sweet ... what is it like?

Will it be so sweet that it makes people want to cry?

Dong Xiaodao always thought that one day he would become very rich and rich, and he would buy all the sugar man stalls, and let the skilled teacher Fu Tian change the trick to the sugar man for him every day!

However, when he was really rich, he ate Shanzhen seafood and bird's nest shark's fin, which is not many times better than the sugar man that ordinary couple bought for his little son.

He even thinks that these street toys that only coax children are vulgar, cheap, and not clean, and may diarrhea after eating.

Dong Xiaodao thought so until she said—

"There are children in other people's homes, and so should my children."

She took his palm and tucked in the little sugar man who had bought in line. She covered his hands with her palms, warmly infiltrating the back of the cold hands and blood.

He was trembling slightly, almost trying to hold the fat baby with the red head rope tied.

After entering the palace, he received many valuable gifts, some of which were awarded to him by Mo Xiaoyan, and some treasures that were personally delivered to him by the gentlemen who wanted to please the prince through him. , The small treasure trove was packed.

But no one, in this cold street, arranged a long line for him, just to buy a penny for the little sugar man.

He was holding the red doll, sticking out his tongue like a puppy, and carefully licked the little red cheek.

Sweetness overflows at the tip of the tongue.

"Sweet?" She touched his head.

"Sweet!" The little thing nodded without hesitation.

When he was very hungry when he was young, he climbed onto the tree and picked a bag of osmanthus to eat. There are several families living in this alley filled with osmanthus trees. The children grew up like green plums and horses, kicking Cuju, wrenching their wrists, and doing various fun games for children.

He looked at it from afar, listening to the laughter, chewing the sweet and sweet osmanthus in his mouth, and even the sweet smell in the air.

At that time he decided that osmanthus must be the sweetest flower in the world.

However, there is another kind of "sweetness" in the world.

For example, her eyes reflected her figure.

For example, her hand, holding her finger.

"Since it's sweet, why cry?"

Lin Lang bent down, his expression showing a trace of helplessness. It is said that the beauty is crying, and the gesture of the pear flower with the rain is the most sultry, but she did not find this "beautiful quality" on Dong Xiaodao. .

"Because, because, it's too sweet." He cried with a small face, choking chokefully, and pulled the cloak of Lin Lang fiercely.

Lin Lang with severe cleanliness: "..."

Is this going to challenge her physiological limit?

Boy, do you know that your move will be life-threatening?

Lin Lang endured and tolerated, she took off her cloak with a blank expression, and with a "snap", she firmly covered the teenager's head.

This call was a disaster.

"Yeye?" Dong Xiaodao just felt that the line of sight in front of him suddenly became dark, his cheeks were close to the cloth, and she could feel her body temperature faintly, and his cheeks turned red instantly.

The teenager didn't realize that this cloak had been "repeated" by himself, but fell into another pink delusion. The cloak contaminated with the smell of the prince, unexpectedly good smell, um, he has to take two more mouths to refresh.

Dong Xiaodao, a tendon, has unknowingly moved in the direction of a little pervert.

"Cry and cry, no one will see you when this king is there."

Lin Lang knocked on his head.

The old fox, who had no idea of ​​Dong Xiaodao's inner activities, thought that he had not only got rid of the "toxic" cloak, but also just grabbed the other's hand.

Well, I'm so witty.

Lin Lang gave a hundred points to his shameless performance.

In the end, Dong Xiaodao went back crying all the way. In order to talk to Lin Lang, he lifted the cloak halfway and put it on his head. Lin Lang looked down, his entire face turned into a red, green, and green staining plate.

But the other party looked at her with sweet honey.

Lin Lang: "..."

It feels like it has caused a terrible perversion.

A few children ran across in front of the two, and headed Dong Xiaodao with a grimacing face, "Ha, ugly, no one wants! Slightly!"

Lin Lang did not respond much, but Dong Xiaodao cried even more.

He used Luo Zidai to draw his eyebrows in the morning. After painting, there was an aura of “Laozi ’s first beauty in the world”. As a result, when he cried, he not only put on makeup, but also rubbed his eyes when rubbing his tears, his eyes like autumn It became a pair of ridiculous panda eyes.

He asked with tears in his eyes, "Master, is slave really strange?"

"Small things to listen to the truth?"

Because of the difference in height between the two, in order to look at him, Lin Lang had to lean down and support his knees with both hands. The skillful posture at first glance was to prepare to appease his troubled child.

What is a small thing?

Dong Xiaodao inexplicably has a sense of shame, why is he always coaxed like a child? He is already 16 years old, will make money, has a good figure, and the bed time is first-rate. Why should she not treat him like an adult? Are you looking down on him?

It's about the dignity of the man. He was about to flare up, and her breath lightly sprayed on her face.

"Now, do you want to hear the truth?"

Dong Xiaodao lost all his anger, and dared not look directly at her dark, dark pupil, and nodded indiscriminately.

Damn, I always feel like a slaughtered lamb.

"It's weird."

The woman's voice became very gentle, so that the traces were not traced by the hazy smoke and rain in the spring, which lingered in my heart.

"But it doesn't matter. Someone likes it."

She reached out and brushed away the hair sticking to his face.

"So don't cry anymore?"

"Someone will be distressed."

Lin Lang saw him staring blankly at him, smiled, and planned to draw his hand back, but was held by the other party. He saw Lin Lang's surprised look, his ears were quietly red, but he still said hard, "You deceive. How is it possible? Will someone distress me? Like me, a snobbish man who sees money and opens his eyes, money is everything. Even if someone dies in front of me, the first thing I do is to die, I just want to strip all the valuable things from her. , And then go straight. "

Lin Lang raised her eyebrows, "You are very thoughtful."

"Doesn't the prince think I'm mean?" He grabbed her hand and pleaded in his eyes.

Please, insult me ​​quickly, and use all the ugly words you can imagine, to scold the mean and miserly in front of you.

How extravagant is tempting.

For the participants, all bets are on the net worth.

In terms of feelings, he is an inexperienced gambler and is afraid that he will lose nothing in the future. Therefore, instead of swollen nose and bruise, it is better to destroy the good impression from the beginning.

"Vile? What are you talking about?" Lin Lang smiled. "I think you have the potential to become the first richest man in Chu. What's more, silver is the most beautiful thing in the world. There is a saying that there is money Is n’t that enough to show the charm of the ghost? Is it possible to buy the best sweets, the best clothes, the most beautiful jewelry when you have money? "

"As long as you have money, you can do everything you like and willful, don't you?"

Lin Lang tried to wipe the fat powder on his face, it was estimated that it was hard for too long, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

"Then ... can I buy the prince?"

He suddenly looked up, his eyes suddenly bright, like two rounds of fiery little sun.

"what?"

Lin Lang hadn't responded yet. He had "swooped" the sixty-two jade hairpins on his head and shoved his brain into Lin Lang's arms, folding it into a golden canopy hill bag, almost blinding Lin Lang's eyes .

"This is just a deposit."

He twitched into the woman's lips.

Lin Lang: "..."

Can she say that she dislikes this unsolicited kiss?

Dong Xiaodao's mouth was coated with a thick layer of bright red lipstick, greasy, and it felt like he had not washed for days and nights ...

"Your lord, what are you doing? You look so ugly?"

"He's a little tired."

"The slave kneads for you."

"..."

Juvenile, you openly attack your chest in broad daylight, have you considered the feelings of people passing by?