The God of Wealth is Bankrupt

Xia Xian changed his clothes. The fabric was light and thin, which was more suitable for home use. His long hair was pouring down like that, and he lazily tied it with a hairband a few times.

It is slightly different from the image of his usual noble son, and inexplicably seems to be more close to people.

Yuanxi just followed behind him and was dragged into the room in a daze.

Looking at his back, Yuanxi tilted his head, and the little hand holding the broken bowl was about to move.

Now, it seems like a good time to start!

She swallowed and raised her little hand...

"Hihi."

Xia Xian suddenly stopped and let go of her hand.

Yuanxi reacted very quickly, and immediately put down the small broken bowl that was raised and hugged it back to her arms.

Xia Xian turned back, the little girl was looking at him with watery eyes, holding the small broken bowl in her arms, looking a little more obedient than usual.

Xia Xian looked away from the small broken bowl in Yuanxi's arms, and didn't ask him why he was still holding the small broken bowl at home, she could hold it as she wanted.

"Do you like it?" He asked lightly, his usual gentle and indulgent gaze seldom carried other emotions.

--nervous.

Yuan Xi blinked, her watery eyes a little suspicious.

【! ! ! Xixi look on the chair! ! 】

Yuanxi turned her eyes, and the dazzling red reflected in her eyes, she held the small broken bowl in her arms tighter.

He raised his face, looked at Xia Xian, and asked softly, "Is that what Xia Gongzi wants to give to me?"

Her round eyes couldn't help glancing at the neat stack of red clothes, and even before she opened it, she could see that it was beautiful.

It will look even better if you stretch it out!

When I think about it, I look forward to it!

Xia Xian: "Well, it's for you."

The little girl's big eyes were surprisingly bright, and her eyes were curved into crescents. She said softly, "Thank you, can I take a look?"

Xia Xian: "Yes."

With Xia Xian's consent, Yuan Xi immediately put down the small broken bowl and picked up the neatly folded red clothes.

It was heavy, with large pieces of delicate patterns alternately embroidered with gold and red threads. Yuanxi looked familiar, a bit like the embroiderer who gave him the sachet before Xia Xian.

The clothes are gorgeous and somewhat solemn. They don't look like they're for people to wear, but they look like they're for people to see.

She couldn't recognize the fabric and thread, but they looked expensive!

The little God of Wealth's little heart was beating 'thumping', and she thought this dress was really good-looking, it was better than all her previous clothes combined!

"Is it really for me?" She looked at Xia Xian again and asked.

"Well." Xia Xian approached, "It's for you."

The little girl picked up the clothes and didn't let go. She was so happy that her little face was pink and tender.

The clothes were so beautiful and expensive that Xia Xian gave them to her. She wanted to kidnap them just now.

Yuanxi felt a sense of guilt in her heart, feeling a little sorry for Xia Xian, and she had to apologize for something like this.

Yuanxi was about to apologize when Xia Xian suddenly hugged her.

The two felt each other's body temperature through their clothes.

When Xia Xian bowed his head to kiss, Yuan Xi was afraid of damaging his clothes, so he didn't dare to move, so he held his breath and kissed the other party, and when they separated, he almost didn't hold back...

Xia Xian's usual indifferent eyes turned dark and pressed against the little girl's forehead, looking at her.

The two were so close that their breaths were intertwined, and the ambiguity heated up.

Yuan Xi pursed her lips, and her soft voice murmured because she couldn't breathe well.