When we came downstairs, breakfast was already prepared on the table.
"Madam, miss, you eat slowly, I will come over and clean up later."
The servant Aunt Zhao went down, and only Yang Xiaoqiao and Ye Pingan were left at the dinner table.
Of course, there is also Ye Xiong who is hiding his body with a restraint next to him.
"Ping An, stop playing with your phone and have breakfast quickly. We are almost there." Yang Xiaoqiao said seriously.
Ye Pingan is eleven years old and is about to enter the sixth grade. He looks very similar to Yang Xiaoqiao. He is already very beautiful at such a young age.
Ye Pingan put his phone on the table and started eating breakfast.
Breakfast is very rich, including milk bread, eggs, and porridge.
Yang Xiaoqiao looked around while watching.
Suddenly, she felt something sticking to her back. She was startled and couldn't help but scream.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Ye Pingan looked at her strangely.
"Oh...it's nothing. I think it's getting late and I'm afraid of being late." Yang Xiaoqiao said quickly.
"A surprise."
Yang Xiaoqiao breathed a sigh of relief. The next moment, she felt a pair of hands slipping through her clothes and caressing her gently.
Yang Xiaoqiao was under the table and twisted Ye Xiong hard.
Ye Xiong knew that she was not happy and did not dare to mess around.
"Ping An, do you miss dad?" Yang Xiaoqiao suddenly asked.
"What do you want that bastard for?" Ye Ping'an rolled his eyes: "Things that abandoned his wife and daughter."
"Don't talk nonsense. Your father rarely comes back because he has something to do." Yang Xiaoqiao became serious: "Remember when you were five years old, what happened in the kindergarten? If it hadn't been for your father, I don't know how many people would have had accidents. At that time,
You are still proud of him!"
"I was still young at that time and didn't understand anything."
"Are you very big now, and what do you know?"
"I know that a man who abandons his wife and daughter is not a good man."
"You..." Yang Xiaoqiao stood up in excitement.
Ye Xiong quickly supported her from behind and said in a voice that could only be heard by two people: "Don't get excited, take your time."
Yang Xiaoqiao finally sat down and said angrily: "Ping An, you are eleven years old now. You need to be sensible. Your father has important things to do, and your mother is always by your side. Isn't this enough? Can you stop messing with me?
Mom is sad?"
"If I don't mess with you, won't you be sad?" Ye Ping'an raised his mouth.
Yang Xiaoqiao: "..."
"The time is up, don't eat, you deserve to starve to death."
Yang Xiaoqiao stood up, took her schoolbag in her hand, and walked towards the garage.
Ye Pingan staggered out, opened the car door and got in.
Ye Xiong followed him into the car and sat down in the back seat, close to Ye Pingan.
After getting in the car, Ye Pingan started playing with his mobile phone again.
Ye Xiong took a look and saw that it was a memory game with hundreds of cards.
He leaned his head to take a look, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became, and his mouth opened wide.
Ye Ping'an opened it one by one and read it from beginning to end, and then he could accurately match it.
This little brat is too outrageous. It would be impossible for him to do it.
"Oh, I made a mistake." Ye Ping'an cursed.
Ye Xiong's face turned dark.
At this young age, I already use foul language.
"Classmate Ye Ping'an, I solemnly warn you again not to use foul language. This is impolite." Yang Xiaoqiao criticized seriously.
Ye Ping'an acted as if he hadn't heard anything. A moment later, he made another mistake.
"The sun is wrong again." Ye Ping'an cursed.
"Isn't the sun in the sky?" Yang Xiaoqiao asked strangely.
How does she know the meaning of this sun?
Ye Xiong's face turned darker and darker.
Ye Pingan played for a while and soon solved the pairing.
"It's boring."
She threw her phone on the table, then took out a pamphlet from her bag and read it.
Ye Xiong thought it was some kind of extracurricular book, but when he took a closer look, he was shocked.
As long as the booklet has four small words written on it: Booklet of Cultivation of Immortality.
This is an introductory booklet to self-cultivation.
Ye Xiong suddenly remembered that when he left this thing for Yang Xiaoqiao, he had told her that if Ye Pingan could live an ordinary life, don't let her step into the path of cultivation, but if she really couldn't help it, let her
Practice.
He never imagined that she would start practicing at such a young age.
In mid-air, wisps of weak vitality gradually gathered and floated towards the car.
Although this kind of vitality is very weak and can almost be ignored for Ye Xiong, it already shows that Ye Ping'an has already started practicing Qi refining.
He scanned it with his spiritual sense and found that Ye Pingan had reached the second level of Qi refining.
At the second level of Qi Refining, she can't cast spells yet, but for her at such a young age, it's already incredible.
At least, she is free from all diseases now. If she does not encounter external danger, her body will not even catch a cold.
It took almost half an hour to go to school, and Ye Ping'an concentrated for half an hour.
It is almost impossible for a girl of her age to focus on one thing so much.
A born cultivator!
Ye Bufan's qualifications are already very good, and his academic performance is much better than that of his peers. Unexpectedly, Ye Ping'an is even more powerful.
At a young age, he has already learned how to practice cultivation.
"Ping An, get off the car quickly, you're going to be late." Yang Xiaoqiao said.
"I know, wordy."
Ye Ping'an stopped, opened the car door, and walked towards the school entrance.
Ye Xiong removed the invisible restrictions and revealed his body.
"You heard me, this girl has a very stubborn personality. Sometimes I can't do anything to her." Yang Xiaoqiao smiled bitterly.
"You wait here first, I'll go inside to see how this little girl is like at school."
After Ye Xiong finished speaking, he hid his body and walked down towards the school entrance.
Soon, he saw Ye Pingan walking in front with a schoolbag on his back. He even walked in an old-fashioned way.
Suddenly, three boys stood in front of her.
"Ye Pingan, stop here." The leader, a tall, fat boy, shouted.
Standing next to the fat boy were two slightly shorter students. The three of them had their hands on their hips and looked old-fashioned.
"Good dogs don't block the road, get out of the way." Ye Pingan said angrily.
"Ye Pingan, you beat me up two days ago, and today I'm here to settle the score with you." The fat boy shouted.
Ye Ping'an looked at the two boys behind him and snorted coldly: "One is rubbish, and the three are also rubbish. Is there any difference?"
"How dare you, Ye Pingan, look down on us and beat him up."
The two helpers beside the fat boy rushed over aggressively.
The surrounding students screamed, some went to tell the teacher, and more were watching the show.
Just when everyone thought that Ye Pingan would suffer a loss, a shocking scene happened.
I saw Ye Ping'an pick up his heavy schoolbag, bang bang twice, and hit the faces of the two people who were rushing towards him.
Two boys who were a head taller than her were immediately knocked to the ground.
Ye Pingan walked over, picked up his schoolbag, and hit the two men hard until they were unable to fight back.
Over there, the fat boy was startled and ran away.
Ye Ping'an was five meters away and threw his schoolbag directly at him, beating the fat boy until he fell to the ground with dust all over his face.
The fat boy got up and was about to run away, but Ye Pingan had already ran in front of him, sat on his back, twisted his ears, and pulled hard.
"It hurts, it hurts, Ye Pingan, Sister An, please let go."
"Little Fatty Zhu, you can do it. How dare you ask someone to stop me?" Ping An was frightened and pulled hard.
"Sister An, I was wrong, I don't dare to do it anymore." Zhu Xiaopang whined loudly.