Three-year-old little dragon cub: I am a group favorite in the villain's house

Chapter 110 The little cub has tears in its eyes

Song Jichen was sitting on the side peeling lotus seeds for Xingxing. When he heard Li Chengqian's ill-intentioned words, he suddenly let out a cold cry: "Chengqian seems to be very knowledgeable about door-stepping."

Li Chengqian glanced at the annoying green tea essence and said in a calm voice: "I'm just taking precautions and making plans for you in advance. For a pretty boy like you, you can find a rich girl."

Song Jichen didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore and started to fight with him.

Although the discussion was like this, Song Jiyuan had his own plans for the money he earned from selling the molds, and he had already used it.

The dozens of taels of silver he earned were just a drop in the bucket when it came to donating money to the troops stationed at the border, so he planned to go out tonight to send some money to a few families who had inquired in advance and had lost their sons and had no one to rely on.

Firstly, this is something that the Song family has been doing before, and secondly, it also helps Xiao Xingxing to accumulate virtue and do good deeds.

So that night, Song Jiyuan set out again in the dark.

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In the middle of the night, Mrs. Song noticed something was wrong. She heard uncomfortable groaning coming from the quilt next to her.

Thinking that Xingxing was growing horns recently, Mrs. Song quickly climbed up, held the uncomfortable little guy in her arms with the quilt, and asked in an urgent voice: "Xingxing, grandma is here, what are you doing? Already? Why do you feel so bad?"

While coaxing, Mrs. Song hugged Zai Zai and got off the kang. She went to the room next to her to call Song Weiguo and his wife.

Such pain cannot be told to others, and there is no other way. Song Weiguo and Jiang Wan saw Xingxing's little claws subconsciously pressing their heads, and their eyes were full of tears. Their hearts were broken.

In the middle of the night, it rained lightly outside. Song Weiguo didn't sleep, so he held Xingxing and walked back and forth in the house. When Xingxing finally calmed down, the sky was already slightly bright.

Mrs. Song wiped the sweat from Xingxing's forehead, and gently pulled back Xingxing's steel ball hair with her fingers. Sure enough, she saw that the little dragon's horns had grown a little.

"Let her have a good sleep. She has nothing to do today and won't go out." Mrs. Song tucked Xingxing into the bed, then turned to Song Weiguo and the others and said.

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Li Chengqian now comes to Song's house as diligently as he did in kindergarten. However, when he came in today, he saw that several of the children were not very energetic. Xuanxuan was holding a small pot of pimple soup and was in a daze.

Seeing Li Chengqian come in, he immediately covered his hands tightly and turned around quickly, not giving Li Chengqian a chance to see.

"Childish." Li Chengqian said with disdain, and then asked: "Where's Fatty?" Why didn't he see her? Usually at times like this, she would be running around the yard.

"Xingxing is sick and still sleeping!" Xuanxuan said in a muffled voice.

Li Cheng knew it, no wonder he was not energetic.

"I'm going to see her." As he said that, he raised his feet and was about to walk inside.

"Don't look! Don't disturb." Xuan Xuan immediately put down his small basin, rushed to Li Chengqian with a groan, and stretched out his little hand to block him.

"Stop arguing, practice." Song Jiyuan strode out at this moment, carrying them all away, one in each hand.

"Brother!!!!!! My pimple soup!!!!!!"

(End of this chapter)