shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 687 She Just Ignores Me, I'm Not Angry

The little guy looked up and looked at the persimmon tree eagerly.

She raised her little hand and cheered, "Sister Ah Ruo, hurry up and give me a persimmon!"

Ah Ruo picked up the stones from the ground, jumped up and threw them up, but never hit them correctly.

Feng Fuce frowned.

I want to eat so much, but I don’t even know how to ask him for help?

Lu Wang couldn't stand it anymore.

He couldn't help but say: "My lord."

Feng Fuce didn't even look at him, and asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

Lu Wang said: "If you really want to talk to the princess, don't embarrass yourself. Always pretend to be indifferent, but it's not very polite."

Feng Fuce squinted at him: "You think too much, who wants to talk to her?"

Lu Xuan was taken aback.

The young man gritted his teeth and whispered: "She just abandoned me and left with Fang Wushe, why should I be angry?"

The Shura envoys around couldn't take it any longer, and lowered their heads one after another.

I've never seen such a stubborn person like Lord Hou.

Lu Wang had no choice but to sigh: "My lord is right, then just ignore her and let her know that you are unhappy."

Feng Fuce stared at Bai Zhier's direction.

It was as if he didn't hear what Lu Wang said.

Ah Ruo failed several times, Bai Zhi'er just looked at the delicious big persimmon, but couldn't eat it.

The little guy stomped his feet anxiously.

Feng Fuce couldn't stand it anymore.

"Stupid." He bent down to pick up a stone from the ground.

The slender fingertip flicked lightly.

A big persimmon fell straight down and fell into A Ruo's raised hand.

Bai Zhi'er happily cheered softly: "Sister Ah Ruo, you are so good!"

Ah Ruo was confused: "It seems that the slaves did not pick it..."

The little guy wiped the persimmon on his clothes and opened his mouth to take a bite.

Seeing her like this, Feng Fuce couldn't help chuckling.

"Like a greedy cat."

Lu Wang silently glanced at Feng Fuce.

Does Lord Mozun know that he has a doting smile all over his face now?

And those Shura envoys seemed to be used to it, and their expressions did not change.

It's a pity that before Bai Zhi'er could bite his mouth, Fang Wushe had already run over with a plate in his hand.

"Younger sister, don't eat!"

Feng Fuce's eyes turned cold.

Fang Wushe ran up to Bai Zhi'er, panting and laughing, "Don't eat raw persimmons, I'm afraid your stomach will hurt, here, try the dried persimmons I bought earlier."

Bai Zhi'er immediately stretched out her small hand, took a piece and took a bite.

Fang Wushe hurriedly asked, "Is it sweet?"

The little guy squinted his eyes contentedly: "Sweet! Delicious!"

Lu Wang subconsciously said: "This person is quite careful."

Feng Fuce stared at him coldly, Lu Wang lowered his head: "This subordinate said something wrong."

Fang Wushe stretched out his hand: "Sister Zhi'er, let me take you to the flower garden."

Bai Zhi'er was holding a persimmon in one hand, just about to stretch out her other little hand.

Feng Fuce couldn't bear it any longer, and walked over.

"Wait." The boy stopped in a cold voice.

Fang Wushe looked at him and frowned unhappy: "Master Hou is not handling the case, what orders do you have?"

Feng Fuce looked at Bai Zhi'er: "Come here, I have something important to tell you."

Bai Zhi'er blinked her big eyes: "What's the matter, brother Fuce?"

Feng Fuce saw that the little guy didn't move a step.

With dark eyes, he said, "Don't you want to know the whereabouts of Brother Orange? Come here, and I'll tell you right now."

When Bai Zhi'er heard the words, his eyes suddenly lit up.

She bit the half-eaten persimmon cake in her mouth, and finally grabbed one with each of her two little hands.

Then the little guy ran towards Feng Fuce.

(End of this chapter)