OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 850: He Does His Best to Fulfill All Her Wishes

Chapter 850: Chapter 850: He Does His Best to Fulfill All Her Wishes

Feng Fuce’s mansion is big, but it has only a few servants.

There’s just a gatekeeper, a housekeeper, and three male servants who do the cleaning.

No one else.

Zhi’er followed Feng Fuce to the warm hall.

The little one noticed that even the candles were newly arranged and fresh.

Zhi’er couldn’t help but blink her long eyelashes: "Brother Fuce, your house is so big, but there are only so few servants?"

Feng Fuce picked her up and placed her on a chair, then had someone bring a brazier and placed it not far from Zhi’er’s feet.

This fragile little Demon Pet, don’t let her catch a cold.

Feng Fuce answered casually: "I don’t often stay in the mansion; most of the time is spent in the Xiuluo Guard."

Zhi’er was curious: "So, do you sleep in the Xiuluo Guard too?"

Feng Fuce raised his eyes and glanced at her, just smiled without answering.

When had he ever needed sleep?

Often closing his eyes and pretending to nap was merely a way of resting.

Zhi’er held the hot tea, gazing at the courtyard, as little snowflakes drifted down.

Her other small hand propped up her chin, her sparkling black eyes clear and bright.

"Hmm, your house is nice, but it’s too empty; the courtyard is bare, not even an orange tree."

Feng Fuce sat beside her reading, hearing her words, he looked up at her.

Little one must be thinking about food.

Feng Fuce put down his book: "You wait here for me a moment."

Immediately, he went out to give the servants a few instructions.

Half a stick of incense later, a servant brought a box of warm chestnut cake.

Another servant, together with the housekeeper, carried a box of things and placed it under the corridor.

Zhi’er caught the aroma of the chestnut cake and sat up straight.

"Wow! Smells great!"

Feng Fuce placed the oil paper bag on the table and opened it.

The little one eagerly reached out to grab.

He held her fingertips: "No rush, I’ll feed you, otherwise it’s too hot."

Zhi’er immediately withdrew her small hand, obediently sitting well on the chair.

When awaiting food, she was always well-behaved and adorably soft.

Feng Fuce seemed unafraid of the heat, his White Jade-like fingers easily peeled off the chestnut cake’s outer skin.

Then brought the warm cake to Zhi’er’s lips.

The little one took a small bite and instantly made satisfied murmurs.

"Delicious!"

Suddenly, there was a "bang" outside.

Zhi’er quickly turned to look.

It turns out the housekeeper and servant were setting off fireworks.

Colorful fireworks blossomed in the snowy night sky, splendid and magnificent.

"Wow!" Zhi’er ran to the door to watch.

Feng Fuce followed, placing his cloak over her shoulders.

"Didn’t you say my courtyard is too empty? I couldn’t get an orange tree for now, but I set off some fireworks for you. Is it still empty?"

Zhi’er shook her head repeatedly: "No, it’s beautiful!"

The blooming fireworks finally fell with the flying snowflakes, like shooting stars.

Creating a unique beauty.

Zhi’er admired while eating chestnut cake.

Feng Fuce always pleased her greatly.

"Brother Fuce, being with you is wonderful; I want to stay with you forever!" The little one’s eyes sparkled as she spoke.

Feng Fuce paused in feeding the chestnut cake.

A deep, light smile appeared on his thin lips.

"Alright, I promise."

The Little Demon Pet made a promise with him, thus cannot go back on it in the future.

Feng Fuce was engrossed in Zhi’er’s sweet and adorable smile, completely unaware of a mysterious presence—a black mist transiently passed the street corner not far from his house, leaving a foul stench in its wake.