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He Lianyi's gentle and handsome face raised his eyebrows lightly, and he saw He Lianyou walking over,
Wearing only a thin brocade robe, Mo Mo's eyes fell on He Lianyou's pointed ears, and sure enough, she was a little red from the cold.
So he withdrew his gaze, met someone's sparkling and expectant eyes, and readily agreed,
"sure."
He Lianyou's eyes fell on the pair of scarlet and gold thread crabapple cloaks held by a certain Sisi. At first glance, they were belongings of the girl's house.
With small steps, he took a step back involuntarily, and then, his white and tender bun face, and his handsome little brow wrinkled, all revealed rejection.
Helian Little Steel Straight Boy You: Wearing women's clothing is impossible, absolutely impossible, and even a cloak is not acceptable!
A certain Sisi didn't know, but felt someone approaching behind him, turned around and saw He Lianyou,
The little face was overjoyed, and the fleshy little hand stretched out, pulling back He Lianyou who wanted to continue to retreat,
Without further ado, he put the scarlet and gold threaded crabapple cloak on He Lianyou's body,
A certain Sisi is still a good imperial sister who cares and loves the emperor's brother, and helps the emperor to the end, three times and two times, wrapping He Lianyou tightly.
A bright red zongzi was born!
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A certain Sisi was very satisfied with his rhythm, clapped his little hands, nodded his head,
Angangang, I am such a cute and ingenious little girl!
He Lianyi coughed lightly, and looked away with dark eyes on Wen Run's face, trying to hide the smile that he couldn't help but want to raise at the corner of his lips.
He Lianyou stared at He Lianyi silently with his dark and bright eyes, Big Brother, stop pretending, I saw it.
Glancing at the satisfied little imperial girl, He Lianyou pursed his lips, raised his little hand,
On He Liansi's small head, he patted it lightly, and the white and tender buns showed pampering, forget it, as long as the little queen is happy.
A gust of cold wind blew, and a certain Sisi shrank his neck involuntarily, hey, this little cutie Sisisi was so cold to death.
He Lianyi noticed the little girl's small movements, stuffed a picture book in a certain Sisi's hand, and adjusted the collar of a certain Sisi,
"It's cold, go in, Brother Dahuang will come to see you tomorrow."
A certain Sisi pinched the small drawing book in his hand, his eyes curved into crescent moons with a smile, and his little face leaned over to poke He Lianyi's side face again,
"Yeah, Sisi will miss Brother Dahuang."
Short oil, let her guess, what is the picture book that Brother Dahuang gave her this time, what is it about?
That's right, that's right, stealing a picture book or something, it's my little cutie, and the little secret of the second brother, hehe~
"go in."
He Lianyi smiled, he knew that other people were not very willing to let the little queen read the picture book, but as far as he was concerned,
Little Huangmei is a girl, and she is still young, so she can watch as much as she likes. It doesn't matter if she can't play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He will protect her for the rest of her life. Little Huangmei only needs to be healthy and happy for the rest of her life.
"Big Brother, wave~"
A certain Sisi held Brother Sanhuang's hand, and in his arms was still holding a freshly baked picture book given by Brother Dahuang, and his little face was written with high spirits.
He Lianyi watched the two people walk in before turning around and walking away. Under the cold wind, the young man was already graceful
During the second class, a charcoal fire was lit in the classroom, and the window lattices were opened thinly. Although there was occasional cold wind coming in, it was not as cold as before.
With the new picture book in hand, a certain wanton is doing it again, and he is no longer drowsy. Under the cover of He Lianyou, he read it with gusto. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com