OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 816: Clingy Demon Lord Feng

The weather is clear today.

Zhi’er, after her afternoon nap, found herself with nothing to do, so she went to the Xiuluo Guard to play.

She laid on Feng Fuce’s desk, with seven or eight crumpled paper balls in front of her.

"Who should I play with? Let me choose one."

Zhi’er’s small hand picked among the paper balls, and finally she picked one up randomly.

She opened it and saw: "Oh, it turns out it’s Sixth Brother."

The little one thought for a moment: "It’s cold recently, and Sixth Brother is weak. I’d better not call him out."

Zhi’er threw the paper ball aside and picked up another.

This time, she opened it to find the name of Bai Daoyan, the fourth son.

Zhi’er shook her head: "Fourth Brother has been very busy lately, no time to play."

As it got colder, Zhi’er had given Bai Daoyan a recipe to ward off the cold recently.

Following the old custom, he was to sell it under the name Kunshan Little Immortal, one tael per sheet.

Bai Daoyan must be very busy right now.

Zhi’er threw this paper ball away as well.

Feng Fuce, with arms folded, stood by and coldly watched for a while.

He put down the book in his hand: "Are you looking for someone to play?"

Zhi’er didn’t even lift her head, drawing a name, it turned out to be Prince Qing. She dissatisfiedly put it down.

Simultaneously, with puckered lips she muttered in response: "Yes, that’s right!"

Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "Then why don’t you pick me?"

Zhi’er paused in her action of picking the paper ball.

The little one turned her eyes, looking at him with watery eyes.

"Because Brother Fu Ce is very busy!"

"Not busy."

Just then, Guoguo and Chu Ping, carrying a tall stack of books, passed by them.

Guoguo snorted in mocking: "Yes, yes, you’re not busy, just haven’t reviewed thirty dossiers and twenty-six cases, of course you’re not busy."

Chu Ping clicked his tongue: "Say less! Don’t you want to work with us in Xiuluo Guard? Show some tact!"

Didn’t you see the Marquis just wants to accompany the little princess!

Feng Fuce cast a cold glance at Guoguo.

He said: "Once you’re done, Chu Ping, take Guoguo to the arena and run three laps."

Guoguo’s eyes widened, with a face full of resistance: "Run again? You just made me run two laps this morning!"

Feng Fuce’s voice coldly increased: "Six laps."

"You! Marquis Wan, you’re a complete exploiter!" Guoguo was almost fuming.

Feng Fuce then calmly said: "Nine laps."

He raised an eyebrow: "Say one more word and run until the sun sets, you won’t stop."

Guoguo opened his mouth, his face turning red with anger.

But knowing that Feng Fuce was firm, he could only leave with resentment, carrying the books.

Chu Ping winked at Feng Fuce: "Marquis, just go accompany the Princess, Guoguo and I can handle this, don’t worry!"

With that, he followed suit and left.

Feng Fuce turned to look at the little one beside him.

Zhi’er’s eyes were bright and lively.

"Brother Fu Ce, I already said you’re busy, you can play with me anytime, deal with your work first!"

The little one said, opening the name she just drew.

Eldest Heir Bai Xuanmo.

Zhi’er thought for a moment, and then smiled sweetly: "I’ll go play with Big Brother!"

With that, she took her little steps, said goodbye, and left with a patter.

Feng Fuce watched her back, raising his voice to ask: "Are you sure you don’t need me to accompany you?"

"No need!" Zhi’er didn’t look back, waving her small hand.

The small figure quickly disappeared.

Feng Fuce’s jawline tightened, he gently laid his palm on the table, making a muffled sound.

"This little demon pet, all the affection wasted on her." His cold voice muttered lowly.