After dinner, Su Zixi was washing dishes and putting away the dishes in the kitchen. Su Zixi glanced at An Ruoyu, who was playing against Su Shaoling, and took a fur mat to sit on the floor together, accompanying her.

"Do you want a game?"

An Ruoyu opened the buttoned picture and pasted it on Su Shaoling's picture. Su Shaoling pointed with her little finger and couldn't find a way out. She beat the collapse surface in annoyance and said unconvinced: "Little uncle, how are you doing?"

, bullying Ling'er!"

Children in ancient times developed their IQs relatively early.

In this time and space that Leng Yuhan has passed through, the picture matching game is just like the jump board maze used to enlighten the thinking development direction of modern children. It is the fastest and easiest intellectual game to train children to find the way out of the maze! [

An Ruoyu played with Su Shaoling purely for children's fun. They gave in at every step, but in the end, they still won.

Seeing Su Shaoling's unhappy face of losing, An Ruoyu touched Su Shaoling's little head and said with a smile: "When there is a chance, I will introduce you to a little brother. If you play with him, you won't know how to do it."

Such a disappointment.”

"Little brother? Is this my uncle's child? Uncle, are you married?"

The childish child said tenderly, with a look of surprise mixed with a little envy. Su Shaoling then asked, "Which woman is so lucky to marry such a beautiful person as my uncle!"

"Um?"

"flutter!"

An Ruoyu was stunned, calmed down for a while, and smiled lightly, with a dark and bitter look between her eyebrows.

Su Zixi took a sip of hot tea, and before she could drink it, she choked out, and she choked seriously. Su Zixi wiped the tea and wondered in her heart, who did she offend today, why do she always get choked? Is she too impatient?

"Did Shaoling make a mistake? Are you not married, uncle? Isn't the little brother the uncle you have outside, who has a son out of wedlock?"

His big eyes turned around, Su Shaoling was thinking more avant-garde, and his thinking was quite up to date with fashion.

In comparison, An Ruoyu and Su Zixi were a bit out of date. They looked in disbelief. It was hard to imagine how the little boy could say such young and mature words.

"Eh? You adults are so weird! Isn't Ling'er's words very rude? Isn't Ling'er also a illegitimate child of his father? Ling'er is not surprised, why are you making such a fuss? How can you do this in the future when such a trivial matter has become such a mess?

Stay calm in times of crisis and take care of Ling'er?"

The little man jumped and fell to the ground. Su Shaoling looked down on him and gave An Ruoyu and Su Zixi a few murmuring looks. He stomped his son back and forth on the ground, his numb calf.

"

An Ruoyu looked at Su Zixi, her lips slightly parted, and her face turned green and red as Su Shaoling's little mouth spoke, and the color changed back and forth, almost turning into a beautiful and elegant chameleon.

"Ling'er is a little, a little sensible! Ha! Haha!"

Avoiding An Ruoyu's probing eyes, Su Zixi lowered her head and explained, holding the hand holding the tea cup and suppressing her trembling smile.

Ling'er, this kid, really knows how to talk! He can hurt others without spitting out their bones?

"Ling'er, are you talking nonsense again?" [

After putting away the dishes, as soon as he walked into the room, he saw the relatively embarrassed faces of An Ruoyu and Su Zixi. He picked up Su Shaoling and scolded them.

Su Shaoling grabbed Su Zixin's sleeves aggrievedly and pulled down hard with her little hands, "Ling'er is gone! It was my uncle who told Ling'er to meet his little brother! Don't blame Ling'er! Don't blame Ling'er!"

"Let him down! It's getting late, just coax him to sleep! An Ruoyu and I will rest as soon as we figure it out!"

Su Zixi had always been very fond of Su Shaoling and never let Su Shaoling suffer at all. When she saw Su Zixin was about to burst into anger, she offered to help and could not bear to have Su Zixin punish his cute little nephew.

"Don't play too late! An Ruoyu, there is medicine on the table to treat your arm injury. Drink it before going to sleep!"

Holding the little figure in her arms and closing the door to leave, Su Zixin was like a little housekeeper, nagging words like raindrops of instructions.

"good!"

Stretching out her arms to reach the medicine bowl, An Ruoyu drank the medicine in advance so as not to forget it before going to bed.

"you

After setting up the drawing board for matching pictures, Su Zixi opened the pattern and matched a pattern. Su Zixi chose the nearest and best drawing path and moved forward one step further.

"Haha, a few days ago, in the Xuan Zhao chess competition, the story about the soul chess master abandoning the chess and abandoning Guo Zhao was widely spread in the two countries. Didn't General Su hear about it?"

He doesn't believe it!

An Ruoyu curled her lips in a self-deprecating manner, her deep eyes full of sarcasm. The peerless face painted by Meiyule smiled like the wind, and looked gentle and kind, but in fact, it was as cold as ice, with an underlying coldness.
Chapter completed!