Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 678 Dancing Princess vs Admiral Dongchang 43

The man's arm strength was astonishing. He held the breast dumpling with one hand and blocked the kiss from him with the other hand. His tone was blatantly disgusting:

"It smells like milk."

Naituanzi also dislikes him!!

He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to kiss her anymore, so he even closed his eyes, but when he heard Shen Lang's disgusting tone, he was unhappy again.

The pink face was slightly red, and his cheeks were bulging with anger. Staring at Shen Lang's big hand to stop him, he rebelled and continued to move forward.

When his palm was pushed away, Shen Lang raised his eyebrows. Seeing that Naituanzi was really about to kiss him, his big hand against his mouth suddenly opened up and directly covered his entire face with his palm.

"Well..."

Naituanzi's eyesight went dark and he wanted to break away, but this palm was like the palm of Buddha. He struggled to break away for a long time, but it was still in vain.

"Do you still kiss me?"

Shen Lang had no empathy and said calmly.

Naituanzi protested dissatisfied: "Uh huh..." I'll beat you to death, you stinky man!

Quan Jiu couldn't stand it anymore and rescued Naituanzi from the clutches: "You are not ashamed to bully children."

Shen Lang retorted with reason: "He was the first to belittle me."

Quan Jiu was speechless: "He is just a five-year-old kid, and he is still a boy!"

It’s still your son!

"It's frivolous for a man to molest a man." Shen Lang maintained the bottom line seriously.

Quan Jiu: "..."

Your own son has been offended, and you deserve to have your descendants cut off.

Nai Tuanzi nestled in Quan Jiu's arms, feeling weak and her eyelashes drooping:

"Don't be angry, just forget it if he doesn't like me."

Quan Jiu felt a little distressed in his heart, hugged him tighter and lowered his voice:

"He just doesn't recognize you now."

Naituanzi's tone was disappointed: "He doesn't like me even after I met him..."

Quan Jiu felt a wave of guilt in his heart, and for the first time in his life, he had the idea of ​​quickly gathering the fragments and ending the mission.

Quan Jiu turned his back to Shen Lang and held Naituanzi in his arms, so he did not notice that the person in his arms and Shen Lang were looking at each other.

Nai Tuanzi was coaxed by Quan Jiu and stuck out her tongue at him.

Daddy has no heart!

Shen Lang stared at the mother and son who had merged into one, and there was an inexplicable emptiness in his heart, as if he had missed something.

As soon as he came to his senses, he faced Naituanzi's provocative movements. Surprisingly, he didn't find it annoying at all.

"Come down."

Shen Lang looked at him nestled in Quan Jiu's arms and suddenly made a sound.

"Don't you have any idea about your weight? How long can her little body of two ounces hold you?"

Naituanzi wanted to retort, but thinking of Xuanyuan Zhuo's weight, he suddenly became confused and angry.

Naituanzi crawled out of his arms in a sensible manner.

Quan Jiu handed the brush to Shen Lang: "You promised to draw a kite for him."

This time, Shen Lang did not refuse and started painting.

Quan Jiu wanted to continue making the skeleton, but heard him say: "Leave me alone."

She doubted: "Can you do it?"

It's not that she looked down on him, this kind of rough folk work was completely inconsistent with his eunuch temperament, which kept him busy.

"Just watch."

Shen Lang's ink brush wandered around and he quickly drew a five-clawed golden dragon looking up to the sky and roaring. After he finished drawing the dragon scales, he suddenly handed the brush to Naiduanzi.

"come over."

Naituanzi gave him a wary look: "What are you doing?"

Shen Lang: "Name your name, and from now on this kite will be yours alone."

It was at this time that the mother and son discovered that he had left two blank lines under the golden dragon.

Naituanzi picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write.

Shen Lang saw the way he held the pen and knew that he practiced calligraphy frequently.

"alright."

The milk dumplings ended quickly.

Shen Lang stared at the "painting" on the paper and frowned slightly: "What is this?"

There is no skill or character to speak of.

"This is mother, this is baby." Naituanzi pointed at the two stick figures hugging each other and loving each other.

Only then did Shen Lang recognize that they were two people: "Then what are these?"

His eyes were fixed on the rope held by the big stickman. On the other end of the rope was holding an object, which looked like a dog but not a dog, and looked like a human but not a human being.

"What a dog man."

Naituanzi glanced at his face: "Although his head is a dog's, he is wearing human clothes and his limbs are also human limbs..."

What a happy family of three.

Shen Lang always felt that something was wrong: "Why did you draw this?"

Didn't you ask him to write his name?

It's not that Naituanzi doesn't want to write it, it's that he can't write it. Xuanyuan Zhuo is not him, and there is no point in writing it. If he writes his original name, God will not allow it.

"I can't write my name." He made an excuse casually.

Shen Lang had no doubts. After all, the three characters Xuanyuan Zhuo did have many strokes.

After he finished painting the golden dragon, he began to make the skeleton of the kite. Quan Jiu wanted to see him flip over, but the man moved skillfully and split the bamboos with the same thickness and length. The originally tricky bamboos soon became piles of models in his hands. Distinct thin bamboo strips.

The mother and son, who were squatting aside to watch the show, looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Xuanyuan Zhuo: He seems to have two brushes?

Quan Jiu: How do I know this?

Xuanyuan Zhuo: Isn’t he your man?

Quan Jiu: He is still your father.

The mother and son quickly communicated with their eyes, but heard a faint voice: "Okay."

Quan Jiu looked back and saw the keel kite he had finished.

An ink dragon about three meters long lay quietly on the ground, its huge eyes overflowing with cold pride, as if it was looking down on all living beings.

Nai Tuanzi originally wanted to find fault in the egg, but at this moment, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Let's go."

Shen Lang picked up the kite.

………

Quan Jiu and Shen Lang sat quietly under the tree while watching Naituanzi running around and flying a kite on the grass.

"I didn't expect Mr. Shen to have this skill. If you don't want to be an official in the future, you can still become a craftsman instead and avoid starving to death."

Quan Jiu looked sideways and smiled.

Shen Lang stared at Mo Long taking off in the air: "Don't worry, I won't let you starve with me."

Quan Jiu's lips curled up slightly: "Who said I would follow you?"

"You said it."

Shen Lang stared at her straightly, his dark eyes bright and piercing.

"I never said that."

Quanjiu will not admit anything he has not done.

Shen Lang had a faint smile in his eyes: "I risk losing my head to avenge you, shouldn't I charge some interest?"

Quan Jiu nodded: "What do you want?"

Shen Lang didn't speak, but his eyes never moved away from her face.

Quan Jiu's scalp went numb when he looked at him, he turned his head away and looked away.

"If you don't tell me, just pretend you don't have what you want..."

"Meng Changxi."

He suddenly called her name.

Quan Jiu was confused: "Huh?"

Shen Lang: "I said it."

Quan Jiu almost failed to follow his thoughts. After tasting it carefully, she realized that he was talking about wanting her.

The atmosphere was a bit ambiguous, and Shen San quietly retreated.

Quan Jiu thought he would continue to tease people, but unexpectedly, he changed the subject:

"You seem to like children very much."

Especially Xuanyuan Zhuo.

(End of chapter)