Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Chapter 272 has been updated to 4000 words. If you have only read the first 2000 words, remember to go back and read it~

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The thin lips opened slightly and the tip of the tongue swept across the fingertips.

Wu Xie watched helplessly as the sweet potato flesh fell on his fingers and was rolled into Zhang Qiling's mouth. He didn't even see how Zhang Qiling's mouth moved. It only left him with a wet touch.

I don't know if it's the sweet sweet potato or...

My brother's tongue...

Wu Xie was stunned for a moment, staring at Zhang Qiling blankly, and was reluctant to take his hand away.

"Is there any paper?" Zhang Qiling asked in a low voice, looking at Wu Xie's hands which were blackened by the sweet potato peels and stained with syrup.

Wu Xie naturally wouldn't carry paper with him.

The driver in front was driving seriously and didn't see anything. Hearing this, he threw a pack of tissues over to them and said, "Here."

"Thanks,"

Zhang Qiling took it, lowered his head and carefully helped Wu Xie wipe his hands clean, then threw the potato peels into the driver's car trash can.

"Okay." Zhang Qiling let go of Wu Xie's hand and said, "Go back and wash it, and it won't feel sticky anymore."

"Oh, OK." Wu Xie took back his hand, not knowing what to say, so he also thanked Zhang Qiling: "Thank you."

Zhang Qiling glanced at Wu Xie, who had suddenly become a fool, with a slightly helpless look, as if blaming him for his sudden politeness, which had only distanced them from each other.

"You're welcome. I hope you don't mind."

Wu Xie glanced at Zhang Qiling warily.

I don't know if he is too sensitive.

Why do I feel that the meaning behind what the young man said is layered and full of double meanings? !

Don't mind,

Don't mind what?

Do you mind the sticky feeling on your hands, or the sudden action of the guy just now?

Wu Xie was afraid that he was overthinking and was being too sentimental.

So I didn’t dare to think too much.

Holding the bottle, he leaned back in his chair and looked out the window on his side in silence.

Little Naiping looked at Wu Xie, then at Zhang Qiling. The other person had an expressionless look on his face, and his disguise was so good that he couldn't tell at all whether this person was laughing secretly in his heart.

Laugh at the stupid uncle.

The little bottle was a little annoyed.

I don't know if it's because he feels that this guy is playing a trick on Wu Xie, or because he's possessive of the special relationship between Zhang Qiling and Wu Xie that even he can't interfere with.

But in the eyes of the little kids who had no idea about love, Zhang Qiling was just bullying someone.

"Uncle..." Little Milk Bottle put his face against Wu Xie's neck and called him softly.

The little bingsu that used to be icy cold when I held it is now warm because I still have a fever.

Wu Xie quickly retracted his gaze and focused his attention back on him, asking with concern: "What's wrong? Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Or are you carsick?"

The child shook his head. He was a little bit dumb when it came to talking and wanted to coax Wu Xie, but he didn't know where to start.

In the past, it was always his uncle who came to coax him.

It seemed like his uncle would always be happy as long as he held him.

Why is it different now in this strange place?

The child blamed all these reasons on Zhang Qiling and glared at him fiercely.

She stood up by stepping on Wu Xie's thighs with her little feet, raised her little face and rubbed Wu Xie's chin, squinted her eyes and called sweetly: "Daddy, daddy, I miss you so much! Baby misses you so much."

Wu Xie was overwhelmed by the child's sudden enthusiasm. He was flattered and held his little face and kissed him, "Trojan horse, Trojan horse~ I miss you too! Good baby, so good!"

He didn't pay attention to the child's sudden call of "Daddy". When they were together before, he would often tease the child and ask him to call him "Daddy".

It can also be regarded as satisfying his bad taste.

Zhang Qiling's face suddenly turned dark.

Wu Xie saw it from the corner of his eye. Although he was very reluctant, he was still afraid that Zhang Qiling would misunderstand him, so he explained awkwardly: "Don't get me wrong, this is your Zhang family's child. Have you forgotten your family's perverted way of raising blood bags? But I can't stand it for a long time. What's wrong with bringing one home to raise? To me, this is my darling baby. Of course it's right for you to call me dad!"

Puppy: I am not right, but I am angry!

When I’m in a bad mood, I like to play the role of Zhang Qiling’s father!

Wu Xie achieved a delicate balance in his heart. He became cheerful and happy, and the atmosphere in the car became lively again.

Zhang Qiling: “Yeah.”

Close your eyes and stop looking at them.

Wu Xie and the child leaned against the car window with their heads close together, pointing at the things outside one by one and explaining them to the child.

"Baby, that's a street light. It works just like a candle. When it gets dark, it will light up automatically, so we can see things when we go out at night."

"What we are making now is a car, it has four wheels. The one with three wheels is a tricycle, and the one with two wheels is a bicycle..."

"The red, green, and yellow lights are traffic lights, and the white line underneath is the zebra crossing. When you cross the road, stop when the light is red, and go when the light is green..."

Little Milk Bottle showed an expression that was even more focused than when he was listening to the teacher's lecture in the school. He stared at Wu Xie with admiring eyes, listened to him carefully, and nodded his little head from time to time to show that he had remembered.

Time passed quickly as we talked along the way.

The car smoothly passed through the crowd, slid into the narrow street, and then stopped steadily in front of the gate of Wushanju.

After the renovation, the facade of Wushanju looks much more magnificent and grand than before.

The driver exclaimed, "Wow!" and asked with a bit of envy, "Are you staying in the scenic area?"

Wu Xie knew how to behave in society and kept a low profile, so he replied, "No, I came here to buy something."

While Wu Xie was paying the bill in the car, Zhang Qiling got out first, holding two balloons and waiting for him, with a wooden face and a small bottle of milk in his arms.

And judging from Xiao Naiping's expression, he also disliked Zhang Qiling very much.

His little head was tilted far back, and if Zhang Qiling hadn't held his butt tightly, he would have fallen out of his hands.

He really wanted to draw a line between himself and Zhang Qiling and sever all ties with him.

Maybe it's because handsome people will be watched wherever they go.

Or maybe it was because Zhang Qiling, with a stern face, holding a cute white-faced child and two ugly balloons with very bright colors that totally didn't match his temperament, was too eye-catching.

The balloon was floating randomly in the air with the wind.

Many people stopped and looked at their strange combination.

A cool single dad?

Wu Xie got out of the car quickly, and seeing Zhang Qiling standing in the cold wind waiting for him, he quickly pushed him into the house.

"Are you stupid? It's so cold outside, why don't you go home and warm up? You just got out of the car and were blown by the cold wind. Be careful to catch a cold!"