Three-year-old little dragon cub: I am a group favorite in the villain's house

Chapter 332: Wake up, can you help our family find a dog?
Old Mrs. Song rushed to Song Zhao's face, and she didn't care that Old Doctor Yang was still standing there in surprise. She stretched out her hand and pushed towards Song Zhao, and said in a bad voice: "I gave you face, didn't I? Regardless of whether you are Song Zhao or not, how qualified are you to talk about our children, ah?"

Mrs. Song has an extremely shrewish personality, and the list of shrews that Song Jichen mentioned before was no joke.

However, she was a widow, raising a child, and had she not been more aggressive in character, it is hard to say whether mother and son would have survived until now.

"Chun Hua'er, don't make trouble unreasonably." Song Zhao was caught off guard and was pushed by Mrs. Song, staggering back two steps.

"Am I making trouble unreasonably? If you are really Song Zhao, how come you have the nerve to come to us? Remember this for me. If you come to disturb our children in the future, I will kill you." After saying this, Mrs. Song pulled her Song Weiguo is leaving.

"You still need me to treat your illness." Song Zhao grabbed Mrs. Song's sleeve. He had studied medicine for many years and could tell at a glance what was wrong with Mrs. Song.

"How dare I bother you?" Mrs. Song snorted coldly, turned around and glared at him in warning before leaving with Song Weiguo.

"Mom, wait for me outside, I have something to say." Song Weiguo patted Mrs. Song's hand reassuringly.

Mrs. Song glanced at him suspiciously, but finally walked out of the yard with Mrs. Yang, leaving the space for these two people.

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Xingxing has six days of school and one day off. On the day of rest, the family happens to go to the grape fields on the mountain to fertilize. The grapevines have sprouted. It is the time when warblers are flying and grass is growing on the mountain.

Hearing that he was going to the mountains, Xingxing got into Song Weiguo's basket early.

Seeing the little girl sitting full, Song Weiguo picked up the fat boy in a funny way and said funnyly: "Wake up, you can't get fat anymore. No matter how fat you are, this basket won't be able to hold you."

"Grandma said she would make another big basket." Xingxing said without any worry.

"Children are full of fat, and they will be fine when they grow up." Anyway, in Mrs. Song's place, everything is the fault of the fat.

"Big Head will probably come today too." Song Jichen said, and stuffed Dahei into the basket. Except for Uncle Gui who was at home looking at the backyard, the family set off towards the grape fields halfway up the mountain. .

The scenery on this mountain is excellent, and there are many people grazing their cattle and sheep.Xingxing sat in the bamboo basket with half of her body stretched out.

"I want to go down and pick flowers." As soon as he was put on the ground, Xingxing ran towards the grass next to the grape field.

Song Weiguo winked, and Song Jiyuan immediately followed, protecting the little cub.

She is easy to coax and not annoyed. As long as she has food and water, she can sit there and play all day long.

Mrs. Song couldn't do heavy work, so she was digging shepherd's purses and preparing to go home to make dumplings. Song Weiguo and the others were busy digging the ground.

On the ground, Xingxing sat down on the ground and began to pick at the small wild flowers around him.

Song Jiyuan didn't say anything. He sat next to Xingxing and knitted a small straw hat with soft grass.

Not far away, Song Zhao happened to go up the mountain to collect herbs and prepare prescriptions for Mrs. Song. He immediately saw the little cub sitting on the ground obediently picking flowers.

"Hey, Xingxing is here. Grandma needs your help with something." Just when Xingxing was having a great time, Aunt Wang from Blacksmith Wang's house in the village walked quickly towards Xingxing. come over.

"Wake up, my dog ​​is missing. I've been looking for it all day. Can you help us look for it?"

(End of this chapter)