The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

   Chapter 859

  Lu Huaijiang was extremely embarrassed.

  I have never faced such a desperate moment in my life.

   "I just want to see what size of clothes you are wearing now, and want the Garment Bureau to send you some, do you believe it?" Lu Huaijiang looked down Lulu's eyes, his eyelids twitched.

   suddenly hid the little clothes in his hands behind him.

   Your majesty who can anger courtiers in the court hall, his face is red and hot at this moment.

  I don’t even know how to place the hands and feet.

  Lulu's mouth twitched and looked at him helplessly

   "Daddy Lu said you drank too much? He said you drank three pots of wine."

  Lu Huaijiang: "I pretended it."

  If I don’t pretend, how can they let me go? How come I come to Lulu?

What Lu Huaijiang didn't say was that he actually came to see Lulu every day. But today, seeing Zheng Wangshu, the young grandson of the Zheng family, presents his hospitality in front of Lulu, he suddenly couldn't restrain his emotions.

Lulu suddenly said: "Are you drinking so well? I remember that when you were in the palace, you were often persuaded to drink by courtiers, and you would be too strong to drink, and finally stayed at the Tibetan Deer Hall." Well, at most. Just two or three cups?

  Lulu's eyes widened, two or three cups and two or three pots, is this a concept?

  Lu Huaijiang whispered: "Drink is not intoxicating and everyone is intoxicated."

  "What is drunk?" Lulu didn't hear clearly.

  Lu Huaijiang said again: "I said that the wine in the palace is more refined and easy to intoxicate. After all, the world sends the best wine into the palace."

  Lulu reluctantly believed it, but he was still a little suspicious.

   stepped forward to pack up his clothes, and he heard a pop.

  As soon as he turned around, Lu Huaijiang had his hands behind his back, his face looked like an old god.

  Lulu turned around again, Lu Huaijiang's expression on his face was ferocious, and he secretly rubbed his face.

The evil spirit in his mind jumped angrily: "Things that are not promising, things that are not promising. If I have not given you all the spiritual power, I must wake you up today." Only then, he tried his best to fight for a moment of control. Quan, then gave the eighth a slap.

  Lu Huaijiang lightly dried.

  I just feel unlucky. He obviously came to see what size Lulu wears. As soon as he picked up the coat, Lulu pushed in.

  Lulu wouldn’t think he was a disciple, right? ?

  Lu Huaijiang's face turned black.

   "For something worthless, you promised the deity not to contact her again. Are you farting now?"

   Cthulhu gritted his teeth.

  Lu Huaijiang calmly replied: "I am drunk, I am lost. I can't control myself."

  The sober face said that he was drunk, and his face was ten layers thick.

  Not long after, Lulu came in with tea.

  Lu Huaijiang stretched out his hand, yo, the tea is cold.

  This means seeing off guests.

  Tea is still old tea, tea mozi, all of the kind from the wooden stick on the top of the tea.

   Cut your throat after drinking.

With a kick, he placed it heavily in front of him.

  At the first glance, the little girl was still angry with him, because he didn't come in his birthday, and he was so indifferent for so long.

  Lu Huaijiang was a little bit smiling.

  The eyes fell on Lulu's cheeks, and she saw her smart eyes, which looked quite affectionate and reassuring.

  "What are you going to do here with me? If you don't come for your birthday, what do you do now." Lulu pursed his lips, sitting on his side with puffed cheeks, far away from him.

  The childish appearance made Lu Huaijiang's heart full of depression disappear a bit.

   "I have never made any promises or swear to anyone in my life. But Lulu, you are the first and only one."

  (End of this chapter)