Liu Zhenying's palm-sized face suddenly became serious, and his black and white eyes were full of anger, and he was drooling.

It's quite contradictory, but it blends just right.

Looking at her frantic look, Qu Xiaojue was amused. The corners of his lips curled up, with an evil aura that seemed to satisfy his unspeakable evil taste, but his tone was still casual: "This is for you."

"real?"

Liu Zhenying's cold facial features suddenly revealed a touch of surprise.

The clean and warm sunshine outside the window came in and fell on her face, which was just right and bright: "Are you... giving it to me?"

He indeed ordered it specially for her.

But he felt a little uncomfortable hearing what she called him.

He hooked his fingers and watched her obediently approach. He reached out and held her little hand, squinting: "What did you call me?"

"Qu Xiaojue."

She responded without thinking, her eyes were almost attracted by the cake, and she had a matter-of-fact attitude.

Qu Xiaojue became increasingly dissatisfied and reached out to pinch her cheek.

She whispered, raised her hand to pat him, and her eyes finally fell on him, but they were all accusations: "Pinch me."

He didn't respond directly, but asked knowingly: "Want to eat cake?"

"Think about it."

"But think about it, what should you call me?"

She didn't know, and he didn't remind her. She just sat in her original position and looked at him leisurely, with a smile in her dark eyes.

She racked her brains and thought for a long time, then tilted her head tentatively: "High bamboo pole?"

"Liu Zhenying."

He gritted his teeth and called her name, stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek again: "Dwarf Winter Melon, are you more capable?"

She was so unhappy that she was pinched, and she mumbled vaguely: "You call me short winter melon, and I call you tall bamboo pole. I learned this from you."

She's so good that she doesn't want to learn anything except these kinds of things.

Qu Xiaojue snorted coldly, let go of his hand, rubbed her hands, and guided her: "If you think about it again, what do I call you when I don't call you Short Winter Melon? Especially in front of outsiders.

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He felt that what he said was obvious enough.

But Liu Zhenying still thought for a long time before tentatively saying: "Call me Zhenying?"

"right."

Finally on the road.

It's really not easy.

Qu Xiaojue locked his eyes on her face and smiled softly: "So, if you reciprocate politely, what should you call me?"

"Xiao Jue?"

This time Liu Zhenying answered correctly without any guidance.

Qu Xiaojue's eyebrows stretched, and there was a bit of joy in his heart, but his face did not show any dew. Instead, he said in a lazy tone: "Since you want to call me Xiaojue, then I will reluctantly agree to you."

It's just a title, Liu Zhenying doesn't care at all.

Liao Qingqing, on the other hand, couldn't stand it, and sneered unceremoniously from the side, complaining: "Young master Qu, you tried so hard to get a little girl to call your name, and you said you were reluctant. You are really shameless."

Hearing this, Qu Xiaojue lightly raised his eyelids and glanced at Liao Qingqing.

As Hua Qing's friend, he couldn't say much even if Liao Qingqing was unreasonable.

"Qingqing."

Hua Qing took the initiative to lower his voice and called out in a warning tone: "Watch your words and deeds."

Otherwise, if you really offend Qu Xiaojue, he will deal with you no matter whether your surname is Liao or Hua.

Otherwise, how did he get the title "Sir"?

At the beginning, he was the great demon king who was a headache for everyone in Nancheng District.

Moreover, there is one strange thing about Huaqing.

When Liao Qingqing and Qu Xiaojue met last time, wasn't she still saying some specious things to Liu Zhenying in a shady manner, showing exactly how a suitor of Qu Xiaojue should behave.

But now...
Chapter completed!