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Chapter 1903

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Yun Ruoyue originally asked Liu Ruyan to send the Monkey back to the mountains, but every time they sent it back to the mountains, the Monkey would find its way back. It refused to leave even after they sent it back many times. It probably felt that following Yun Ruoyue and the others would provide it with a full meal, so it no longer felt homesick.

Yun Ruoyue saw that the Monkey persistently followed them, so she took it in. She even dewormed it and vaccinated it to prevent it from passing the germs to the children.

She was afraid that the Monkey would hurt people, so she usually locked it in a cage. However, although the Monkey looked fierce, it never hurt people. Its pair of black eyes always stared at her. Its gaze was as sharp as a king's, as if it understood human nature.

The Monkey didn't run away or hurt people, so she didn't lock the cage and kept it in the palace.

However, although the Monkey didn't hurt people, it always liked to bully Hanhan. For example, it often ran behind Hanhan, hugged Hanhan from behind, and shook its legs for Hanhan.

Every time it did this, Yun Ruoyue and the others would turn their faces away awkwardly. They would pretend to look at the sky and touch their pockets, pretending not to see this scene.

Chu Xuanchen was practicing his swordsmanship. When he saw Yun Ruoyue walking over with Little Xing 'er in her arms, he quickly stopped practicing. He came in front of her and reached out to touch Little Xing' er's white and tender little face.

However, as soon as he reached out his hand, Little Xing 'er grabbed his finger and tugged at it, babbling. She had a pair of big watery eyes and a sweet smile on her little face. Chu Xuanchen's heart melted.

"Yue 'er, is Xing' er talking to me? She's so cute. I don't know what baby language she's saying. She can even spit out bubbles in her mouth. She's so cute. "Chu Xuanchen stared at his daughter lovingly. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

At this time, Little Nanfeng in Fung's arms also saw his father. He saw that his father only cared about teasing his sister and ignored him, so he tried hard to raise his head, trying to make his presence known so that his father would notice him.

However, he raised his head for a long time, but his father ignored him. He was so angry that he burst into tears.

"Ah, why is Nanfeng crying?" Yun Ruoyue quickly looked at the little guy and saw that his bright eyes were filled with tears. He was looking at his father accusingly.

Yun Ruoyue quickly said, "Xuanchen, Nanfeng is jealous. He saw that you didn't tease him but your sister, so he's crying. Hurry and tease him."

"There's such a thing? He's only two months old. Does he know this? " As Chu Xuanchen spoke, he quickly reached out and rubbed Little Nanfeng's face. He rubbed Little Nanfeng's round little face like he was kneading dough.

"Of course. Although he's young, he still needs people to care for him. Once he doesn't feel loved, he'll cry to attract people's attention, "Yun Ruoyue said.

Chu Xuanchen heard this and quickly handed the sword to Mo Li. He then hugged Little Nanfeng and coaxed him. "Alright, alright. Daddy's here. Don't cry. A man bleeds but not tears. How can you cry so easily? "

However, when Nanfeng heard the words "bleeds but not tears," he was so scared that he cried even louder.

Yun Ruoyue was relieved to see that Chu Xuanchen was holding the child properly. He had gone from being at a loss at the beginning to being familiar with it. She fully experienced that he was a good father who often held children.

However, he was only 23 years old. He looked very young and didn't look like a father at all. Therefore, when he held the child, he looked very out of place.

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