Chapter 109 Who is ugly?

   was discovered.

   The wind is blowing around.

  Little Nanny raised her hand to cover her hat.

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   From a distance, he looked like he was covering one of his 'ears' with one hand, and his steps were very calm.

  Rong Qing nodded lightly to the security guard in charge of courtyard security.

   The plush ball was swept aside.

   He has stood up.

   "I've seen the fish outside, they're pretty good, they're spiritual, they can keep the house down, and they'll be fine if you take good care of them."

  Under the golden ginkgo leaves, the small dumplings had a lively tone, steady footsteps, raised their eyes, and the dark cat pupils imprinted the sky with splendor.

   makes people look very fond of it.

  The little one looks soft and chubby, but it is actually soft when hugged, not heavy at all.

   The little boy's long eyelashes drooped, his red lips curled up, and his fingertips rubbed each other. Finally, he couldn't hold back. He reached out and squeezed the 'cat ears' on the little dumpling's head, and said with a smile, "That's good."

   That pretty face was a little closer.

   stretched his hand to her head. Although the little milk dumpling couldn't see what he was doing, he reached out his hand subconsciously and touched his little brother's face.

  Rong Qing also pinched someone's plush ears, feeling the soft claws on his face a little.

   Good guy.

   Neither of the two could hold back, they pinched their ears and touched their faces, and they evened out.

   It was the little milk dumpling who was the first to react, with a cute little face explaining it seriously.

   "I always see the emojis you send out that don't match your face, I can't help it."

  Want to touch to see if the contrast is really that big.

   "Oh, blame me."

  Rong Qing was as good as he was, and even though he recognized the mistake, he took the little dumpling by the hand and walked to the small pavilion in the courtyard.

   There is no need to worry about carbon monoxide poisoning and other problems outdoors. An exquisite small stove is placed, and the inside of the pavilion is warm and the chair cushions are also warm.

   There are several plates on the small table.

   The little dumpling was attracted at first sight, and Rong Qing fed a piece of dried apricot into his mouth.

   The big cat pupils squinted comfortably in an instant.

   The two short legs kicked back and forth, and he was reluctant to chew and swallow the dried apricots.

   "There's more."

   Little greedy cat.

  Rong Qing's fair-skinned phalanx pressed down the cuffs, revealing a circle of dark brown beads.

   This person is obviously living in this world, but he feels that he is out of tune with his surroundings at a young age, and he is mature and calm.

The way    is pouring tea while pressing his sleeves, with a poetic and picturesque feeling that can only be experienced when you step out of the misty rain in that era.

   Such a beautiful looking 'Xiaoyan Dog' was taken aback for a moment.

   But still quick to answer.

   "You can't eat too much. If you eat too much, your parents will worry about it. Today, I never lie to people. You can eat as much as you say, and you always talk!"

   Soft little milky voice with her own little arrogance and childishness.

   Heartwarming.

   "Alright, alright," the little dumpling bit the dried apricot, and his voice was still a little vague. He patted his little hands back and forth, his eyes fixed on Rong Qing's neckline, and he said seriously, "Brother, let's do business!"

  ***

   As soon as Rong Yinghui entered the door from outside, he looked up and saw his uncle leaning on a chair.

  Two buttons on the neckline of the Tang suit were undone, and he was gently pulling with one hand.

   Qing Yan Juechen's face is old and calm, and his eyes are lowered, with seriousness.

   The little dumpling is like a domineering president, standing in front of the chair, pressing down on the chair, almost trapping people in the chair.

  Yong Yinghui:…

  Rong Yinghui: ? ? ?

what is this?

   The history of puppy love of the domineering tits?

Can't!

   Pokémon, you are not yet an adult! !

  You are only five years old this year! !

   He looked at Rong Qing again, it was you who wanted to abduct people—

   Before he could express this thought from his hideous expression, he met Rong Qing.

   "It seems that my brother has not gone out less recently. The 'wear and tear' of the talisman paper is more serious than I thought. Don't take it off until you find a replacement."

   The little dumpling had already stood up, and opened his mouth softly with one hand on his hips, with a bit of a preaching taste.

   "Even if you have this pendant, brother, you can't be careless. If you can't, you can feel that you can run around like a normal person. The senior who gave this bead to brother should have said a lot of precautions."

  The small dumplings are hard-hearted.

   "After all, I've met a lot of people today, and I'm going to kill myself. In the end, there are many people who get what they want."

   Then the little milk dumplings turned around.

   "But fortunately my brother met Jinjin. After waiting for my brother's birthday in a few days, Jinjin will give my brother a better one."

   Remembering the birthdays of key customers is also a part of developing good after-sales service!

   Rong Qing buttoned up, and he reacted for a moment, only to realize that it was almost mid-November.

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   The little dumpling finally saw Rong Yinghui standing at the door froze.

   tilted his little head, with some doubts in his eyes.

   "Brother, what are you doing standing there?"

   is always a generation away.

   No way!

   Absolutely impossible!

   And those thoughts just now made him look like a fool who had read many novels and thought about it.

   It will definitely not work to downgrade the small dumplings.

  Rong Yinghui, who is very low-ranking when he gets around:…

   "Well, why don't I just call you auntie?"

   Looking at Rong Yinghui, who is tall and big, about 1.8 meters tall, and Aunt Jin, a five-year-old cub:? ? ? -

   The last generation is unclear, because of his own business, the small group asked Rong Qing about some things about the antique shop in Shendu, and it was almost time.

   said hello to Mr. Rong, and had a meal. The little dumplings played in the small courtyard with Fuguier and the fat koi who were trying to show their charming figure in the pond for a while, and they were about to leave.

  Rong Qing personally sent the little dumpling into the car, holding Fuguier in his hand, and his light smiling eyes fell on Fuguier's dog's head - just having a good time, the little dumpling hugged it and rubbed it.

   There are also koi fish in the pond. I don’t know what happened, but each one is more attentive.

  Rong Yinghui scratched his curly hair, "Uncle."

"how?"

   "Didn't you say that it's okay not to disturb the little master?"

  Why did I just listen, usually his uncle talks a lot with the little milk dumplings.

   "Of course it's okay to do business."

  Rong Qing still has a somewhat childish voice.

   "It's like cutting off Lee's list before."

   is justifiable and convincing.

  'Little Curly Hair' was stunned again, nodded, and was successfully dismissed by Rong Qing in three or two sentences.

   I just walked to the edge of the pool and haven’t entered my own courtyard.

   Seeing that there was no one around Rong Qing, the guard beside Rong Qing who was protecting him approached and whispered a few words.

  Rong Qing frowned slightly, turned his head, and his eyes fell on the fat koi swaying in the pool.

   The little boy's voice came out after a while, but it was cold.

   "Everyone cooperated for that little benefit."

   These relatives who want to **** power and money are actually not painful to Rong Qing.

   Usually gets in the way of the old man, and he tries not to do anything on the table.

   But some people are not willing to be decent.

   The main thing is—

  Thinking about it, I can't wait to be the cute little face of my own sister's little milk dumpling.

  Who is ugly?

  Dare to say it again who is ugly?

   Eight-year-old Rong Qing: I wish I was my own sister today!

   When I grew up, Rong Qing: Cough... I was too young at that time.

   ***

   Shun the plot has been dissatisfied, changed for a long time

   The first update

   There will be more later

  

  

   (end of this chapter)