Chapter 1403: 2.839 gathered together

Chapter 1403 2.839 Gathering Together
"I've seen His Royal Highness, I've seen ..." Everyone smiled and narrowed their eyes, and Qi Qi stepped forward to see the ceremony.
"It's all your own, don't be polite."
"Sister came back, sister came back." Xiao Lin'er cheered, was about to pounce over, give a hug to the sister who has not seen for many days.
Unexpectedly, a small figure flashed faster than her, and Peng Teng jumped in front of Qiao Mu, holding her leg and shouting, "Female donor, female donor! Female donor!"
Qiaomu couldn't help but be a little funny, bent over and kicked the little monk, knocked on his little head, "miss me."
"The young monk misses the female donor in particular. When the female donor is absent, the young monk is sleepy and sleepy, and food is hard to swallow. Whoo ..." The young monk pumped his nose and nodded.
"Little has no conscience." Wei Ziqin was funny and angry, "I don't know who this time is, I'm going to cook you a variety of different vegetarian meals, and cheer you up."
"The mother of the female donor." The young monk milked.
Qiaomu touched his little bald head funnyly, "Mother, let's go in and talk."
The party moved to the main hall, gathered together in laughter and laughed, and talked about the food distribution to Xiluo Street yesterday. Xiao Lin pouted angrily, "Such a fun thing, my sister didn't say take me there."
Wei Ziqin knocked his daughter angrily and rebuked softly, "Everything can be played."
"Dad, mother, second uncle, second uncle, younger brother and sister, we brought you some small gifts, and let's take a share." Mo Lian asked people to bring things in and gave them the same gifts.
For Niang and Eryi, a pair of head and face jewelry, for Dad and Uncle, a pair of famous calligraphy and painting, for his younger brother is a set of four treasures in the study, for Xiaohu brother is a famous sword, Xiaoliner is a pair of gold silk Brocade Bracers.
Everyone couldn't help but hold their own gifts and cheerfully closed their mouths.
"This is for the aunt and cousin Ruoyou. If you look back at them, take them with you."
"Okay." Wei Ziqin nodded with a smile.
The little monk sat on Qiao's lap, glaring at the crowd's hands, his big and small gift boxes, asked weakly, "Me, me, don't you?"
The tree couldn't help but be a little funny, with a flick of the wrist, took out a fluffy pink yellow hat from the inner bounds, and put it on the bare head of the young monk, "Good-looking!"
"Good-looking, hahaha!" Jorin laughed and fell.
"Seeing that, the lotus flower above was embroidered by my sister! I don't like it." Qiaomu's eyes were bent, and he looked down at the little monk and asked.
On the side of Mo Lian, only silently drew his mouth.
The young wife's hobby of embroidering lotus flowers, I don't know if I should boast.
The little monk reluctantly gave a little head, "looks a bit ugly."
"Hmm ..." The crowd hurriedly laughed, pretending to cough, and each took a tea cup to drink.
"Don't worry about it, I'll tell you." Qiao Mu bounced on his little head. "Wear it when you go out and go shopping, don't always show a smooth head."
"But it's a bit hot."
Uncle Qiao was sipped by tea. It's going to be a hot day right now. The little niece actually gave the little monk a plush hat. This is simply ...
"Did you do morning classes today?" Qiao Mu started the conversation.
"It was done yesterday." The little monk murmured to himself, and immediately forgot the protest just now.
(End of this chapter)