Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

“Excuse me, I remember that on a certain day and month in a certain year, on a windy and sunny day, someone took her child to Hong Kong. She ended up losing her child for one day and eventually got her son, who was soiled in mud, back from the police station.

“That was an accident.” Shen Qianshu tried to explain.

“Bring Tong Hua back, do not talk to strangers. I shouldn’t have allowed you both to travel by yourselves.”

“If Tong Hua doesn’t bully anyone, it would be considered good already. Would he be bullied by anyone?” Lin Xiaojuan stared at her, and Shen Qianshu raised her hands and surrendered. “I will go and bring him back immediately, you wait for a while.”

The phone was hung up.

Shen Qianshu yawned and stretched her legs. When five minutes was up, she would send a message.

Shen Qianshu: Pretty lady, I have brought your godson back. We are going to bed, tired.

A classic example of pretending to comply.

Little Tong Hua was listening to the story until ten o’clock. He was so tired just like a tumbler, and Zhong Ran carried him home.

On this night, it was very calm and quiet.

Shen Qianshu, who had nearly died, was psychologically traumatized all along. She had nightmares non-stop the night before and had woken Tong Hua. She slept very well on this night and felt refreshed when she woke up in the morning. Tong Hua was in high spirits, and both of them changed into matching mother and son outfits.

A black t-shirt with a picture of a skull on the chest. Tong Hua was wearing a black pair of shorts. Shen Qianshu was wearing black hot pants, which showed off a pair of fair and long legs. She had her hair tied in a ponytail and put on a black cap. Tong Hua had the same type of cap, and both of them were wearing the same type of white shoes. They were more than just cool.

Both of them held hands and went out for breakfast. 100 percent of heads turned around to look at them.

Ye Ling and Zhong Ran were already at the cafeteria. Four men in black were following Shen Qianshu and little Tong Hua throughout. A line of people entered the cafeteria. It was a situation again where it was hard to express in a few words. Luckily, Shen Qianshu was already used to it.

In the morning, a pair of good-looking mother and son with four fierce looking bodyguards entered the cafeteria. That image was something which could not be tolerated looking at. Tong Hua had then forced them to wear casual clothes, and they were not so eye-catching. Today, Ye Ling was around, and they had gone back to their image of all dressed in black with black sunglasses, looking like ruthless men with few words.

When Shen Qianshu and Tong Hua came out and saw them, the corners of their lips twitched, and their expressions were synchronized.

“Little Master, you are so cool.” Zhong Ran blew at Little Master brainlessly. “Do you want sunglasses?”

“No.” Tong Hua did not like it.

“Good morning Master, good morning Master Zhong.” Shen Qianshu greeted magnanimously as she brought Tong Hua to get breakfast.

The breakfast was buffet style.

The seats beside the windows were almost fully occupied.

It was because no one dared to go near them.

One look and anyone could feel the atmosphere of the secret society.

Once Shen Qianshu appeared, Ye Ling did not look too good.

In a patch of black, her pair of legs was just too eye-catching.

He just walked into a patch of black and saw the pair of legs. Wear so little for whom to see?

Ye Ling’s surrounding was filled with low pressure.

Zhong Ran said, “Young Master, I think you should change your clothes, and it would be perfect.”

Ye Ling replied. “Change what clothes?”

White shirt, long pants, and the demonish buckle on the belt seemed especially sexy. Nice, it was indeed nice, but… changing into black would match both of them, mother and son, a little better.

Zhong Ran could not control himself and looked at Shen Qianshu. The first thing he saw was indeed her long legs.

The future Young Master’s wife has really nice legs.

Year of leg-playing.

A piece of bread hit his face precisely. Zhong Ran stared blankly. “…”

Which ratchet child would dare to throw bread at my face.

“Where are you looking at?”

“… Young Master, it is a misunderstanding. I am looking at Little Master. He is very cute.”

“Outrageous!”

Zhong Ran felt so wronged. It was not only him. There were many other people in the cafeteria looking at Shen Qianshu. There were no girls in Turkey wearing hot pants at all. This was a Muslim country. This was Turkey, where the women were all strictly covered up. If someone revealed a pair of long legs, it would simply be a feast for the eyes.