Chapter 17

The little guy is about three years old. He is wearing a snow-white down jacket, a small white face carved with jade, and a pair of round black eyes, which is particularly beautiful.

The whole person curls up to sit there, just like a snowy mink, very cute!

Sheng Xia is the first time to see such a beautiful little guy. He is so cute that he can't move his eyes.

A gust of cold wind blows, a flowerpot placed on the balcony of a small building is crumbling and falls down suddenly.

And below, it's the little guy sitting there.

"Be careful!"

Sheng Xia exclaimed, almost subconsciously rushed up and held the little guy in his arms.

The flowerpot wiped his forehead and banged on the ground.

Sheng Xia comes back to his senses and is busy relaxing the soft little guy in his arms. He nervously asks, "honey, how are you? Are you hurt? Do you feel any pain? "

The little guy didn't speak, just staring at her with big round eyes.

Sheng Xia thought that he was frightened and felt inexplicable pain in his heart. He reached out and touched his small face, "don't be afraid. It's OK. Be good. Don't be afraid."

"Young master!"

Zhao housekeeper finally recovered from the mutation just now and ran over anxiously.

But when he saw that midsummer was holding the little guy and his palm was still close to the soft and tender face, he could not help but show a strange expression.

How could the young master allow people other than the third young master to hold and touch like this?

Isn't he always the most annoying contact with people?

Young master?

Sheng Xia stares at the little guy in his arms. Is he

"Ah

The little guy suddenly stretched out his tender little finger and poked her forehead curiously. Midsummer couldn't help crying out in pain.

She raised her hand and touched it. Then she looked at her palm. It was red and wet.

Blood?

Midsummer this just hindsight, forehead a burst of hot pain!

"Third young grandmother, your forehead is injured!"

The housekeeper Zhao found that Sheng Xia's forehead was decorated with color. It was estimated that he had been scratched by the flowerpot that had just fallen off. "Wait here first, I'll find someone else."

Then he ran inside.

I can't see it. It looks like a man of a certain age and runs very fast.

Sheng Xia hooked his lips and looked down at the little ferret in his arms. He asked in a soft voice, "baby, are you called nono?"

The little fellow lowered his head and continued to play with the magic cube in his hand, turning a deaf ear to her words.

"Nono? Little nono? "

"Nono, do you want to know who I am? Well? "

“……” The little guy had been immersed in his own small world, and ignored her at all.

Sheng Xia touches his nose awkwardly.

Worthy of being the son of lengsi, Gao Leng is really deeply inherited from him.

Sheng Xia's eyes turned, suddenly covered his forehead, "ah, good pain, good pain, forehead pain! Must have been hit by the flowerpot, will not be smashed into concussion? I'm not going to be a big fool, are you? 5555 don't... "

Hearing the sound, the little guy raised his head. His big black eyes first looked at her curiously. Maybe he saw that her expression was too painful. He suddenly threw the magic cube in his hand, jumped out of her arms, pulled out his short legs and ran away.

"Oh, nono..." A series of movements of the little guy are too fast. Sheng Xia has no time to react, and he has disappeared in her sight.

But the little guy didn't make her wait long.

Soon, Sheng Xia saw the little guy pulling a tall man and running to this side.

Sheng Xia seems to have got up from the ground almost subconsciously and plucked his hair. "Mr. Leng, Mr. Leng..."

How did little nono bring this Buddha here?

Cold four face is expressionless, cold eye light passes her forehead, eyes squint.