My Empress is My Bad Girl

"Hey," the toddler approached him, "you and your brother, don't you two have any plans to recognize each other?"

Shui Yijun glanced at her: "Did you tell him?"

he is very smart.

The child nodded: "Yes. Master treats me well, now that I know, I don't want to hide it from him."

"You did it right."

Shui Yijun took another sip of his wine and looked at the distant mountains. His voice was a little low, "I think that if I were him, there must be resentment in my heart and I must not want to recognize each other."

"However, he has lived much better than you. Although Shuizuizhu did not recognize him, he does not have to suffer the abuse of Shuizuizhu. The most important thing is that he does not need to be like you and show others in a mask every day. People see you like a snake and scorpion."

"I can't tell which is good or bad." Shui Yijun smiled, "People often envy what they don't have, instead of cherishing what they already have. I envy Zhang Lichen's freedom, maybe he also envy me having a mother. Life around."

"You are brothers, you don't have to pay attention to water and beads, just recognize each other. Master is cold-tempered, if he doesn't take the initiative, you can take the initiative." The child persuaded.

Shui Yijun shook his head slightly: "I don't want to force him, and use my self-righteous affection to ask him what to do."

"You always think too much."

"Toddler."

"Okay, I see, I don't persuade you." The toddler refilled himself a glass of wine, "Happy today, let's enjoy the flowers and the wind and drink. Cheers."

She drank it again.

Shui Yijun has never drunk any alcohol, so he only sips lightly, but he still reminds the children: "You drink slowly and don't get drunk."

"I drink a lot. With such a small jar, I won't get drunk even if I drink three jars."

"Girls, drink less. What's more, with me as a man? If I have bad intentions, how can I belittle you while you are drunk?"

"you dare?"

"I don't dare. After all, Grand Sister Youyou can pinch me to death with one hand."

"Haha." The toddler laughed.

She has a bright smile and a clear voice.

Like a cool breeze, blowing away all sorrows.

Shui Yijun also drank the wine in the cup, frowning slightly.

He put down the wine glass, picked up the mask, stood up, and said, "It's getting late, I should go back, and you should go back too."

The child said: "It's still early, what's the hurry."

"If I go back late, my mother must send someone to find him." Shui Yijun looked a little sorry, "I don't want to cause unnecessary trouble, and I don't want my mother to be dissatisfied with you."

"I'm not afraid of her."

"I'm afraid she will hurt you."

"...Okay, let's go." The toddler waved and drank with a glass of wine by himself.

Shui Yijun walked to her, stretched out a hand, plucked a petal from the tip of her hair, then stroked a strand of hair on her forehead behind her ear, and laughed softly: "Your hair is messy."

The child raised his head and looked at him, some strange feeling in his heart for some reason.

Shui Yijun quickly retracted his hand and said with a smile: "I'm going back."

"okay."

Shui Yijun smiled, picked up the fan, and left.

The toddler looked at his back, a little distracted.

"Is it delicious?" came a cold voice.

The child followed the sound and saw water coming out from behind a tree with beads.

She walked up to the baby, glanced at the cup that Shui Yijun left on the stone, and repeatedly asked: "I ask you, is the wine good?

The toddler took out an empty wine glass, poured it and handed it to her: "Come on, please have a drink."