Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"How long do you want to sleep? Why don't I prepare a coffin in advance so that you can sleep well for a long time? Last night you dragged me to bed early and went to buy clothes for your daughter. Are you going to regret it now?"

If Yan Ce dared to nod, Miss Shangguan would definitely break his neck immediately. Her daughter is very strong and doesn't need such a father.

"The first emperor went out on a parade and dumped Xiaoying to Fusu. Fusu was too busy to take care of Xiaoying. When Zifang saw the child, he ran away in fright. So after a morning of friendly communication, Xiaoying has agreed to have a relationship with Xiaoying. Shangguan sleep together."

Yan Ce wiped the sweat off his forehead and smiled.

Shangguan's eyes became sharper, and he gave a murderous look, and said coldly: "It means that I need to take care of my two daughters now, so your role is only to cause trouble for me?"

Yan Ce took the other hand of the little Shangguan, and smiled helplessly: "Yes, yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Shangguan, and I'm sorry, His Majesty the First Emperor, and I'm sorry for Fusu... Now, please allow me, who is humble, to buy clothes for everyone , okay?"

"Stupid talk."

Volume 3 Finale Chapter [-] The Sunset Is Infinitely Good

Walking out of Xianyang Palace and walking through the quiet forest road, there were more people. Yan Ce held the little guy's hand a little harder. Different from Xiao Ying's active and restless character, the little Shangguan's personality was as quiet as a plant. If you are not hungry, you can stay in the crib and hold a book for a day.

"..."

Seeing that there were more and more people on the street, Miss Shangguan calmly glanced at Yan Ce who was letting go, and then squatted down, a little softness appeared on her calm face.

He stretched out his hand, picked up the little guy who was dangling and started to feel sleepy, and let her hug his neck to sleep soundly.

"Tired again?"

Yan Ce bought a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, picked up one and handed it to the woman's lips.

Shangguan took a bite and frowned, "Sitting quietly on the crib alone for several hours, even ordinary adults may not have this patience."

Yan Ce touched the girl's chubby face, and said with a smile, "Perhaps, in the future, when I grow up, I will be able to weigh the talents of the world."

"No, because I have half of your blood, I won't have any fantasies about it." Miss Shangguan put her foot on Yan Ce's foot, and then stepped on it with the child in her arms.

"Then you put the complete set of Han Feizi's parenting books on the desk?"

Yan Ce is used to this woman who doesn't mean her words, so she catches up quickly. With the birth of Xiao Shangguan and Xiao Ying, Yan Ce's status has smoothly slipped from "husband and gentleman equal rights class" to "garbage trash class".

"..."

Shangguan was silent for a few seconds, raised his hand to hook his red ears, turned his head and glanced at Yan Ce.

"It's for you to read. Anyway, you... have a lot of free time at night. Why don't you read it well to set an example for Miaomiao and show your sense of existence."

"There are also annotations and key outlines. I have never seen you treat me so well after marriage?"

The woman stopped in her tracks, her eyes narrowed into a slit and she sneered: "The bed sheets and clothes that were soiled by you, have you washed them?"

"……nice weather."

Walking into a three-story clothing store, Shangguan abandoned the irresponsible idiot and went upstairs with his daughter in his arms.

"We need to prepare new tops and trousers for the changing seasons, and Xiaoying's body grows fast, so I also need to buy a few."

Saying that, Miss Shangguan and Yan Ce looked around.

Yan Ce looked unwilling: "I'll get a new one too."

"Didn't you buy it last year?" Shangguan's reaction was extremely flat.

"Sister, you said it was last year, and I want to change seasons."

Yan Ce hugged the confused little Shangguan into his arms, and the little guy whispered "Daddy, hug" with a vague voice.

"..." Shangguan's eyes were full of contempt and disgust: "Are you so worthless that you want to fight with children?"

"Crying babies have milk, don't they, Meow?"

The little Shangguan bumped his head on Yan Ce's shoulder, rubbing the snot from his shoulder: "Father!"

"Hey..." Shangguan took a men's jacket, stretched it to Yan Ce's side for comparison, and said calmly, "This is it."

"It's so casual!"

"Oh, I'll put it back if you don't want it."

Yan Ce stopped her wrist: "But I think it looks good."

"Ha ha."

Although he only chose a few seasonal clothes for the children, more than an hour passed before he knew it. When he walked out of the clothing store, it was approaching dusk, and Yan Ce carried the child with a lot of clothes.

Miss Shangguan was sitting on a bench by the side of the road, the faint insteps of her high-heeled shoes were bathed in the light golden afterglow, a layer of pink flowed in her white skin, and as her body relaxed, this layer of pink light and shadow filled her nails.

"Is this the time?"

Shangguan's personality is more like a woman than the original cold appearance, especially after giving birth to Xiao Miaomiao, she patted the vacant seat beside her and motioned Yan Ce to sit over.

"Boom~"

Standing on Yan Ce's lap, little Miaomiao pecked at the side of Shangguan's face with the help of her father, leaving an obvious mouth watermark.

Shangguan, who had always given people the impression of indifference, seemed a little at a loss when facing his daughter, and with a little helpless complex emotion, he touched the top of the cute little guy's head.

"good."

Then, the woman glared at the accomplice Yan Ce with even more terrifying eyes.

"..."