Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 372 Falling in Love with the Sick Jiaolong (46)
All the expressions of the young Mr. Dragon are on the surface.

Tan Sang naturally saw what he was thinking, and thought about how he was still scrambling to eat such spoiled food just now.

Some angry.

More distressed.

She stuffed the gold into the dragon cub's hand stiffly, and then made herself look fierce.

"I want to eat. If you don't buy it back, I'll beat you to death."

The woman spoke harsh words, but there was no killing intent in her eyes, she just wanted him to accept the gold.

Mr. Xiaolong Zaizai's blood-red eyes reflected a little bit of surprise.

Later he rushed out of the door, taking the gold given by Tan Sang.

It was raining heavily outside, like pouring rain, and it didn't take long for the clothes to get wet.

Tan Sang's eyes were as cold as stars and she was domineering. She said: "Little slave, remember to bring an umbrella back. I am born delicate and cannot bear the wind and rain."

Xiaolong Zaizai looked back.

Tan Sang is indeed delicate by nature, with no blemishes visible on her face.

Her hands are also soft, but whenever she does a little work, her hands shouldn't be so tender.

Unintentionally turning around, looking at him like this, Tan Sang looked at him all of a sudden.

With long wavy hair hanging down and red lips slightly drawn, she is simply a charming fairy.

She raised the end of her eyes slightly, showing a lazy and charming style.

The coolness of the rain made Samuel shudder, which brought him back to his senses, and then the little dragon ran away covering his face.

Tan Sang waited for a long time, and finally saw the little dragon cub.

About an hour later, Tan Sang waited at the door to see Mr. Evil Dragon. He had more wounds on his body than before. The wounds on his hands and face were healed but were bleeding a little.

He walked towards himself.

As he came, his vigilant pupils gradually became gentle, and when he raised his eyes to look this way, he showed an expression that could be called joy.

His brows were stretched, his powdered lips were slightly raised, his eyes were soft, and there were still drops of water on his eyelashes. It was a very gentle expression.

The little Mr. Dragon quietly took off his cloak, combed his long hair, dragged his tail and gently touched his precious lunch box.

There are three dishes in it.

looks great.

Samuel swallowed and turned his eyes away.

Then he took a careful and restrained look, and quickly pulled his gaze back, chewing on the steamed buns he brought back yesterday.

So Tan Sang successfully got angry again.

Tan Sang said angrily: "I can't finish eating, don't you want to eat? If you want to eat, do you still want me to invite you?"

Holding the small steamed bun in both hands, he looked at the strange food again, Tan Sang gave it to him, and he continued.

Then he chewed it in small bites, eating very elegantly, which seemed a bit inconsistent in this house.

After eating, Mr. Xiaolong stood behind her, looking at Mr. Xiaolong, who was much taller than her, with his head slightly lowered, and there were still drops of water on his long eyelashes.

There are still some fine bruises on the face.

Tan Sang knew that Mr. Samuel had always been very bitter when he was young, so he looked at the steamed buns that the boss gave.

He licked his red lips, and asked cautiously, "Can I have this steamed bun? I can help you with things. I'm very diligent."

He spoke in a low voice and looked unsure.

Obviously there are other more delicious things, but he has always been in love with him, but the only thing he likes is... a small, poor steamed bun.

She suddenly felt a little distressed.

(End of this chapter)