Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

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Shunuan returned to Heng's Mansion, unable to eat anything, lying on the table, thinking about Uncle Sheng.

Uncle Chen knew that she had a bad appetite, so he prepared some light meals.

"Xiaonuan, eat a little."

Shu Nuan had no choice but to nod, took a few mouthfuls of porridge, and couldn't help asking in distress: "Uncle Chen, what if...you can't let it go?"

Uncle Chen probably knew it well, he sighed and said, "Xiao Nuan, he is much older than you, and he is also the prince of the north, if one day he abandons you, what will you do?"

"But he risked his life for Shu Nuan, and Shu Nuan has him in his heart..."

Even if he is older than Shu Nuan, even if the status of the two is very different, Shu Nuan is still working hard to make himself better and better.

"Uncle Chen has always respected your children's thoughts. If you insist on talking to him, Uncle Chen can't say anything..."

Shu Nuan looked at Chen Bo, knowing that Chen Bo was acquiescing to her choice when he said this.

She was grateful and helpless.

The next day, Shu Nuan was busy in the business until very late before finishing work. When he walked out of the business, he saw Sheng Qianmo waiting for her in the cold night with a pack of fudge in his hand.

Shu Nuan blinked lightly and walked over.

Along the street, you can still hear the sound of drinking in the market. Shu Nuan lowered his head and ate sweets slowly, holding his little hand. That scene seemed to reproduce the scene of shopping in Beicheng in the past.

"Nuannuan, this king will be going back in two days." He has been away from the capital for so long, it is time to go back.

Shu Nuan had expected it a long time ago, so it was not surprising.

On the road, I saw a small painting stall. Shu Nuan walked over and asked the little brother, "Can I make a painting by myself?"

The little brother was also reasonable, "Yes, but you have to pay."

Sheng Qianmo took out his pocket.

Shu Nuan sat down, holding a pen and dipping in ink, with a straight and quiet posture.

Sheng Qianmo loves Shu Nuan's appearance very much, she is like a green bamboo plant sitting there, the fingers holding the pen are white and clear, clean, as beautiful as fat jade.

Shu Nuan was wearing a snow-blue jacket and skirt, and the light-colored sleeves embroidered with peach blossom patterns were sleek, sticking to the edge of the table, making her wrists slender and white.

She lowered her neck slightly, bending out a beautiful arc.

Her eyes were clear and focused, and her small, rosy cherry mouth was slightly pursed.

He thought of how many days and nights she had been, sitting in his bookcase and writing intently like this.

But Sheng Qianmo only took a few more glances, then Shu Nuan raised his head and said, "Don't look at it."

Sheng Qianmo retreated to the stone chair behind and sat down, watching her painting from a distance.

The boy from the painting stall smiled and said, "Your brother treats you really well."

Shu Nuan stopped holding the pen, looked up at Sheng Qianmo with clear and rippling eyes, his lips were about to move, and he said without emotion: "It's uncle."

No one could guess what she was thinking, even Sheng Qianmo just thought that Shu Nuan was using their age difference to remind him not to think about it.

The boy at the art booth didn't feel the turmoil between the two people's eye contact, but rather said in surprise: "The girl's uncle is really young, just like your brother."

Shu Nuan lowered her head, said something casually, and refused to let the painting stall brother watch her paint.

"Nuannuan, what did you draw?"

Until Shu Nuan stopped writing, Sheng Qianmo finally couldn't help asking.

Shu Nuan looked at the person in the painting, and said in a low voice, "My sweetheart."

Cheng Qianmo, who was looking for embarrassment, pursed her thin lips.