Chapter 3904 Can Almost Be a Pretty Boy

The child smiled at Shui Yijun and said, "It seems that the owner of the village is not willing to let me stay with you for a moment."

Shui Yijun smiled and said: "Probably because you are too outstanding. This time, although my mother did not agree, she did not directly object. It is regarded as acquiescence to the relationship between you and me."

"I don't need anyone's permission to associate with me."

"Give me the stuff and I'll get it for you. You go see your mother first."

"Thank you."

The child handed him the bundle casually, and two servants immediately came up and took the bundle, as if they were afraid of tiring their young master.

The toddler's bag only contained a few clothes and a few cherished items given to her by her family. It was not heavy.

She saw the servant's behavior and said, "I always forget that you are not well."

"That's because they are nervous." Shui Yijun was a little helpless.

The child smiled and said nothing.

If she hadn't spent a few months with him before coming here, she might have thought that Shui Yijun was a frail young master who couldn't help but be frail.

But in fact, when he was outside, he lived quite well by himself. He did not starve or freeze himself, nor did he get sick every now and then.

Young children always feel that Shui Suizhu is too nervous.

But as an outsider, she couldn't interfere in the affairs between mother and son.

The servant took her directly to a spacious wooden room. Shui Suizhu was leaning on a recliner, letting the maid squeeze her legs. Her close disciple Wang Han was holding a large plate of grapes.

Wang Han, a tough-looking man, was wearing a white shirt, clean-shaven, and holding grapes in his hands, which was really weird.

The child looked at him a few times, endured it again and again, and finally suppressed his laughter.

Wang Han's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

"Zhao You has met the village owner." The child stepped forward and saluted.

Shui Suizhu hummed, "From tomorrow on, you can come to my place at nine o'clock every day. Don't be late."

She said it very calmly, but the child knew that if she really dared to be late, she would definitely not want to know the punishment of staring at her.

The child said: "Yes, the owner of the village."

Shui Suizhu said: "Wang Han, take her to the elixir room and get some Yi Jing elixirs."

Hearing these three words, Wang Han trembled and quickly lowered his head: "Yes, Master."

"Go." Shui Suizhu waved his hands, a pair of round and white hands like pearls, extremely soft.

Wang Han put down the tray and said to the child: "Junior Sister Zhao, follow me."

The child followed him out. Only when he was far away from Shui Suizhu's sight did the child burst into laughter.

Wang Han looked helpless, but he had no choice but to let her laugh in embarrassment.

The child looked Wang Han up and down: "Senior Brother Wang, in my heart, you are a mighty and strong man. Now that you are like this, you can almost be called a pretty boy."

Wang Han smiled bitterly: "This is just an ordinary disciple's clothing. Junior Sister Zhao, don't make a fuss about it."

The toddler touched his chin: "Where's your handsome beard?"

"Master doesn't like it and says it's an eyesore to her."

"Ah haha." The child laughed, "Why were you carrying the fruit plate just now? As a direct disciple of my cousin, you even did the work of a slave?"

Wang Han said: "Being a teacher for one day is a mother for life. It doesn't hurt to serve and serve."

The child said seriously: "Seriously, Senior Brother Wang, you and I are starting to learn together. How far have you learned the Qingyun Mental Technique?"

Wang Han was even more embarrassed: "It cannot be compared with Junior Sister Zhao's natural talents."