Chapter 1679: My name is Little Buddle (5)

Shui Anluo took the side dish bag in, and while the side dish bag was still sleeping, Shui Anluo couldn't put him down, because he had been disturbed to sleep.
The room was retested. Shui'anluo visually inspected it was more than 300 square meters, which was larger than what they are living now. The living room downstairs and the guest room on the second floor.
"Is their guest room so good?" Shui Anluo said curiously, holding a small vegetable bag and walking to the window, just seeing the fountain outside, but not the stone statue inside, but he could see the fountain. Luxury, surrounded by a fountain, there is a dragon, surrounded by stone statues, eyes of the dragon, are two huge purple diamonds.
Purple Eyed Dragon Soul.
Shui Anluo squinted slightly, thinking of what the old housekeeper called himself, and then looked back at Chu Cuiyi, "I always think it's gloomy here."
"I didn't find it. The servants here are very old. These are the 30 years that they have been serving Princess Delia." Chu Cuiyi said suddenly.
Shui Anluo was startled, couldn't help swallowing saliva, took a few steps back with his son, "Don't scare me."
Chu Cuiyi laughed, reached out and touched her head, then picked up the side dish bag, "You go to bed for a good show to begin."
Xiaocaibao was taken away, and after waking up a few times, she woke up. When she saw that he was holding Daddy, she was about to return to Mummy's arms, and Chu Qiyi motioned to her to go to sleep.
Xiaocaibao has been struggling to get over, Shui Anluo relented, and turned directly upstairs.
"Mummy, mommy—" Xiaocaibao wailed, and didn't give his father anything at all.
This time, Chu Cuiyi allowed him to cry, until she couldn't see the shadow of Shui Anluo, she hugged him back to the living room and put it on the sofa.
The side dish bag was put down, and it was about to go down with its short legs, but it was still carried back by Daddy.
Xiaocaibao tried several times without success, and his calf kicked directly at Dad.
"Don't make trouble," Chu Muyi said in a deep voice, her face still serious.
"Mummy, I want Mummy!" Xiao Caibao insisted, his face full of anger.
Chu Cuiyi squatted down, suppressed his small body, and wrapped his little feet around with big hands. "Son, do you know what those people do outside?"
Xiaocaibao still twisted his body to crawl away, but was pulled back again by Chu Muyi.
"If you want to go back to see your sister with your mom and see your brother, you have to believe in Daddy, you know?" Chu Cuiyi rarely spoke to his son so seriously. He didn't have the usual seriousness, just seriousness.
Do not understand, do not understand, he does not understand.
Xiaocaibao crawled and climbed, but Daddy kept holding his little feet, Xiaocaibao was aggrieved, and said with a small mouth, "Mum."
"Mummy is tired and is resting." Chu Muyi said in a deep voice.
"Caibao sleeps." Xiao Caibao was even more aggrieved, and he wanted to sleep too.
Chu Cuiyi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but it turned out that he was defeated by his son, and finally he could only get up with a small vegetable bag, and then went to the second floor.
Chu Cuiyi's big hand touched Xiaocaibao's head, but he carried it on his body, which could not dispel the loss.
Chu Cuiyi knew that it would take a long time for his son to fully trust himself.
Xiaocaibao was lying on Daddy's shoulder, and his little mouth kept biting his finger, but at the corner, he suddenly said, "Dragon, Daddy, Dragon-" he said, his little finger was outside the window.
Chu Cuiyi turned his head and saw nothing.