Wen Xining's roar frightened Quan'er and she suddenly squatted down with her head in her hands. She was innocent, okay? The feeling of being a sandwich was really bad. She couldn't afford to offend him, so why couldn't she hide?
Unexpectedly, Beitang Shuo, who was an ostrich, also squatted down with Quan'er, still hiding behind her, which really made Quan'er dumbfounded.
Wen Xining took a step forward and was about to arrest the person, but saw Beitang Shuo pulling Quan'er's clothes and exposing half of his head and gently asking: "Madam, are you jealous?"
"Jealous! Me? Just dream!" Wen Xining snorted coldly, with a sinister smile on his lips, but there was something strange in his heart.
Beitang Shuo pouted, seemingly a little dissatisfied, "I won't come out unless I'm jealous."
"Forget it if you don't come out, huh..." Wen Xining turned sideways, pretending to be angry, but squinting at the guy behind Quan'er with one eye. Could the sour feeling in his heart be the so-called jealousy?
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"Hey... forget it, my wife won't be jealous if Shuo'er comes out. It's not fun at all. You can just draw." Seeing that my wife was angry, Beitang Shuo stood up holding a white flag. He squatted tall and held his legs with both hands.
Standing there, with her beautiful eyes closed and her eyelashes fluttering, she stretched her lovely baby face forward for the lady to draw.
Seeing his surrender, Wen Xining proudly held up the pen, turned around and walked over, pinched his beautiful and fair-skinned chin, and raised the corners of his mouth proudly, "I'm starting to draw."
But just as he stretched out the pen, he suddenly stopped again, turned around and looked at Quan'er who had been staring at them and shouted: "Quan'er, why don't you go and copy the book? How dare you peek at the master so wantonly.
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"..." Quan'er sighed, being a slave has a hard life. Not only do you have to be used as a shield, you have to work hard for your master, but you also have to be scolded. Quan'er held back her laughter and returned to the desk, thinking that this young lady is really not good at it.
Do you understand your own thoughts, or do you have to pretend not to understand?
"Madam, are you sure you're not jealous?" Beitang Shuo closed his eyes and asked without giving up.
"No." Wen Xining denied, but without blinking, he was carefully analyzing the shape of his face and making up his mind.
"Ah...that lady doesn't like my husband." Beitang Shuo opened his eyes with a depressed and sad expression, and blinked at Wen Xining, looking extremely pitiful.