The rich family's parents were robbed, and the milk group went crazy for the boss's family

297: Princess

More than ten minutes ago, Wen You pulled Qingqing downstairs.

There were several fairy tale princesses standing on the lawn, playing games with the children.

Before the two little girls got close, they noticed that one of the princesses, who was wearing a yellow dress, was particularly popular.

There were so many children surrounding her that she couldn't squeeze in at all.

From a distance, little Wenyou stopped to look at the popular princess, and when her face came into view, the two little girls had the same idea in their minds.

No wonder she is so popular, she is so beautiful!

Girls all like beautiful things, no matter whether they are people or things. They really wanted to go over, but there were too many children around, and they were squeezed out as soon as they got close.

I had no choice but to settle for another beautiful sister.

But Qingqing didn't expect that the beautiful princess would actually look at her.

She was stunned and didn't move, like a stupid little pervert.

Wen You, who was holding her hand, noticed something was wrong with her and looked over.

The princess's face is even more beautiful. Her long hair is draped over her shoulders like seaweed, covering her smooth back. Her eyelashes are like small brushes. Her eyes are big and beautiful, and her mouth is also beautiful. She is like a fairy tale princess walking into reality.

"She is so beautiful." said little Wenyou.

"Yes, yes!"

Just then, the beautiful princess waved in their direction.

The two little girls subconsciously looked behind them, and there was no one else in the place except them.

Little Wenyou raised his hand and pointed at himself in disbelief.

The princess nodded and continued to wave them over.

It was like being at a concert and suddenly being called on stage by your idol. They were both nervous and excited.

Wen You took Qing Qing's hand and smiled happily, "She's calling us, let's go over!"

Because they were chosen by the princess, when they went there this time, the children around them made way for them and looked at them with envy.

The princess squatted down and zoomed in to see that the face was even more beautiful.

Exquisite and dazzling face, long and thick eyelashes, a sweet scent when approaching, a gorgeous and fluffy skirt, and sparkling little diamonds on it...

It's a killer for girls of this age.

The two little girls approached each other in a daze, their eyes so busy that they didn't know where to look.

After staring at the person for a few seconds, Qingqing could only utter one sentence blankly, "You, you are so beautiful."

She was so nervous that she even stuttered.

Wen You said, "You are like a real princess."

The princess curved her eyes when she was praised, reached out and took Qingqing's hand, then moved closer.

The little girl was so nervous that she didn't dare to move. Something warm pressed against her ear, and then she heard a voice.

"Who did you come with today?"

It wasn't the clear and elegant voice I'd imagined. There was something wrong, but I didn't think about it at the moment.

The little girl stared at him blankly, her brain still not reacting.

Meeting the princess's beautiful, sparkling eyes, she honestly replied with two words, "Mom."

Hearing this answer, the princess narrowed her eyes and glanced around thoughtfully, but she didn't see the strange man who had been following the little girl.

I think it was scared away by his stone.

He withdrew his thoughts and when his eyes swept across the perverted expression on the green ball in front of him, his thin, bright red lips curved upwards and a subtle joy flashed through his heart.

The princess moved closer to her again and inhaled a scent of milk mixed with the light fragrance on her body, which smelled very pleasant.

"Have you told your mother about that man trying to take you two away?"

The dazed infatuation on the little girl's face turned into confusion. She turned her head and looked at Wen You, then pointed at herself uncertainly with her little finger and asked in a baby voice.

"Catch me and Sister Wenyou?"

The princess nodded.

Qingqing was even more bewildered. Her face was innocent and soft as she whispered, "No, no one arrested me and Sister Wenyou."

Suddenly, little Wenyou thought of something. She leaned close to Qingqing's ear and whispered to her, "It's the uncle with the sick brain."

"oh oh……"

Qingqing remembered that the poor uncle had always treated her and Sister Wenyou like salted fish.

But he didn't want to arrest her and Sister Wen You, he just had a bad brain.

The little dumpling pursed his lips and explained seriously to the beautiful princess, "He didn't want to capture us. My mother asked him to protect us."

The princess's delicate face froze for a moment. "Protect you? He looks worse than the bad guys."

The voice of this sentence was not lowered, and little Wenyou also heard it.

She agreed, and then tried to make amends, "Yes, but that uncle is sick in the head, that's why he became like this."

The princess was silent.

It seemed that he had misunderstood. As soon as he came in, he saw a strangely dressed man carrying two little girls walking in a certain direction. He thought that the Huang family had arranged an errand runner other than him.

He confirmed again, "Did your mother arrange for someone to protect you?"

"Uh-huh!"

The little girl nodded vigorously and answered affirmatively.

Now it is confirmed that this child is very precious.

After knowing that everything was fine, the princess stood up, turned around and tried to leave, avoiding the children who were pulling at her skirt.

Qingqing, sensing her intention, reached out and tugged at her skirt, reluctantly asking, "Are you leaving?"

The princess looked back at her and was amused by the admiration and reluctance on the child's face.

Wen You whispered in her ear, "Qingqing, I feel like she is Cinderella. She is going to return her dress. Let's not stop her."

Xiao Qingqing struggled for a while, but finally let go.

Well, it’s more important to return the dress.