My daughter has some space, and the ninety-year-old cannon fodder’s family has won.

Chapter 69 069. I am the unlucky guy

Ming Huanxi didn't give him a chance to retreat. He changed his gesture and attacked Minghao directly.

The couple who came out to watch the excitement almost exclaimed, "It was fine just now, why are the two brothers and sisters facing each other again?"
  Ming Yunde was about to scold him, but was stopped by Su Yun'an who noticed something was wrong earlier.

Although this kid Minghao is not good at reading, he is very agile. During the summer vacation, he often goes to the temple to steal from his master, and he actually steals some moves from him.

But what is the situation now? The joy hit him several times, even forcing him to retreat continuously.

Seeing that he was forced into a corner, Ming Huanxi stopped his movements and took a few steps back. "Second brother, come and attack me now. As long as you attack me, I will lose."

Minghao had already noticed that his parents were watching, and seeing that they didn't say anything to stop him, he knew that this was tacit approval.

He clenched his fist and cracked it, "This is what you said, father and mother, you also heard it, but my little sister asked me to attack her, so I don't want to settle the score later."

Ming Yunde said, "You little bastard, you can compete with your little sister, but you can't ignore your subordinates."

Minghao, "..." You know, he is biased again...

Ming Huanxi smiled sweetly at his parents, "It's okay. Second brother, just hit me hard. I won't cry or make trouble."

Minghao, "..."

"Hurry up, second brother." Ming Huanxi urged him again when he saw that he was still reluctant to take action.

Although Minghao mostly used fists and kicks, he also had some strength and speed. If he were an ordinary adult man, he would be hit several times.

He was slow at first, but he also increased his speed and strength. He had used tricks with Lei Shujun and the others before, and often beat Lei Shujun and Ma Zhijie to the ground alone.

It's been such a long time today, there's sweat on my forehead, but I still can't touch my little sister.

The expression on his face became more and more serious, and the speed became faster and faster. After a while, he was out of breath, but the little girl was still able to do it with ease, smiling at him calmly.

He put his hands on his knees and stopped panting, "If I don't come, I won't be able to fight at all."

Ming Yunde and the others were also a little surprised. The second boy's athletic ability was pretty good and his body reflexes were very sensitive. They didn't expect that he didn't even touch Huanxi.

Ming Yunde also came down from the steps and stood in the yard, looking at the two brothers and sisters. They were very different.

"Huanxi, when did you become so skilled?" Su Yun'an curiously touched the little girl's arm. Well, it was still as soft and soft, with no muscles as expected.

"I just told the second brother that I have a secret book, but he doesn't believe it." Ming Huanxi was a little embarrassed, and raised his chin slightly, "Second brother, do you believe it now?"

Minghao nodded repeatedly, he couldn't believe it, but his little sister defeated him with facts.

Before his parents could react, he had already rushed to Ming Huanxi's room again. When he came out, he held the notebook tightly in his arms as if he had found a treasure.

"Little sister, you told me, this is for me." Even if he didn't give it to him, he wouldn't return it.

Ming Yunde still has some vague secrets. These two children watch too many movies...

That’s not right, those happy postures just now...

Seeing that his parents' eyes were focused on him, Ming Huanxi brought up the excuse he had told Minghao before.

If years ago, Ming Huanxi said that she dreamed about martial arts moves, they would definitely disagree. As the circumstances and warnings in their dreams were confirmed, the couple were now convinced.

Ming Yunde thought more. This may be the blessing of his ancestors, giving their family a clear path.

He thought to himself that when the events during this period came to a conclusion, he would go back with tributes, offer incense to the ancestors at home, and burn more paper money.

The boss had mentioned to him before that Hao wanted to join the army, but he was still a little worried, fearing that this boy would go there full of enthusiasm but not be able to do so in the end.

Now that I have the foundation of Huanxi, I should have more opportunities.

Before, I was still hesitating whether to let the second child try it, but now it seems that I can let him have a try.

If the two brothers can make a name for themselves, they can also be a backer for Huanxi.

"Since you have this opportunity, you should practice hard, but you can't talk about it outside." Ming Yunde had made a decision in his heart, but he still had to give advice.

Especially when he looked at Minghao, "Even if it's Lei Shujun and Ma Zhijie, don't reveal it."

The three boys talked about everything since childhood, but there were two families behind those two children. Ming Yunde did not dare to gamble on people's hearts.

Minghao hesitated for a moment and nodded heavily. He could understand his father's concerns.

When Ming Yunde saw that he had agreed, he completely avoided the topic. He knew that although the second brother was a little out of tune, he had made a promise and would definitely not change his mind if he agreed.

Ming Yunde has entered middle age, but which man doesn't admire Qiang? With Minghao's somewhat resistant expression, he took out the notebook from his hand.

"Abba, be careful, don't break it." Minghao stared at his hand, afraid that he would look through it too hard.

Su Yun'an also looked sideways for a few times, but he didn't pay attention to the movements. Instead, he was attracted by the small portraits.

"These were all painted by Huanxi?" Su Yun'an still couldn't believe it. When she was young, her little girl liked to write and draw, but is she such a good painter?
  Minghao is now a loyal supporter of Ming Huanxi. Hearing his mother's question, he quickly pointed to the small words on the side, "Of course, these are my little sister's handwriting."

Ming was very happy, but he was afraid that his father and the others would find something unusual.

Unexpectedly, Su Yun'an only glanced at it a few times, then nodded and affirmed, "Huanxi's calligraphy is getting better and better now. Minghao, you need to study more. Just your dog crawling calligraphy. When writing essays, there are many teachers." I’ll deduct some points from you.”

Ming Huanxi breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he remember that his parents rarely cared about their studies except for going to work.

It is also about letting go that the three siblings have been conscious of since they were young.

Even if the brother and sister occasionally get playful, the eldest brother will keep a close eye on them.

Therefore, parents only care about their grades at the end of the semester and rarely care about their studies, let alone recognize their handwriting.

When Minghao heard what Su Yunan said, he just curled his lips. Anyway, he was used to it. In this family, he was the negative example used for comparison.

"Mom, I have no right to speak without investigation," but he also wanted to appeal to himself, "My calligraphy has improved a lot in the past few years. My little sister is practicing calligraphy, and I haven't fallen behind."

Su Yun'an glanced at him, "No matter how good your handwriting is, can it be as neat as your sister's?"

Minghao, "...Ama, did you pick me up?
  I now understand that the eldest son is pampered, the third son is spoiled, and the second eldest son is the unlucky one who gets offended. I am the unlucky one. "

(End of this chapter)