OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 687: So She’s Just Ignoring Me? I’m Not Angry
The little one looked up eagerly at the persimmon tree.
She raised her little hand and cheered, "Sister A Ruo, hurry and knock down a persimmon for me to try!"
A Ruo picked up a stone from the ground, jumped up, and threw it upwards, but she never hit the target.
Feng Fuce frowned.
Does she want to eat that badly yet doesn’t know to ask him for help?
Lu Wang couldn’t stand it any longer.
He couldn’t help but speak up, "Sir."
Feng Fuce didn’t even look at him, coldly asking, "What’s the matter?"
Lu Wang said, "If you really want to talk to the princess, don’t make things hard for yourself. Acting cold and distant isn’t very polite."
Feng Fuce glanced at him sideways, "You’re overthinking it, who wants to talk to her?"
Lu Wang was stunned.
The young man bit his lip and muttered to himself, "She just left me and went with Fang Wushen, so why should I be angry?"
The surrounding Xiu Luo Envoys couldn’t take it either, and they all lowered their heads.
They’ve never seen the Marquis be so stubborn.
Lu Wang could only sigh, "You’re right, sir. Then just keep ignoring her, let her know you’re upset."
Feng Fuce stared in Bai Zhi’er’s direction.
As if he didn’t hear Lu Wang say anything.
A Ruo failed several times, and Bai Zhi’er could only watch the delicious big persimmons without being able to eat them.
The little one was so anxious she stomped her feet.
Feng Fuce couldn’t take it anymore.
"So clumsy." He bent down and picked up a stone from the ground.
With a flick of his slender fingers.
A big persimmon fell directly, perfectly landing in A Ruo’s raised hands.
Bai Zhi’er cheered happily and softly, "Sister A Ruo, you’re amazing!"
A Ruo was puzzled, "It seems it wasn’t me who picked it..."
The little one wiped the persimmon on her clothes and was about to take a bite with her small mouth.
Watching her like this, Feng Fuce couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
"Like a glutton."
Lu Wang silently glanced at Feng Fuce.
Does the Lord Demon know he’s full of indulgent smiles right now?
And those Xiu Luo Envoys seemed accustomed to it, their expressions unchanged.
Unfortunately, before Bai Zhi’er could take a bite, Fang Wushen came running over with a plate.
"Zhi’er sister, don’t eat that!"
Feng Fuce’s eyes turned cold.
Fang Wushen ran breathlessly to Bai Zhi’er and smiled, "Don’t eat raw persimmons, I’m afraid your stomach will hurt. Here, try the dried persimmons I bought earlier."
Bai Zhi’er immediately reached out her little hand and took a slice, biting off a small piece. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Fang Wushen eagerly asked, "Is it sweet?"
The little one squinted her eyes contentedly, "Sweet! Delicious!"
Lu Wang instinctively said, "This person is quite thoughtful."
Feng Fuce gave him a cold stare, and Lu Wang lowered his head, "I misspoke."
Fang Wushen reached out his hand, "Zhi’er sister, let me take you to see the flower garden over there."
Bai Zhi’er was about to stretch out her other little hand while holding the persimmon.
Feng Fuce could no longer bear it and walked over.
"Wait." The young man coldly stopped them.
Fang Wushen looked at him, frowning unhappily, "Isn’t the Marquis busy with a case? What do you have to say?"
Feng Fuce looked at Bai Zhi’er, "Come here, I have something important to tell you."
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes, "What is it, Brother Ce?"
Feng Fuce saw that the little one hadn’t moved a step.
His deep eyes darkened, and he said, "Don’t you want to know Brother Juzi’s whereabouts? Come here, I’ll tell you now."
Bai Zhi’er’s eyes suddenly lit up upon hearing that.
She bit half of the persimmon cake in her mouth, holding one in each of her little hands.
Only then did the little one toddle towards Feng Fuce.
