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Chapter 1117 The night in the little queen’s cabin (Part 2)

I remember what I said when I bullied the Queen when she was a child because she was naive and easy to deceive.

Being stared at by everyone with strange looks, Fangran suddenly broke out in sweat. He always felt that his image would be irreparable if this continued. He quickly explained:

"No. I just wanted to express that I should have a successful career."

"Isn't that true?"

Then when he heard Ling speak in a tone of 'Are Fangran lying to me?', which was so pitiful that it made people feel guilty, he coaxed in a panic and forced a smile:

"Bu Ling, thirty is actually a false reference! It means that you have to grow up and become a real man before you can fall in love and get married!"

"Haha~ grow up and become a real man, so I'm afraid thirty years old is not enough according to your standards."

For the Nth time, he realized that something was going on that he didn't know about. As he was unhappy with its 'source', Ming Ling made a sarcastic comment,

And what kind of serious traditional concept of yours is that?

Contrary to what she was thinking, Gou Yu couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, thinking of his previous 'friend's troubles'.

How should I put it? It really has captain-like thoughts.

"Oh, so I don't know if this is what my junior thinks."

"After all, he's been like this since he was a kid."

After finally coaxing Ling into believing that he had not lied to her, Xia Yao deliberately teased and chuckled, and Fang Xiaoran directly and mercilessly exposed her shortcomings.

"No, I'm not talking about me!"

When I find that I seem to be getting darker and darker and cannot explain clearly,

Fangran saw Tang Bing holding the rice bowl with a 'well, I'm a senior after all' expression on his face, he tilted his head and grinned with a mocking smile of 'hey'.

Fangran: "."

And it happened that at this time, he also heard Meng Lang rubbing his hands at Ling and smiling in a flattering manner, trying to get more shocking information to make him socially dead.

"Did my brother say anything else?"

"others"

"(◣д◢)Fuck! Brother, you are such a bad bastard! Wash your vagina for me!!"

Sitting there is a delicate and beautiful little queen with a gothic skirt,

Dinner time at the small table,

Finally, it was as noisy as usual

Dinner is over,

Normally, the person who is not responsible for cooking today would usually clean up the kitchen. Although it only requires sweeping the floor, wiping the kitchen table, and putting the bowls in the dishwasher,

During this period, two foodies would quickly clean the small table and place a bunch of fruits and melon seeds as snacks.

Started to lie down on the table and become lazy.

Fang Xiaoran would go back to study directly, with the goal of becoming a translator to make money in the future. Tang Bing would also be busy with her various schoolwork, letting people see that her excellent English was not in vain.

Only Xia Yao would sit for a while before going back to the room every day.

By the way, if Ming Ling is still there at this time, she will usually stay directly

But there is a slight exception today,

It was past the time for everyone to gather in the hut for dinner, and everyone was still sitting at the small table.

As for the reason, of course it is.

"Ling, how old are you this year?"

"Is this your first time in China? You learned Chinese in a native language environment?"

"Would you like to sit over here, sister? There's delicious food here~ Hey! Fangran, what did you do to make her cling to you so much?"

"Nv Ling-sama, please use the cake!"

Wearing a gorgeous and petite Gothic dress, she sat down obediently and ate the cake in small bites. She looked overly delicate and beautiful under her long light blond hair.

The Queen, who had fallen into a childlike state for some reason, attracted the attention of everyone in the cabin.

I slowly let go of the embarrassment I felt when I first arrived here, and the previous panic gradually healed. Apart from sometimes not being able to understand words spoken too fast, and occasionally getting stuck when answering in a low voice,

Ling has regained the spirit of a little girl of her age.

On the contrary, Fangran was left alone.

"What does Ling usually like to do?"

Deliberately slowing down his speaking speed, Xia Yao asked Ling softly with a gentle expression,

Hearing the good-looking sister in front of her ask this question, Ling glanced at Fangran beside her, remembered his instructions, and then answered in a low voice:

"Go to the forest, play by the water, and occasionally go to the city."

"Then do you want to go out with your sister tomorrow!? Big sister will take you to a super fun place~"

He couldn't help himself when he saw beautiful and lovely things. After failing to get Ling to sit next to him, Ming Ling still persisted in persuading him no, or rather seducing him,

"No matter how much you like a child you just met, you can't ignore the distance."

However, when Fang Xiaoran pointed out the problem very calmly and objectively, he immediately let out a frustrated sound.

"Hey, Xiao Ranran"

"Sister Ming Ling, don't call me with strange names."

Laughing at their usual scene, Xia Yao continued to look at Ling and asked with a smile:

"What do you like to do at home?"

Slightly hesitant about the definition of 'home', Ling thought back to her favorite things to do in the carriage.

"Watching movies and playing games with Fangran"

"Eh!? Do you like playing games too!? Do you like playing switch?"

As soon as she heard about the game, Tang Bing immediately became energetic. She took the switches that she and Fangran Meng Lang had been playing together on the shelf next to her, and held them up eagerly with one hand and asked:

"Can you play Super Smash Bros.? Do you want to try online!?"

Ling raised her head as usual and glanced at Fangran, with a questioning look in her big eyes.

then five minutes later

Tang Bing, who was so dizzy after being beaten that he couldn't find his way around, fell to his knees facing the TV, his eyes trembling to the point of doubting his life.

"A hallucination. This must be a hallucination that such an older little girl was brutally tortured. Am I really that bad? This is impossible. This is not true. I don't believe it. I don't believe it."

Alas, Sister Calabash, even though she is still young, Her Majesty the Queen will be a scientist in the future. With her talent in operating machines, it is normal for you to lose.

Although your usual game level is indeed comparable to that of my brother.

Seeing Tang Bing's depressed figure after being struck and thinking in vain, Meng Lang sighed helplessly, then raised a bright smile:

"Lord Ling! It's me next!"

But I am different!

With the reflexes of a participant, it is more than enough to defeat the Queen as a child.

Then ten minutes later.

Meng Lang, who was also beaten to a pulp, suddenly realized his innocence while stunned.

Is this the strength of an A-level high-ranking technician at a young age?

"Fangran, I won again! This game is so interesting!"

Holding the controller in her small hand, Ling looked at the victory on the screen, raised her head and showed a happy smile as if she was playing a game with others for the first time.

Smiling back, Fangran looked at the two figures who were both shocked, and smiled in his heart.

Why do you think I never played fighting games with Ling in the first place?

"Humph! Brother! You must realize your powerlessness!"

Captain, why do you look like you've won?

Seeing Fangran's proud look on his face, Gou Yu was speechless after witnessing what 'talent' was in just a short period of time.

"Wait. Is this her first time playing!?"

"Hey, that's amazing! This is a genius."

"Can you do the same for other Lings?"

"Try it quickly!"

Understanding, concentration, and control abilities.

Discovering that the girl in front of him inadvertently showed talents that were inconsistent with her age, except for Fang Ran and the other three who knew Ling's true identity,

Xia Yao and Ming Ling were all surprised. They looked at her who was so delicate and beautiful at a young age that they were unreal. They all thought about what she would be like when she grew up.

Just like that, time flew by inadvertently.

"Okay, it's getting late, Ling should be ready to go to bed."

Looking at the hands that were almost nine o'clock unknowingly, Xia Yao saw that the lively atmosphere had not dissipated and said helplessly, and then said with a gentle smile:

"Ling, just sleep in my room tonight. My bed is bigger."

Hearing this sentence, the 'culprit' who made Xia Yao's bed bigger because he often stayed over, subconsciously asked blankly:

"Hey, where should I sleep?"

"Lingzi, don't you have a car?"

Xia Yao answered with a bit of laughter, and then saw Ming Ling's tearful expression, "Xiao Yao, it's so late and you actually have the heart to ask me to go back to that cold apartment where I'm the only one."

"I can't help it. I'll let you go home tonight."

When the cabin is full, this should be the most reasonable arrangement.

But the moment I heard these words.

Ling's long-sleeved hands immediately grabbed Fangran's clothes beside her. She was obviously uneasy and nervous about the words that wanted to take her away from Fangran.

"I want to sleep with Fangran"

After the young girl expressed her opinion in this way, I heard this sentence: Don't talk about the expressway, the high-speed rail has been opened for you.

Everyone in the hut was stunned for a moment.

The cabin suddenly fell into silence.

Even Fangran himself slowly opened his mouth and froze before realizing the most serious problem.

Seeing this time, even Xia Yao showed an unexpectedly shaken expression. His throat was stuck and he was about to speak to the people in front of him:

"no."

Then he saw Tang Bing, who was the first to come back to his senses among the people, quickly and decisively said in a solemn voice:

"Brother, call the police!"

"Hey! Police! We have one here."

This routine is enough (╬╯ΩдΩ)╯︵┻━┻!!!

Suddenly I understood why a writer should be called a writer, because he sits at home every day (from the vicissitudes of his heart)