MTL - Group Pet Little Fat Baby: I Have Four Big Daddies-Chapter 13 When the road is uneven, let out a roar

  Chapter 13 Road sees injustice with a roar

   "The princes in the palace often play around like this, let's go, don't watch, if the prince's elegance is swept away, we will be in trouble." Tweety looked away and pulled her forward.

   Frolicking?

   This is clearly bullying.

   "Say it quickly." Sang Rui smiled proudly.

  The entourage surrounding the boy kept pushing him.

   "If you can't tell, then you can get under me and hold him down." Sang Rui opened his thighs.

  The little follower only dared to push and push, but if he dared to do anything, he was still a prince no matter how bad he was.

   "What? If you don't listen to my prince, I will cut off your heads." Sang Rui was annoyed.

  The entourage was very frightened when they heard the words, and they all raised their hands and were about to reach out to hold the boy down.

   "Then tell me, is this flower pink or red?"

   A childish voice sounded, and Sang Rui's face froze, shaking him back again and again, almost sitting on the ground.

  Everyone in the garden was taken aback for a moment, turning their heads to look at the person who came.

  Ye Qianning stood still, holding the iris with her small hand, shook it towards Sang Rui and asked again: "Do you think it is red or pink."

   Hearing the voice again, Sang Rui realized it, turned around and saw that the flowers on her hand were gone, and then stared at her fiercely: "Who are you?"

   "My surname is Lu, and my first name is Buping."

   "The prince doesn't care what your surname is. A fat man dares to meddle in the prince's business. I'm getting impatient." Sang Rui stepped forward and kicked Ye Qianning.

  Ye Qianning's chubby body side, Sang Rui kicked the air, and rushed forward with inertia, choked a few times and fell face to the ground.

   "Master."

   The attendants exclaimed and rushed to help people.

  Sang Rui gnawed a mouthful of mud, was lifted up and spit out a few mouthfuls, completely annoyed: "Catch her, the prince will stick her..."

"Purple."

  The elegant and clear voice interrupted Sang Rui's words.

  Sang Rui turned from annoyed to surprised, and looked at Sang Zhi in disbelief, with a shocked tone: "You...what did you say?"

   Sang Zhi's eyes fell on the iris flower in Ye Qianning's hand.

  Ye Qianning finally saw the boy's appearance clearly. Although she had seen all kinds of beautiful men before, she was still shocked at this moment, the boy was so beautiful.

  She thought that the little Princess Nanxiang was already very beautiful, but she didn't expect that compared with the boy in front of her, Nanxiang was only cute.

  The boy has thick eyebrows and big eyes, his eyes are like stars, his skin is like fat, and his breath is like orchids. No wonder he feels that his back is very thin. If he grows up a bit, he will probably be a delicate little Daiyu.

   "Purple." Sang Zhi spoke again.

  The crisp voice is still childish.

   "You...you..." Sang Rui pointed at him with trembling fingers, stuttering.

   "Seventh Brother, am I right?" Sang Zhi asked.

  Sang Rui was angry and shocked, how is his...eyes getting better?

   "You...you wait for this king!"

  Sang Rui was terribly frightened, left those words behind, and ran away in despair.

   "A pair of eyes can scare people like this, how embarrassing!" Ye Qianning snorted, turned to look at Sang Zhi, feeling strange in his heart, didn't it mean that he couldn't distinguish colors?

  Sang Zhi looked at Ye Qianning.

  Ye Qianning looked at him suspiciously, her eyes met, one pair of eyes was puzzled and amazed, the other pair of eyes were so indifferent, young and mature.

   "Hey, I'll see you off." Ye Qianning raised her hand and handed him the flowers.

  Sang Zhi's delicate face was extremely serious, and he was dazed for a moment with his little hands behind his back.

  Seeing that he didn't pick it up, Ye Qianning sent the flowers forward again.

"Thanks."

   After hesitating for a while, Sang Zhi stretched out his hand to take the flower.

  (end of this chapter)