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Chapter 123: Being Calculated

Chapter 123 Being plotted

Chen Xiaohe was full of confidence and thought that he could do something in minutes, but he ran for a long time to chase the pheasant in the yard, but he couldn't catch a single one.

I accidentally stepped on a piece of fresh chicken manure, and my feet slipped and I fell to the horse gang.

Hand rubbed past the chicken manure.

Chen Xiaohe:...

yue!

Just when he was in a mess, the pheasants flying in the yard suddenly screamed shrillly.

Then a faint voice came: "Let's find a rope."

When Chen Xiaohe heard the sound, he saw his cheap junior brother with two pheasants in one hand and one step on the sole of his feet. He was standing in the middle of the yard and looking at him expressionlessly.

Chen Xiaohe glared at the junior brother of the plaintiff: "You, have you caught it?" Is it so fast?

He just fell for a while and all five pheasants were caught, so why did he chase the pheasants for a long time just now?

Chen Xiaohe fell into deep autism.

At this time, a soft and sweet little breast sound came from the room.

"Have you caught it so soon? Wow, little brother, it's you!"

As soon as Chen Xiaohe looked up, he saw his aunt poking out her round little head from the window, and her big black eyes flashed and looked at her cheap junior brother.

Chen Xiaohe suddenly felt something was wrong.

How could he feel like he was being plotted?

Thinking about the flag he set up to his aunt just now, but now he not only failed to catch a chicken, but also fell to the ground in a mess.

Let’s take a look at the cheap junior brother, the chicken with his left hand and the chicken with his right hand. He is still standing under his feet. The most important thing is that he is standing!

The more I thought about it, the more I doubted Chen Xiaohe was, why did this brat not come in early or late? But he came in at this time? He must have done it on purpose!

He just wanted to use himself to show his face in front of his aunt!

Chen Xiaohe immediately got up from the ground, not caring about the chicken manure he had all over his hands, and hurriedly blocked his junior brother in front of him, smiling at Si Qing by the window and said, "Auntie, the pheasant has been caught, wait for me to clean..."

Clean, you're coming out...

Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, Si Qing shrank his head and closed the window.

Chen Xiaohe wanted to cry.

He must have been disliked by his aunt just now, wuwu...

"Did you do it on purpose? You must have deliberately wanted me to make a fool of myself in front of my aunt!"

Chen Xiaohe glared at his junior brother angrily.

"You misunderstood. I came in after you fell." The boy shook his head and said in a cold voice.

Chen Xiaohe's eyes widened: "I said you didn't mean it? You can't come in early? You have to fall down..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door of the room suddenly opened. My aunt was wearing a small pink and white brocade dress with blooming peach blossoms embroidered on the skirt, blooming with her movements, like a peach blossom elf.

He ran towards this side cutely and cutely.

"Auntie, the floor is dirty, I'll hold you!" Chen Xiaohe's eyes lit up. How could his aunt be so cute?

At this moment, I didn't care about my junior brother, so I trotted to meet him and wanted to be Si Qing's human transportation tool.

However, Si Qing ignored him directly and ran straight to his junior brother, tilted his little head and asked softly:

"Brother, do you still remember me? You didn't tell me your name last time, what's your name?"

Chen Xiaohe, who was ignored with enthusiasm, was not discouraged, and hurried over and answered: "Auntie, his name is Xiao Yifeng, he..."

Before he could finish his words, Si Qing looked at the boy with a innocent look on his face: "Little brother, is your name Xiao Yifeng?"

Chen Xiaohe:...

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