Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1392
Chapter 1392: Chapter 1379: He still needs to rely on his cute little face to find his daddy!_1 Chapter 1392: Chapter 1379: He still needs to rely on his cute little face to find his daddy!_1 While making his escape, he didn't forget to provoke Mu Fan: “Hey, hey, you, just wait! I, young master, will remember today's grudge, ouch….”
Just as he was bragging, a flash of light shot towards him, hitting his ankle.
He let out a yelp, and his body lurched forward, his tender cheeks almost had an intimate contact with the ground.
He couldn't afford to damage his arms and his cheeks!
After all, he needed his pretty face to find his father!
If his face was injured, he wouldn't be beautiful anymore, and his father wouldn't recognize him.
In a flash, the young thief made a decision, shielding his face with both arms and letting himself fall vertically to the ground.
The expected pain didn't come. Instead, a strong figure quickly reached out to grab his collar and lift him up with one hand.
“Cough, cough.”
Being grabbed by his collar was very uncomfortable for the young thief. His face turned red, and the chicken he had just swallowed was almost spat out.
“A child?”
“Is he the one who broke into the Duke of Zhen's residence?”
Two more strong figures rushed forward from front and back. Seeing the little thief who had caused the chaos, the three outstanding sons of the Lin Clan couldn't help but reveal a wry smile.
“Little one, the Duke of Zhen's residence is not the Bright Moon Pavilion, you can't just come and go as you please.”
Lin Jinlei released the young thief, crouched down to level his eyes with him, and softened his low and gentle voice as much as possible, so as not to scare the child.
“You're lucky this time that the Shadow Guard didn't kill you. If you break in here again, they won't be merciful.”
Huh, this person is quite gentle, huh!
Could he be his father?
The young thief's thoughts raced, secretly raising his eyelid to take a glance at him, rolling his eyes, and pointing his finger at the third-floor of the Drunken Splendor Pavilion. He pursed his lips, tears brimming in his eyes, looking pitifully aggrieved.
“It wasn't my intention to break into the Duke of Zhen's residence, it was that bad man who threw me in here.”
“What man?”
Lin Jinlei, Lin Jinhao, and Lin Jinrui, the three brothers, looked up at the private room with anger when they heard the word “bad man”.
Feeling pity for his youth, Lin Jinlei pulled him back subconsciously, shielding him in front of his body.
Men's arms were strong and powerful, with broad and upright backs, so different from women!
Although he liked his mother's fragrant and soft embrace, he still yearned for his father's love and care.
Like a little quail, hiding behind him, the feeling of being protected by someone was really wonderful.
“You two stay back, I'll go and have a talk with him.”
Lin Jinhao leapt up and flew, stepping on several tall walls and landing on the roof of the Drunken Splendor Pavilion.
Mu Fan had returned to the private room. Hearing the sound on the roof, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed, and he waved a pair of chopsticks that shot through the hole towards the intruder.
Lin Jinhao relied on his keen hearing to evade the chopsticks, and just as he was about to counterattack, he suddenly heard Baoya and Hunao's lovely calls.
The two cute pets had finished fighting over the soy sauce bones and were now vying for the roast lamb, completely oblivious to what was happening on the roof.
Baoya and Hunao?
How did these two end up in the private room?
Lin Jinhao glanced down at the hole, which had lost a brick, and then at the roast chicken on the roof. Sensing that something was wrong, he felt a cold sweat on the back of his head.
“Eighth Brother, let me help you.”
Seeing Lin Jinhao standing there without moving, Lin Jinrui thought he had been ambushed. He leaped over the wall, jumped through the open window, and flew straight into the private room.
Mu Fan's handsome face darkened. Without giving him time to steady himself, a teacup shot at his face.
Lin Jinrui's nerves tensed, and he instinctively reacted before his brain. Dodging at the same time, he drew his sword and stabbed towards Mu Fan's heart.
Chapter end
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