妈的，又被抓回来了。

苏云玥扯着嗓子骂，声音尖锐得能刺破苍穹，怀里的小包子闻言，小奶包的脸肉鼓鼓地鼓起来，小拳头挥舞着，小嘴瘪得像只快饿死的猫。

“娘亲，咱又被卖了？”小包子奶声奶气地问，一双圆溜溜的大眼睛水汪汪的，小眉头皱成了个“川”字。

苏云玥， peeked into the small face, lips slightly pursed: "Liar, this time it's not the same person who sold you."

The little guy didn't quite understand the meaning, but he knew that his mother was angry, so he would naturally follow the rhythm and: "It's not good? Can we rebel?" He just started to learn some words lately, and he would practice them everywhere.

苏云玥 buried his face in the baby's soft hair: "Little meatball, this time it's really offensively sold, and this time the buyer is the dog-eyed third young master of the Lang family. Young master Lang, yes, named Lang Yuan."

Lang Yuan, of course, is not a kind person, but a playboy. He likes women, and he doesn't care if they are honest or not. As long as they look good, they are all his targets. The Lang family is a big family in the city, so even if it is a dirty trick to steal, no one cares.