Chapter 92: Little Wolf-boy Warlord XV

Chapter 92: Little Wolf-boy Warlord XV

The photos were black and white, and were a little old, yellowing from age. Above is a woman’s bright and simple smile, trying her best to be fashionable and young, but she seems to bear no resemblance. The background is the Marshal’s mansion, and she stood next to Shao GeTian.

She was carrying a cake and approached him with light steps. She tilted her head to ask him, “Is this Yifeng’s birth mother?”

He suddenly turned the photo in his hand and interrogated, “Why are you in my room?”

“You didn’t eat much at noon, so I brought you some snacks.”

He had an “unexpected” look, paused for a moment, and laughed, “Shouldn’t you be taking good care of your small puppy? Why should you care how much I eat?”

She also took a macaron and handed it to his mouth, pursed her lower lip and laughed, “People have a mouth in order to eat, but you have to have one in order to talk.”

The laugh carried a little intimacy, causing Shao Yifeng to feel a slight tingle in his scalp, and to falter. Finally, he took the food in her hand impatiently.

Wen Ying glanced and saw that he was still holding the picture in his hand. She could not help but lower her voice and say, “You have not been at home recently. Is it because of me......” Because she took his mother’s place.

She couldn’t say that phrase, but they both understood it.

“You shouldn’t be thinking that, I’m upset due to her death right?”

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Wen Ying blinked her eyes puzzledly, as if to say “Is it not like this”.

“My mother died in the war because she ran away with a man.” He said lightly, with a cold smile, “Why should I feel sorry for such a woman?”

]”Asshole!”

She seemed to hold back for a long time, and suddenly she pushed him out with strength that seemed like it could come from nowhere!

Then she picked up a macaron and smashed it at him!

Bright red, milk green, milk yellow, a colorful “bomb” was thrown on him.

Shao Yifeng looked at her actions in astonishment. He was caught off guard and staggered back two steps, “Wait......”

He just said a word, and immediately received one on his forehead!

“Asshole!” Her angry appearance was really good-looking. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks were red, and she threw macaron after macaron on him like a stone to vent her anger.

“Asshole!”

He laughed angrily. “Wei, I said......”

“Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole!”

She didn’t listen, seemingly as if she didn’t know how to curse, she would keep repeating this sentence. It was not until all the macarons were thrown that she gave him a stern look and ran away in anger, carrying her solemn skirt that was seen with a complicated eight treasures pattern.

Shao Yifeng lost his armor all the way and was forced to lean against the wall. Seeing her figure disappear from the door, and beside him was the thrown color “bomb”.

He scratched his hair and suddenly chuckled.