I'm a Buddhist foster child

Yu Wenxian bit his finger, and said with some uncertainty: "Kesu...Kesu ​​doesn't need to add the prince?"

King Langya said: "Ah duck, look at him, don't pay attention to him, I'll be stubborn!"

Yang Guang wasn't asleep, he was actually taking a nap, because Yang Guang really didn't want to spend time with the little buns, so no one would believe him if he said it, he came to school in the morning, and he had to help his father approve the paperwork when he came back at night, so he was too busy Very soon, it is natural to recharge your batteries at this moment.

So Yang Guang ignored the two little buns at all, and let them run out to play on their own.Not long after the two little buns left, Zhongguan He Quan came and said respectfully, "Prince, the Lord has come to see you."

When Yang Guang heard this, he immediately raised his head and stopped dozing off. He tidied up his clothes carefully and walked out from the exposed door, ready to meet his father.

Today is his son's first day of school, Yang Jian is actually a little worried, and he doesn't know how his son gets along with other children?Thinking of this, Yang Jian couldn't help laughing and raised his eyebrows. He had already imagined the scene where his son was getting along with the other two little buns with a fishy-eyed face.

Three little buns, Yang Jian thought about it, and suddenly he was a little envious of old Mr. Le Xun. It should be a happy thing to give lectures to the children, right?

Yang Jian specially brought the little bun Yang Guang's favorite jujube flower cake. He had just arrived at Lumen, before he went in, when he heard "Ah duck!" He fell in front of Yang Jian.

Liu Taozhi and Yuan Zhou who were behind them reacted immediately, thinking it was some kind of assassin, but after a closer look, the assassin was a little too young, and turned out to be a half-sized bun, who should be a little bigger than His Royal Highness, thin and weak of.

Isn't it Bi Guogong Yu Wenxian?

The little bun, Yu Wenxian, fell to the ground, his two little hands scratched his skin slightly, lying on the ground in a daze, and then "Wow——" cried out, the crying was heart-piercing.

Yang Jian didn't expect that when he was halfway there, a little bun ran out to "Pengci'er", he quickly squatted down and coaxed him, "Hey, don't cry, let me see, does it hurt?"

The little bun Yu Wenxian was picked up, sobbing and choking, raised his little hand and said: "It hurts, it hurts..."

Yang Jian was afraid that he would cry again, so he had an idea, took out the jujube flower cake he brought, and said softly: "Don't cry, please, try this, it won't hurt after you eat it."

"Zun... what's yours?" The little bun Yu Wenxian blinked his big eyes and looked at Yang Jian with tears in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe that this jujube flower cake, which was as beautiful as a flower petal, had such a miraculous effect on relieving pain.

"fake."

Yang Jian just wanted to say something "to lie to the child", but he suddenly heard a "cold" voice interspersed with a milky and fierce voice.

Looking back, good guy, my son is here!

Why is it a good guy?Because Yang Jian was holding someone else's steamed stuffed bun in his arms, and was feeding the steamed stuffed bun from someone else's home with his son's exclusive jujube cake, he was caught by his son,

The little bun Yang Guang came over with a cold face, folded his arms and said with a sneer: "Of course it's fake, how can jujube cake relieve pain? If you eat it, the wound will fester, the intestines will be pierced and the stomach will be rotten, and it will be rotten to pieces." .”

Little Baozi Yu Wenxian was stunned for a moment, and then he was so frightened that he cried "Wow----!!!" again.

Yang Jian: "..." Headache.