Chapter 987

For this, steamed stuffed bun is very angry!

Hanging his head, he stares at Shen Xu like a calf. His face is full of resentment.

Fuduo doesn't feel anything wrong. Shen Xu has been very strange recently. She is used to it.

"You're back." She naturally took Shen Xu's arm and raised her hand to straighten the broken hair on his forehead.

At dusk, Shen Xu goes out of the door and enters the palace. It is said that Xiao Zirui has something to look for him.

Shen Xu answered, "well."

Then, he looked to the ground and stared at his steamed stuffed bun with resentment. He narrowed his eyes, turned around and patted Fuduo on the back. "You go back to wash and rest first. I'll take him to wash and coax him to sleep."

"Well?" Fuduo is surprised. Isn't this man always looking at steamed stuffed buns?

On the ground, there are steamed buns

My father suddenly fell in love with him?

Baozi was flattered and immediately changed his resentful eyes. With a grin on his face, he reached out and caught Shen Xu's big hand, with a clever look of "everything goes with dad.".

At the moment when the hand of steamed stuffed bun reaches Shen Xu's, Shen Xu looks slightly stunned and looks down at the steamed stuffed bun.

Baozi's small face is still very pure, and the smile around his mouth is curved and pure.

His dim eyes slowly turned to his hands, small hands tightly grasp his fingers, close, his fingers can clearly feel the warm feeling from the palm of a child's hand.

Fuduo was very relieved to see this.

"OK, I'll give you the bun." She patted Shen Xu on the shoulder with a bright smile.

Shen Xu nodded, "well."

Fuduo let go, called the big servant girl, two people quickly walk in the front, the steamed stuffed bun thoroughly to Shen Xu.

And here

With Fuduo's figure gradually moving away, Shen Xu's gentle expression gradually disappeared and became serious.

As he watched his father's face change, he felt a "thump" in his heart.

It's over. He's got the routine!

He threw Shen Xu's hand away and raised his foot to pursue fuduoduo. "Niang --"

suddenly put a big palm over his mouth.

He was picked up in the air, and the stern voice in his memory said in a low voice: "don't tell your mother what you have or don't have, you know?"

Baozi opened his innocent eyes and obviously didn't understand Shen Xu's meaning.

Covered his mouth, he can only look at Shen Xu, watery eyes full of doubts.

Shen Xu cautiously looked at the direction of fuduoduo's departure. Seeing that fuduoduo's figure had disappeared, he put down the steamed stuffed bun and said in a deep voice, "if you can't say it, you can't say it. If you can say it, I will let you say it naturally."

"But why?" Finally, Baozi was able to speak and asked all the doubts in his heart.

He tilted his head and held Shen Xu's broad sleeve tightly. His eyes were full of puzzlement, "father, why don't you remember the child?"

Shen Xu was speechless for a moment.

Looking at baozi's small face full of doubts and hopes, and the strong desire for maternal love in his eyes, he seemed to have a lump in his throat, which made him unable to say a word.

In the moonlight, he turned his back. "She really can't remember."

Steamed stuffed bun smell speech, stuffy ground dropped head.

"So." Shen Xu turned back, carrying the moonlight, tall figure, eyes slightly deep, condescending to coagulate a small bun, "since she doesn't remember, you don't mention it in front of her again and again."

"Why?" Baozi felt unreasonable and raised his voice this time.

"No is No. There are so many reasons. Shut up." Shen Xu's voice also increased, and his tone suddenly increased.

The steamed bun was silent immediately.

He bit his lips, his face tangled, obviously did not understand why his father meant it.

He couldn't figure it out, but he couldn't make it clear. It was too much.

He stamped his feet hard. The little guy turned around and walked forward with a dull head. His feet heavily stepped on the ground, and it was heavier than before.

Shen Xu's eyes were deep and quiet, and his little figure was staring at him.

He really wanted to say: your mother does not remember those things very well, so as not to think of it and blame him again.