Fu Baiwan also laughed, knowing that his daughter was lovable. It seemed that this cold-faced lady was also conquered.

Jiang Shuangyue was calm, the kind of person who didn't show much expression even if he was angry, "You're welcome, it's not a valuable thing, come on."

Fu Jiujiu nodded, "Thank you godmother."

Jiang Shuangyue looked down at the little breast dumplings and showed a rare smile.

Fu Jiujiu was not flattering, but he really felt that this woman with the fragrance of ink was very beautiful, not the kind of beauty that would shock the eye, but very attractive.

"Godmother, it smells so good?"

"Scent?" Jiang Shuangyue was slightly startled, "I don't have any incense?"

"It's the fragrance of ink. My brothers have it." Fu Jiujiu turned on sweet talk mode, "My godmother must have read a lot of books."

"You have such a mouth... No wonder your godfather came back to praise you." Jiang Shuangyue couldn't resist the sweet-mouthed little breast dumpling.

For a two-year-old baby, even if an adult teaches her how to speak, she still won't be able to speak so well. It's just the way she is.

The study room in Zou Mansion is very large and filled with books.

Jiang Shuangyue asked Fu Jiujiu to sit and wait while she went to pick out a pen given by her father.

Fu Jiujiu had nothing to do when he saw an endgame in front of him.

This black man is trapped to death, but he is not without a chance of winning. He needs to fight to the death.

Jiang Shuangyue came back with many boxes and saw the little girl looking at the chessboard in a daze.

"Can you play chess?"

Fu Jiujiu knew that this godmother was a person who loved talents. If she was too stupid, she wouldn't like it. "Be a little better."

Jiang Shuangyue was really surprised, "You actually know how to play chess? Did your brother teach you?"

"It's not my brother at home, it's another brother."

Is that my cousin?

Jiang Shuangyue smiled and said, "Okay, it's still early anyway, let's play the next game?"

"Your godfather has no choice in this game."

Anyway, it's not in front of Tang Qi, so Fu Jiujiu doesn't need to restrain his light too much. When the time comes, he can just say that Tang Qi taught him well.

"Can't we get off?" Fu Jiujiu asked, blinking his eyes.

Jiang Shuangyue thought to herself that she was really just a baby who had just learned how to do it. She couldn't even tell the fate of her death. "Yeah, there's no way I can leave. If you don't believe me, try it!"

Fu Jiujiu was waiting for this sentence.

She randomly picked up a white stone and dropped it somewhere, seemingly without thinking.

Jiang Shuangyue was opening the boxes one by one and glanced at it casually, "Are you ready? Eh..."

Her face froze slightly, she quickly put down the pen and walked over. She frowned and couldn't believe what she saw.

This chess piece is actually alive?

Alive?

She looked at the little breast dumpling in disbelief, "Jiujiu, tell your godmother, how long have you been studying?"

Fu Jiujiu started to act stupid and counted with his fingers.

"Forget it, no matter how long it takes, even if you start learning from birth, it will only take two years. Obviously that is impossible."

Jiang Shuangyue looked at Fu Jiujiu like she was looking at a dusty pearl. She nodded her little nose happily and said, "I don't blame your godfather, you are really a clever little girl."

She endured the turmoil in her heart and did not dare to show off too much. What if she praised her too much and the little girl became proud?

"Jiujiu, when you have nothing to do in the future, you can come and fuck your mother-in-law, okay?"

Fu Jiujiu knew the message she wanted to convey, she already knew it.

There is no need to say much else.

"Okay, if the godmother doesn't like Jiujiu, then Jiujiu will come to the godmother."

"It's too late to like her, how can she hate her?" Jiang Shuangyue felt that she was really blind before, but this little kid is still a talent.

"Jiujiu, these are all pens given to me by my father. Which one do you want?"

Fu Jiujiu knew that these pens were not cheap, and it was much better to give pens instead of gold and silver directly, especially to someone as noble as her godmother.

Giving gold and silver is just a gift, giving pen can represent her recognition of herself.

"Godmother, choose."

"Okay, then let me choose this one for you. What do you think?"

Fu Jiujiu glanced at the pen in her hand. It was a fine wolf-hair pen with a belly as round as a date core. The pen barrel was made of mahogany lacquer and was of moderate thickness, suitable for a beginning child like her.

"I like it, thank you godmother."

"You're welcome. Why are you so good, kid?"

Isn't that too polite?

The two men in the room didn't expect it, so they went to the kitchen, and the little breast dumpling completely conquered Jiang Shuangyue.

Because he still wanted to see Fu Wujin, Fu Wanwan took Fu Jiujiu away.

Fu Jiujiu told Tang Xian that she would stay here for many days, but she was actually lying to him. She didn't want to live in someone else's house.

Of course, the two of them didn't come empty-handed. They thought about giving something else as a gift, but Fu Jiujiu thought it was more appropriate to give strawberries. Anything else seemed too deliberate, and with the little money they had, they probably wouldn't be able to buy anything as a gift.

Very good.

Zou Guangquan and Jiang Shuangyue were very satisfied with the gifts they gave them.

After they left, Zou Guangquan said proudly: "Madam, how is our goddaughter?"

Jiang Shuangyue nodded with satisfaction, "I have something to tell you. Jiujiu is also a master at playing chess."

"Oh? What should I say?"

Jiang Shuangyue took Zou Guangquan to the study room. Seeing the rescued chess game, Zou Guangquan was thoughtful.

And there is also the jade pendant tied around her waist. Isn't it the same one the boy was wearing last time?

When Zou Guangquan and Jiang Shuangyue's two sons, Zou Yuansong and Zou Zhongbai, came back, they heard that they had a powerful little sister and regretted going to school today.

Both of their brothers were rarely praised by their mother, but her mother praised a little girl.

They were immediately curious about this Fu Jiujiu, their god-sister.

"Master, the Fu family's carriage is back." Aunt Cui reminded her when she heard the noise.

There is only one carriage in this village, so you don't have to think twice to know who it is.

Tang Xian's face was expressionless, "Come back as soon as you come back."

Aunt Cui thought about it. If the little girl Jiujiu didn't come back, the master definitely didn't want to see her.

But hearing this sound, the carriage did not go far, but stopped at their door.

"Mommy, open the door." Fu Jiujiu shouted loudly from the door.

Tang Xian stood up from the chair suddenly, but soon became serious again, "Why is she back?"

Aunt Cui was also very curious. Didn't she say she wanted to stay there for a while?

"Maybe Jiujiu wants to play with you."

Tang Xian said nothing.

"Come on, come on." Aunt Cui quickly went to open the door for the little girl.

Fu Jiujiu didn't even look at the young lady standing in the yard, "Mommy, this is a gift for you, do you like it?"

After Grandma Cui opened it, she was slightly startled, "Isn't it a fan?"

What about his little master?

Fu Jiujiu smiled and looked at her innocently, "Mommy, don't you like it?"


Chapter completed!