Reborn Top Student and Sweet Little Wife

"Isn't he not Lu Jinshen's son?" Tong Qiao blocked her, expecting that she would not admit that Lu Ziqian was not Lu Jinshen's child.

really!

Sheng Yufei's face changed, without rebuttal.

Tong Qiao waved his hand to the side of the road.

Sheng Yufei felt that there was a fire burning in her chest, and she was almost smoky, but Aunt Lin was here. She was not good at attacking. She couldn't even say a vent, she could only bear it, and she reluctantly stepped aside.

Tong Qiao returned to the car and drove away. After about 40 minutes, she went to a large scenic park in the capital. Today she plans to have a picnic.

A carpet was laid on the ground, and Aunt Lin was placed to sit down, and then pulled the land to remove the barbecue grill and ingredients from the car.

When things started to stand, Tong Qiao started to roast things and asked Lu Ziqian, who was obviously sullen beside him, "Not happy?"

Lu Ziqian shook his head and stood next to him with a small mouth to watch Tong Qiao roast things.

Tong Qiao let out a hand and touched Lu Ziqian’s bobo head, "If you want a mother, I can send you to her at any time."

Lu Ziqian lowered his head and did not speak. After a long silence, he looked up at Tong Qiao, "I like to be with my sister."

Tong Qiao laughed and ridiculed, "Don't you like being with me?"

Lu Ziqian didn't reply, and then dropped his head, said in his heart: like, like it very much.

"Your little unconscience thing hurts you white." Tong Qiao lightly hit Lu Ziqian's small body with his elbow. "Don't stand still, I won't give you something to cook."

"Ah?" Lu Ziqian looked at Tong Qiao's golden roasted chicken wings and swallowed.

"I want to eat my own roast."

Lu Ziqian drew a small face, "But I won't."

"How can I know if I haven't tried it? Hands on, I will teach you."

"Good." Lu Ziqian's innocent smile appeared on his face, learning to look like Tong Qiao, rolled up his small sleeves, and took his favorite chicken leg to start baking.

Tong Qiao mentioned him from time to time, "Brush the oil... turn the face...it's going to be ripe soon, keep turning it...sprinkle cumin powder...Lu Ziqian, you're stupid... look at me, like this..."

Lu Ziqian was anxious and excited, and a thin layer of sweat oozed out on his forehead, but he was very serious in learning, and with his small mouth humbly asking for advice, Tong Qiao's heart softened.

Lu Ziqian exhaled, and finally baked one. Although the appearance was not very good, but looking delicious, he added small lips and sent the chicken legs to his mouth. The next second...

With his hands empty, the chicken legs were snatched by a slender hand.

Tong Qiao did not say a bite of the chicken leg he grabbed, and then said with disgust: "It's baked, it's hard to eat."

Lu Ziqian looked at the roasted chicken drumsticks, and the small eyebrows were screwed together, but someone refused to give it back, but still sent it to his mouth. Seeing that there were fewer chicken thighs, Lu Ziqian was so greedy. Swallowing straight, "Leave me a sip."

"Want?"

Lu Ziqian nodded hurriedly, "Uh."

"Here you." Tong Qiao handed over half-eaten chicken legs to Lu Ziqian, and when he reached over to pick it up, he took it away. "If you want to eat, grab it, and give it to you if you grab it."

Lu Ziqian's round eyes looked at the chicken drumstick in Tong Qiao's hand for a while, then silently withdrew his gaze, "You like you to eat, I'll bake another one."

Tong Qiao, "..." Eat as you eat, I won't believe it, and can't inspire your nature?

Lu Ziqian's roasted second chicken leg was snatched by Tong Qiao again. He gritted his teeth and grumbled, "Why did you snatch me again?"

Tong Qiao took a bite of the robbed chicken leg and looked like a little bully. "How? I'm happy to grab you. Do you have an opinion?"

Lu Ziqian muttered unpleasantly, "You bully the child."

"I'll bully you, you have the ability to bite me, bite me." Tong Qiao biting chicken legs irritably Lu Ziqian.

Lu Ziqian looked at Tong Qiao with a small cheek. Tong Qiao's heart was broken, and the cheek was helped. The cheek was helped.

You have to add another fire.

Tong Qiao's eyes turned and his eyes fell on the unburnt charcoal, and a cunning light flashed under his eyes. He touched a handful of black charcoal, and took a look at his face while Landing Qian was not paying attention.

The little boy's white and tender face immediately became dark.

Tong Qiao smiled a little while holding his chicken legs, "Ha ha ha ha, Xiao Bao Gong, ugly dead."

The angry little universe in Lu Ziqian's heart could not bear it anymore. It was too much. He snatched his drumsticks and wiped his charcoal dust. The tiger didn't show his power. Was he really a sick cat?

Lu Ziqian threw the chicken leg in Tong Qiao's hand, "Mine, give it back to me."

It’s a child, I can’t help it.

Tong Qiaole bloomed flowers, and while avoiding Lu Ziqian, he wiped the charcoal ash on his nose. "It's yours to grab it."

Lu Ziqian touched the tip of his nose with his small hand, and his palm was dark immediately. He raised his small hand and pounced on Tong Qiao. "The chicken legs are back to me, and I want you to become a black-faced boy."

Aunt Lin was sitting on the carpet, holding An An in one hand, and shaking the rattle with the other in her hand, her eyes falling on the big and small person who was not far away, all with a smile of relief on her face.

Lu Ziqian was obviously quieter when he came back this time. Aunt Lin saw it in her eyes, anxiously. At this time, she finally regained her vitality. She still had a way. The child should be like this. It was much quieter and lifeless all day long. It hurts.

After the quarrel, Tong Qiao took Landis Qian to the bathroom for cleaning.

Lu Ziqian seemed to feel that he had behaved improperly just now. He glanced at Tong Qiao with small eyes, and looked like a thief.

Tong Qiao felt that Lu Ziqian's sight was not seen. He first cleaned his face and hands, then bent over and washed his face in front of the faucet. After washing, he narrowed his eyes and reached out. "Little devil, towel. "

Lu Ziqian's dark grape-like eyes swept around and found that Tong Qiao had only brought a towel. Now he was in his hand. He just wiped it and hesitated for two seconds. "Wait a minute, I'll get it."

Tong Qiao pulled the towel in Lu Ziqian's hand and wiped his face at will. When he wiped his hands, he leaned down and landed on Zi Qian. "Fart, what's the point?"

"Mom said she couldn't talk to you..." Lu Ziqian realized that she was wrong, and hurriedly covered her mouth with her small hand.

"Can't do anything with me?"

Lu Ziqian shook his head while covering his mouth.

Tong Qiao bent over, put his hands on his knees, and approached Lu Ziqian, his eyes flush with him, "Can't you get too close to me?"

Lu Ziqian lowered his hand and blinked without speaking.

Tong Qiao saw Lu Ziqian's reaction and knew she was right, and Teng got up and strode out.

Lu Ziqian thought Tong Qiao was angry with him, and his short legs hurried out, "Aunt Tong, wait for me."