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Xiu Ying had breakfast at Shen Jun Xiao's place in the morning, so she only had a few words to say before heading to the academy.

But that didn't affect her good mood.

The little girl sat down happily, smiling even as the teacher reprimanded her. Naturally, Du Yicheng, who was at the side, was watching her for real.

He looked at her strangely a few times, not knowing what kind of good thing had happened.

She didn't care if she looked at it, but when she smiled, it was much better than when she usually wore a straight face. There were faint dimples on her round cheeks, and the sunlight that entered the room fell on her face. Her skin was thin and white, with fine fur on it. She was as radiant as jade, yet cute and innocent.

The feeling in Du Yicheng's heart returned.

The inexplicable surge of intensity caused him to quickly shift his gaze away.

When they reached the lower hall, Xiu Ying smiled as she cleaned up the table. Suddenly, her vision darkened, and a tall figure covered the sunlight.

She was startled, but when she raised her head and saw the youth's handsome face, her smile was even more charming than a flower.

Du Yicheng, who hadn't left yet, suddenly came to a realization when he saw the slender figure of the youth.

When he saw the little girl's crescent-like eyes, how could he not understand what she was happy about?

It turned out that the third master of the Shen family had returned.

She was really sticking to him.

Why did he look so unhappy?

Du Yicheng's expression immediately darkened. When he was collecting the items, he became a little more crude, occasionally letting out a sound.

Xiu Ying turned her head to look at him. Seeing his dark face, she wondered what had happened to this little overlord. Ye Zichen twitched his mouth.

Shen Jun's laughter naturally could be heard as well. As his cold gaze swept over the crowd, Du Yicheng sensed his presence and lifted his head. Their gazes met, and the little tyrant pursed his lips, looking like he was enduring something. He put the bag on his back and quietly left with a fist.

"What kind of wind does he have?" Xiu Ying heard a loud sound from outside.

Outside the window was the scene of Little Tyrant kicking his foot onto a pillar below the porch.

Shen Jun laughed coldly in his heart, "Childish."

The two of them no longer looked at the figure that had just left, and Yingyu said with a smile, "Why have you come?"

"It's time to return to the Manor. It's time to pay my respects to Mister Mu."

So it was like that. The little girl nodded her head, and the bag in her hand was received by Shen Jun with a smile, "You're still using it at noon, right? I'll help you pull the wrong ones while you're at it."

Wrong?

"Third uncle, you're even scarier than Teacher." Xiu Ying's entire face was filled with grief as she thought about the box of characters she had carried to Mu Xi Yuan's courtyard earlier this morning.

The youth gave a rare laugh as he led her out. The large and small figures walked along the veranda, turning in the shade, leaving the sun behind them.

In Mu Xi's courtyard, a little girl was already setting up food. The table was filled with things that Xiu Ying loved to eat. After lunch, her stomach bulged.

Shen Jun smiled as he pinched her soft cheeks, "Look at her, it's growing flesh again."

Xiu Ying was about to exclaim out loud, but her face immediately flushed red. She frantically jumped up from her chair.

Shen Junxiao was just casually making a move. He felt a strange sensation when he saw her nervous face, and the remaining warmth on the tip of his fingers started to burn.

He actually started to panic. He put his hands behind his back and said calmly, "It's not like I'm going to hit you. Why are you hiding?"

Xiu Ying didn't know why she made such a big commotion either.

When his hand lightly touched her cheek, she automatically reacted in this way, her face also inexplicably strange. This intimacy made her feel strangely flustered.

Was it because the little overlord had pinched his face like this earlier, that there was now a shadow?

Xiu Ying pursed her lips and walked over obediently. Facing Third Uncle, she was always timid. "You think you want to hit me?"

Shen Jun glanced at her with a smile before calling out to the Four Treasures to bring the items up.

When the little girl saw the big box, she was stunned. After opening it, she was surprised to the point that she couldn't say anything.

The box was divided into two layers.

The first level was an exquisite accessory, gold and silver pearls. The second level was clothing, one new set of dresses after another. At that height, it seemed as if the whole season was inside.

Xiu Ying's eyes were wide open as she looked at Shen Jun with a smile, she couldn't believe it.

Shen Jun had wanted to reach out his hand to touch her head when he saw her dumbfounded look. However, he resisted his urge to touch her head because of what she did just now. He whispered, "Are you feeling happy?"

However, the little girl's mouth slightly opened, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying, "Third Uncle, it can't be that your face is now cleaner than it is now, right?" How much would that cost?

A few low laughs sounded in the room, and Shen Jun was dumbfounded.

Should he get such a response by giving a box of things to a girl?

Shen Jun laughed, "That's right. I'm so poor right now. What do you want to do?"

Xiu Ying cried, "I'll let my mother pay the silver."

The maid could no longer hold back her laughter.

In the end, Shen Jun Xiao wouldn't ask a little girl like her to pay the money, but this matter had injured Shen San laoshi, who had never given a girl a gift before. He looks poor? It was just a small box, why did the little girl have such thoughts?

When Xiu Ying had her things carried back to Jia Xin Yuan, Shen Lian was also there.

She would be coming to the Carnival Inn every day after class, and even though Mrs. Feng didn't like to talk to her, she didn't care if she was doing rouge or homework in a quiet place. She was so obedient that she seemed like a completely different person from before.

Madam Feng was also surprised to see the box of things she had brought with her.

She took out the accessories one by one and carefully examined them. "These were given to you by your third uncle?"

Xiu Ying nodded with a worried look on her face.

Feng Shi clicked her tongue, "You really... What sort of good karma did your Third Uncle have to treat you like this in the previous life? "The shape of these jewelry are unique. They are definitely not the finished products of the Silver Building." If she remembered correctly, her little uncle's painting was excellent.

It was likely that the painting he made himself had been made by someone else.

Although Xiu Ying had stayed in the inner chamber in her previous life and wasn't too concerned about these things, the Feng Family immediately understood. She had been too surprised to take a closer look, but now she held up a blond hair clip with a rare deer on it. The little deer was polished to perfection, and a few crabapple flowers were stuck in its mouth.

She had never seen such a pattern on a girl's head. Even if a girl had a little animal hairpin, it would only be a rabbit.

Xiu Ying looked on with warmth in her heart. For some reason, she felt like crying.

She knew that her Third Uncle could draw good pictures. In her previous life, when she was still young, she had forcefully pestered him to help her draw patterns.

Third Uncle, he … How much time would he have to spend on all these things?

Xiu Ying felt as if she was looking at a young man seriously drawing a painting on a table. Her heart was warm and full of emotions. This feeling was like being spoiled by someone.

She … She had avoided the intimacy of her third uncle.

The little girl's eyes grew hot as she stuffed the little golden deer in her hands into her mother's hands and ran out of the yard with her skirt in hand. Madam Feng was so anxious that she let the little girl follow her. She knew where her daughter was going. She wanted to laugh, but in the end, she couldn't. Everything turned into a sigh.

Shen Lian, who was standing at the bottom of the veranda, was listening to everything that was said. She was silent as she watched Xiu Ying's silhouette disappear into the distance. Then he lowered his head and continued to make two pairs of small socks.