The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss

   Chapter 67 Conspiracy Loudly

   "No."

   The five-year-old boy stood up with a hoarse voice when he heard this.

   "The little bald head is very handsome!"

   Wei Yihan: …?

   "Many girls in our class want to shave their heads!"

   Wei Yihan: ? ? ? ?

   She didn't seem to expect such an answer.

   smiled reluctantly.

   Just like Tang Jin who doesn't speak the truth and has no knowledge at all, is very popular?

   "...You and Tang Jin are good friends?"

"No."

   Cheng Hao lowered his head.

   The end of his eyes is still red from crying,

   He said that before, how to be good friends with each other.

   Not to mention that he has no good friends since he was a child.

   "But Sister Wei, you can't say that about Tang Jin."

   He didn't look up, and he didn't see the twisted expression on Wei Yihan's face for a moment.

   The half-length nails with **** manicures got stuck in the flesh.

   "What's so good about her? She didn't tell you she wanted to tell you fortune, she wanted to show you your face? A mouth full of feudal dross—"

   seems to realize his excitement.

   Wei Yihan's sharp voice suddenly stopped, and then eased.

   "My cousin was fooled by her words. He is a few years older than you. I'm afraid you will believe this."

   Cheng Hao also recalled.

   What Tang Jin said today is really strange.

   But when he looked at his sister next door who often took care of him when he was a child, he felt a little strange.

   Although he is not favored by his parents, he still has an older sister who has a great temper and simply ignores people.

  Wei Yihan was bored and said goodbye quickly.

   out of the door of the family.

   The sun has set.

   The sky was left blank.

   She looked down at her palm.

   The already purple crescent-shaped marks look a little scary.

   Hate and resentment rolled in my heart.

  I have been used to it since I was a child, and I naturally feel that others cannot compare with myself.

When I knew that Tang Jin was coming back, I felt threatened, but I actually thought about it in my heart - maybe Tang Jin still has to rely on her for something. After all, the Tang family is all boys, and she will adapt to it after half a push and a half. Enough.

   But from the first sight I saw, the first sight I met with those pitch-black cat pupils.

   She felt that she didn't like her.

   Sure enough, whether it was from Tang Micheng, Tang Yan, or Cheng Hao in front of him.

   One or two were teased by Tang Jin's full of lies.

   Think carefully too.

   How could she get along with such a child.

  Why don’t others understand?

  ***

   "foot foot—"

   The little milk dumpling, who was just picked up from the bed, had a good temper and didn't get up, rubbing his eyes and sticking out his feet.

   A small sock was put on at once.

   And then got a compliment from my mother.

   "We are awesome today."

   This is also too coaxing for children.

   Now, at the age of two, I can get dressed by myself.

   The little milk dumpling blushed.

   also tried hard to say a little milk voice: "Mom, I'm just wearing socks, and I only stretched my feet today."

   "Oh, I think it's great that our baby can cooperate with the mother."

  Zhang Zhi is sorting another sock.

   She didn't have much in her hands this morning, she was still wearing pajamas, and her long, thick black curly hair was mostly pinched by her bobby pins.

   Leaving two strands in his ears, when he said this, he was less capable, gentle and gentle.

   Then a side head.

   looked at the man leaning against the door of Tang Jin's house.

   "What do you think Dad?"

   He just put on a sweater for the little milk dumpling and was rejected by his wife and drove him away. He seemed to not care, but in fact, Tang Chuang, who was looking over here, responded.

   Zhang Zhi then looked away, put on Tang Jin's socks, and took the little **** to wash.

   seems to have opened up a beauty, and the white shining fingertips rubbed the two red cheeks on the cheeks of the little tits.

   means something.

   "Where can there be a better baby than our Jinjin? You won't make trouble if you get rubbed off, just so-and-so, that method is rough, only Jinjin can bear him for a while."

someone?

  Little Nanny Jin held a toothbrush in her mouth and turned to look at her father.

  Tang Chuang:…

   The little milk dumpling's eyes turned around twice, gurglingly gargling and spitting out the foam.

   turned his head and leaned into his mother's arms, softly giving advice.

   "Then I have to punish Dad."

   Zhang Zhi raised his eyebrows.

   "Last time my father took Jinjin to buy dried apricots in a rocking cart. Dad hid a lot of them. When we find out, will Jinjin eat with my mother?"

   Zhang Zhi couldn't help laughing.

   just want to say: Baoer, can we make some progress?

  Tang Chuang was afraid that she would eat a lot of dried apricots so she could remember them clearly.

"I thought it was something," the still-beautiful woman's lips curled into a smile, like a rose climbing a wall, beautiful and soft, "Then when I come back from kindergarten today, and my mother has left my father, I will go and find it today, okay? ?"

"it is good!"

  Tang Chuang: ? ? ?

   "Are you discussing how to deal with me in front of me?"

   Conspiracy out loud? ?

   Zhang Zhi had already brought the cub out, and gave him a coquettish glance: "Oh, Mr. Tang, do you have any comments?"

   That said.

Where can    dare to have it?

  —

breakfast.

  Because the small group went to kindergarten late.

   So usually we can only see Tang Yan, who is always self-isolating at home.

   A bowl of warm wontons sprinkled with golden shredded egg rolls and dark seaweed exudes a delicious flavor.

  The little milk dumpling hummed and worked hard to pick up the wontons and drink the soup.

   He raised his head and told his mother that he was going to be a chivalrous person today, and if he had any needs, he might have to call his brother.

  Tang Chuang took a small piece of bread over there, and carefully spread the sweet and sour apricot jam specially made for the small dumplings on it.

   "The aunt at home made something new for your grandfather. Let's try it for you first."

  Tang Jin tilted his little head, took a bite, and narrowed his eyes.

   "Dad, if you want to please Jinjin, just say it directly."

  Tang Chuang:…

   He couldn't help reaching out, and lightly pinched the dumpling's face.

   "Little brat is about to become lawless."

  Zhang Zhi was asking his aunt to bring a cup of hot milk over, without lifting his eyelids, he slapped Tang Chuang's hand down.

   Tang Yan, who was sitting on the other side of the table, looked at his plate and drew a piece of bread with a cat's head with apricot jam.

   Look at what Tang Jin is holding.

   lowered his head again.

   I crossed out the line 'preparing a breakfast surprise for my sister' in my mind.

   closed again.

  ***

kindergarten.

   Xiao Nian Jin was led to her seat by Teacher Xiong, and her two short legs shook back and forth.

   The little head, which was polished by Ms. Zhang Zhi in the morning, was shining in the opposite direction.

   The jet-black cat pupil was calm, talking to Lulu next to him, while waiting for Cheng Hao to come to the kindergarten.

  It may be because Cheng Hao is ill, so I came late today.

   carrying his own small bag.

   The little cub who was crying in the quilt turned into a not so easy-going look again. He entered the door and sat down, quietly raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Jin, and then again.

   There will be more later

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   (end of this chapter)