I am the only concubine: the dragon concubine plays the kings

Chapter 263 Don't Know Me?

He seems to know each other, but Long Hongyu can't remember where he met him.

Such a young man is like otherworldly fireworks, with dizzying rays of light dripping from his wrinkled sleeves.

Unexpectedly, the boy winked and smiled at Long Yuyu, "Damn woman, don't you know me? I'm a brat."

what?
Long Yuyu's face turned petrified, "Little brat?"

Little boy, isn't he about eight years old?Why did he suddenly become a beautiful boy of seventeen or eighteen?He looks a little older than her, with a personable demeanor, such a handsome boy.

"Hmph, I didn't tell you, after fifteen days, will I grow into a man?" Yan Zhao said coldly, feeling displeased.

Long Yuyu tried hard to recall, this little kid really didn't seem to tell her that he would grow up in half a month.This speed is too shocking!In fifteen days, he grew from an eight-year-old boy to seventeen or eighteen!
"My God! That's good, I don't need to drag your little hand from now on, and I don't need you to call me mother, haha, they will all be surprised now!" Long Yuyu's eyes lit up, Smiling and authentic.

It is also a good thing that Yan Zhao grows up. It seems that he should be more mature than when he was eight years old.

On the other side, Bai Ying came hurriedly, but saw Long Yanyu talking with a strange boy, thought it was a warlock here, nodded to Yan Zhao, "Madam, Wen told you to go to the front for dinner."

"Well, Bai Ying, look who this is, do you know him?" The cunning light in Long Hongyu's eyes couldn't be concealed, Bai Ying looked Yan Zhao up and down, and shook her head.

"No impression!"

"Dead Baiying, you don't even know me? Huh, but yes, your imagination is too poor." Yan Zhao snorted coldly, walked up to Long Yuyu, and wanted to hold his hand, but Long Yuyu turned sideways. Dodge, avoiding his contact.

"Zhao'er, you've grown up, you can't do this anymore, otherwise Ye Xiaowen will definitely beat you up when he sees you like this!"

Long Yanyu smiled, Yan Zhao looked at his hands, a gleam of disdain flashed across his fair face, "Hmph, what's so good about that dead man? Isn't I, Yan Zhao, a hundred times better than him?"

Bai Ying petrified on the spot.

(End of this chapter)