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

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Ancheng.

"I want this."

A childish and crisp voice came from the antique booth. It was a little boy wearing a blue straight train jacket standing in front of the booth. The boy had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth, but at such a young age he gave off a very calm and gentle look. When he spoke, he raised his head slightly and pointed to a petal-shaped Kong Mingsuo on the booth.

"Okay." The boss packed it for him and handed it to him.

Wen Jian paid the money, took Kong Mingsuo and left.

When passing by a wonton stand that I usually go to, the owner, Old Uncle Li, called out to him: "Little Jane, do you have time to help Uncle write a signboard?"

Wen Jian walked over and saw Uncle Li pouring wontons into the soup pot while saying, "My signboard was accidentally blown away by the wind yesterday, and Uncle is illiterate, can you write one for Uncle?"

Wen Jian responded, took off the book bag on her back, took out the pen and ink, raised her head and asked Uncle Li: "What words are you writing?"

Old Uncle Li put the lid on the pot, took the wooden sign and put it on the table where Wen Jian was sitting, "Just write Old Li Wonton Stand."

Therefore, Wen Jian slightly lowered her head and picked up the pen to write. Wen Jian's handwriting was beautiful, and everyone in Xu Street knew that the teacher Wen in the school was from Yulin Academy, and Wen Jian was Wen Jian. The teacher's children naturally learned good calligraphy since childhood.

After Wen Jian wrote these words on the wooden sign, she raised her head and asked Uncle Li, "Uncle, do you think so?"

Old Uncle Li came over to take a look, and narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Cheng Chengcheng, Xiao Jian is amazing, don't leave, Uncle will bring you a bowl of wontons to eat."

Wen Jianjian didn't refuse, sat down obediently and said, "Thank you, Uncle."

Old Uncle Li first went to serve wontons to a few guest officials at a table next to him, but what he didn't know was that the people sitting at the table were Sheng Nanchen and his subordinates who were on tour in incognito.

After Old Man Li brought Wen Jian a bowl of wonton noodles, he hung up the wooden sign.

The cold wind blew, and the wooden sign hanging in mid-air swayed.

Chen Nan raised his eyes and glanced at the words on the wooden sign, feeling relieved, "The words written at a young age are quite beautiful."

Wen Jian lowered her head and ate the noodles. When she heard this, her small body paused for a moment. She turned her head and followed the voice, and saw a few adults sitting across from her. They all looked very handsome. Wen Jian followed politely The person who praised him thanked him.

Cheng Nanchen saw how cute the little boy was, so he said to his subordinates, "Go and fetch my blood jade pen."

The subordinate was stunned for a moment, but he still didn't say anything, got up to get the things, and soon took the blood jade pen and handed it to the emperor.

After Sheng Nanchen took the pen, he got up and sat down at the table where Wen Jian was sitting. Wen Jian was drinking soup from a bowl, when he heard the movement, he raised his head, and saw that the grown-up just sat down, and looked at him in puzzlement. he.

"Son, this is for you. A good pen can write better-looking characters."

Sheng Nanchen said, and handed the blood jade pen to him.

Wen Jian didn't pick it up. He looked down at the pen that Sheng Nanchen handed over. The pen was very delicate and beautiful. At first glance, it looked like a precious and rare commodity. He raised his head, shook his head and said, "Thank you, uncle, for your kindness. My mother said that you can't take things from strangers."

Cheng Nanchen was slightly taken aback, but he didn't expect this little guy to have such backbone. You knew it was a good thing, but you still refused to accept it.