pretty little cook

Chapter 290 Conversation ([-])

Mi Xiaowan tightly clutched the clothes on Yong En's chest, Yong En seemed to be venting something, and leaped forward crazily, the arm around her waist was also like an iron hoop.

"Where are you taking me?" Mi Xiaowan asked loudly in Yong En's ear.

no answer.

"Master, where are you taking me?" Mi Xiaowan stretched her neck forward and shouted.

Still no answer.

Mi Xiaowan stretched her head forward again, and just opened her mouth. "Master." Yong En interrupted, but Yong En did not answer her question.

"Call me Yong En, or Hui Zhou!" After running wildly for a while, Yong En's mood has improved a lot, and with the beauty in his arms, he has also relaxed a lot.

"This...not good, we have an employment relationship!" Mi Xiaowan hesitated, not because Mi Xiaowan was born servile, but because she still maintained a resistance to Yongen from the bottom of her heart, and called him directly. The name seems to be too familiar.

Yong En looked at Mi Xiaowan who was holding onto the front of his chest with some resentment, she was still unwilling to accept herself, it didn't matter as long as she worked hard enough, the iron pestle would be ground into a needle!He is patient! "Today!"

Just today?For the sake of your dead father, okay!Mi Xiaowan compromised. "Yong En, where are you taking me?"

Called so smoothly?Yong En raised his eyebrows, it seemed that her heart was much softer than her mouth. "Go to a quiet place!"

quiet place?Mi Xiaowan was a little puzzled, is there a quiet place in this bustling capital city?Soon, Mi Xiaowan saw the so-called quiet place, indeed, this place is very quiet, a big tree branch on the empty mountain, can it not be quiet!
Yong En gently placed Mi Xiaowan inside the branch, while he himself sat outside the branch.

Empty mountains, tree branches, lonely men, widowed women, fortunately the sun has not set yet, Mi Xiaowan involuntarily leaned against the tree trunk after sitting down, her body was a little stiff, the feeling of meeting noses and breaths was too ambiguous.

"You're an older brother, you don't take Qiqi with you when you go out to relax!" Mi Xiaowan wanted to break this ambiguity.

Feeling the stiffness of Mi Xiaowan's body, Yong En smiled at the corner of his mouth and sat out a little. Sometimes it is better not to push too hard, but to relax to a certain extent. He is already very convinced that his little fox can't run away! "Relaxing? She doesn't need it, she just needs to take a good rest now!"

"Uh~" Also, these days the children are taking turns to watch the spirit. Although the old prince has many children, they kneel there motionless, which is a physical effort. But, didn't you just die?Don't you feel sad at all?Just imagine Mi Xiaowan, if it was Mi Tianqing, she would definitely faint from crying, but looking at Yong En's face in front of her, she couldn't see the slightest bit of sadness, but there was a deep depression.

"Your father is dead, why do you feel that you are not sad at all?" Mi Xiaowan asked with some doubts. "Don't you have a bad relationship with your father?"

Yong En glanced at Mi Xiaowan and said. "It's not that it's bad, but it's very strange. As far as I can remember, he has never hugged me or Qiqi once. Every month, only when he occasionally comes to Erniang's yard for dinner, Qiqi and I can see each other." He, whenever this time, Qiqi and I always try our best to go forward to make out with him, but Ama is always indifferent to us, only when I have done my homework, he will praise me. That’s why, when I was a child, I was always very serious when I was studying.”

(End of this chapter)