Your Majesty, you are under arrest

Wen Xining's loud roar made Quan'er hug her head and squat down suddenly. She is very innocent, okay, the feeling of being a sandwich is really bad, she can't be provoked, can't she hide?

Unexpectedly, Beitang Shuo of the ostrich also squatted down with Quan'er, and the whole person was still hiding behind her, which really made Quan'er dumbfounded.

Wen Xining took a step forward and was about to arrest someone, but saw Bei Tangshuo pulling Quan'er's skirt, showing half of his head, and asked softly, "Miss, are you jealous?"

"Jealous! Me? You are dreaming, you!" Wen Xining snorted coldly, with a sinister smile on the corner of her mouth, but there was a trace of strangeness in her heart.

Bei Tangshuo pursed his lips, seemingly dissatisfied, "I won't come out if my lady isn't jealous."

"Forget it if you don't come out, hmph..." Wen Xining turned sideways, pretending to be angry, but squinting at the guy behind Quan'er with one eye, the sour feeling in her heart, could it be the so-called jealousy? ?

"Hey...forget it, when Shuo'er comes out, the lady is not jealous, it's not fun at all, you can draw it." Seeing that the lady was angry, Beitang Shuo stood up holding a white flag, squatting tall, with his hands on his legs And standing, with a pair of beautiful eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering closed, stretched out the cute baby face for the lady to draw.

Seeing him surrender, Wen Xining proudly held up the pen, turned around and walked over, pinching his beautifully shaped and fair-skinned chin, the corners of her mouth curled up triumphantly, "I'm starting to draw."

But the pen just stretched out, then stopped suddenly, turned to look at Quan'er who had been staring at them and shouted loudly: "Quan'er, why don't you go to copy the book, how dare you peep at the master so presumptuously. "

"..." Quan'er sighed, being a slave is a hard life, not only to be used as a shield, but also to be punished for working for the master.Quan'er suppressed a smile and went back to the desk, wondering whether this young lady really didn't understand her own thoughts, or she was trying to pretend she didn't understand.

"Miss, are you sure you're not jealous." Bei Tangshuo asked with his eyes closed, still unwilling to give up.

"No." Wen Xining denied it, but she didn't blink her eyes, she was seriously analyzing the shape of her face, and she was thinking about it.

"Ah...that lady doesn't like my husband." Bei Tangshuo opened his eyes with a sad expression on his face, and blinked at Wen Xining, extremely pitiful.