Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

Hua Yu, who was lying on top of Zhang Qiling's head, finally had a good sleep. She stretched lazily and floated down from Zhang Qiling's hair.

"brother"

Hua Yu fell onto Zhang Qiling's open palm with a plop. Zhang Qiling felt the soft and sticky little ball in his hand and squeezed it inadvertently.

Hua Yu felt a slight squeeze, raised her body, tilted her head and looked at Zhang Qiling who was serious.

"Are you hungry? The food is ready." Zhang Qiling stood up quickly and walked towards the restaurant.

Although Hua Yu was confused, the rumbling sound of his stomach interrupted his thoughts.

The two came to the dining table and sat down. Zhang Qiling placed his hands on the table and Hua Yu slowly climbed down from Zhang Qiling's palm.

Zhang Qiling watched Hua Yu carefully stretch out his little feet to test the height between his palm and the table. After making sure it was not too high, he held his thumbs with both hands and lowered his palms little by little.

After Hua Yu landed safely, he went to his own small dining table and ate the small meal that the butler had prepared for him.

Zhang Qiling looked at Hua Yu who was chewing the food slowly with a smile in his eyes, and started eating as well.

After finishing the meal, Zhang Qiling wiped his mouth with the hot towel on the table, looked at Hua Yu who was slumped on the dining table with a round belly, stretched out his right index finger, and gently rubbed Hua Yu's belly to massage his stomach which was a little bloated.

"Brother, now that there's no war outside, can we go out and play?"

Hua Yu suddenly stood up and grabbed Zhang Qiling's fingers, which he had not had time to retract.

"Wait until you feel better!"

Zhang Qiling neither agreed nor refused, but Hua Yu's current health did not allow him to appear in front of outsiders too often.

"All right!"

Hua Yu didn't have the idea of ​​leaving. Now that he could come out of the small secret realm, it was his greatest freedom. However, he thought that after he recovered, he would be able to travel around the world with his brother.

They had been separated for so many years, and the days they had spent together could be counted on one's fingers. Now, being able to be together every day like this was something he had never dared to imagine before.

"Little brother!"

A childish voice suddenly appeared. Hua Yu turned around and saw that it was Er Yuehong who came to have dinner with Hong Xingjun.

"Ah! It's Xiao Xingjun!"

Hua Yu flew over, circled around Xingjun, and then patted little Xingjun on the head.

"Remember me? We met before in your dad's room."

"I remember you. Dad said you were the one who protected us and you were our hero."

Hong Xingjun looked at little Hua Yu with a tense face and spoke words of praise in a baby voice.

"Alas, I didn't do anything. It was Uncle Qin and his men who provided the money, effort, and manpower. I just said something."

"But I still want to thank you! If you hadn't mentioned this, perhaps we would be like those children on the streets of Germany, living a life of hunger and cold."

"So, no matter what, we still have to thank you very much!"

Hong Xingjun stood on tiptoe and gently kissed Hua Yu who was flying in the air.

Hua Yu was startled by the cub's sudden movement. The next moment, red spread from her face to her head, and her face, which was covered by her hands, was also red.

Hua Yu flew back to Zhang Qiling's head and buried herself deeply in Zhang Qiling's hair.

Hong Xingjun looked up at Er Yuehong who was holding his hand.

"Don't worry, Xingjun. Brother is just shy."

"Okay, let's eat!"

"Little brother is here, we have plenty of time to play with him!"

Er Yuehong touched the cub's head and sighed: It really feels good to touch.

Er Yuehong took Hong Xingjun to the dining table, nodded to Zhang Qiling, then hugged Hong Xingjun and sat him on the chair, tying a bib for him.

"Mr. Zhang, have you finished using this?"

Zhang Qiling felt his hair being pulled and knew that his little Lotus was shy and definitely didn't want to see anyone anymore.

Zhang Qiling nodded at Er Yuehong, then stood up and left.

Passing by Hong Xingjun's chair, he took out a small cloth bag from his arms.

"Meeting gift."

After saying that, he quickly walked out of the restaurant without paying attention to Hong Xingjun's reaction.

Hong Xingjun held the heavy cloth bag and looked at Er Yuehong beside her.

"It's okay. This is the gift that my brother said he would give you."

"Yun'er, after we finish eating, let's go back to the room and open it."

Hong Xingjun nodded and carefully placed the small cloth bag next to her and kept looking at the bag while eating.