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

Sheng Qianmo couldn't help but patted her head, "I heard that day, your name is Qingzhi, right?"

Qingzhi still nodded.

"how old are you?"

Qingzhi made a two-to-one comparison with her two small hands, a very cute and soft gesture.

Cheng Qianmo only felt a sharp pain in his throat as if something was choking him, but he smiled softly: "I'm four years old..."

He squatted down slowly, looked at the little girl with gentle eyes: "Why are you alone on the street, where are you... Mother?"

Qingzhi pursed her lips, not intending to speak.

But Sheng Qianmo didn't give up, coaxing her to talk: "Can Qingzhi say something?"

Qingzhi looked at him, had no choice but to take out the handwritten note and wrote - I can't speak

The little guy just told this uncle the truth with a normal heart, but she didn't know that the five words she wrote were enough to make Shengqianmo's heart feel like a knife.

He pretended to breathe calmly, but he couldn't help coughing with mixed emotions of pain, and grabbed the little guy's hand with a little force.

Qingzhi was in pain and wanted to break free.

Only then did Sheng Qianmo come back to his senses, and let go of Qingzhi's little hand. Seeing her hand was slightly red, he was even more ashamed: "I'm sorry..."

Qing Zhi obediently shook her head to express that she was fine, then waved to him, meaning to leave.

"Childish..."

Qingzhi looked back at him.

Cheng Qianmo parted her thin lips lightly, wanting to ask her how your mother is doing...

But in the end, the question he asked was: "Can I give you a hug?"

Qingzhi took the initiative to walk over to give him a hug, then quickly let go and looked at him.

Sheng Qianmo was let go before he could feel the little guy's hug, and his heart seemed to be empty. At this time, Qingzhi looked at him, with the corners of his eyes upturned, and smiled sweetly at him.

Sheng Qianmo also smiled faintly at the little girl.

Is there a kind of pain that others think you are invulnerable, but in fact you have already been pierced by thousands of arrows.

Sheng Qianmo was lingering in such pain, watching the little girl leave.

And he's going back to where he is now, doing what he's going to do.

Bei Er opened a private room in the restaurant. Seeing that Sheng Qianmo was late, he filled him with wine without saying a word, but Sheng Qianmo was not ambiguous, and only sat down after drinking three glasses.

"Brother Qianmo, where have you been? Why are you here now..."

"I see that there are many beauties in Beichuan, Qianmo is probably fascinated by the beauties here." Bei Er joked.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Qianmo nodded, his eyes light.

But if he didn't see the situation, he couldn't help but stare blankly for a moment, then glared at his brother bitterly, "Brother, stop talking nonsense, brother Qianmo is not that kind of person!"

While talking, Ruwei saw Wen Youyi pouring wine for himself, so he also offered to hand over his glass, "Pour me a glass too!"

Wen Youyi paused, and poured her wine, but it wasn't full.

"Okay, it's time to get down to business, Qianmo. I've been shopping around Beichuan for the past two days and found something very interesting. I didn't know it before. There is a very large business in Beichuan, and I'm going to check it out. Well, those weapons are very novel, completely different from those of Nanrong, but many of them can be applied to the battlefield."

Cheng Qianmo paused while drinking, and looked up at him lightly: "Which firm do you want to cooperate with?"

Bei Er nodded: "I think it's pretty good, a good weapon is more effective for going to the battlefield, isn't it?"