The Long-awaited Mr Han

"There is a little boy in your class who suddenly kissed you when he was doing handiwork. When you came back, you told us. When your brother heard it, he was going to beat others. In the end, we beat him up. This idea was dismissed. "

Everyone: "..."

Shi Nancang is not easy!

Shi Nancang: "..."

Can you not mention this black history?

"It's more than that!" Du Yiqin added, "When you were in junior high school, you were blocked by school from a very obscure place next to the teaching building. In fact, people just want to ask you if they want to be their girlfriend. You were scared and shouted to your brother. I didn't expect that your brother really went. "

This is also because they went to Jixia College of Qi Family from elementary school to junior high school.

Jixia College is covered from elementary school to high school.

So even if Shi Nancang went to junior high school and Shi Xiaoya was still in elementary school, they were still in the same school.

"That kid was scolded by your brother directly." Du Yiqin said, "while high school--"

"Mom." Shi Xiaoya called quickly.

Anyway, she is not good tonight.

Now Han Zhuoling's eyes are already very bad.

Next to Han Zhuoling's cold test, Shi Xiaoya was particularly stressed.

Du Yiqin seconds understood and snickered: "Well, don't talk, don't talk."

"You see, her brother is so protective and never told her to suffer a loss, so someone really dares to provoke her, and she is also very brave." Du Yiqin said with a smile.

"It's so good, so good." The old lady nodded in agreement, "If we are outside, we can't suffer!"

At this time, Xia Qing did not hug Wang Yijun who had just woken up and returned.

The little dumpling had just woke up and was not particularly awake yet, still spitting bubbles in his mouth.

But his eyes were already open and he was watching curiously.

The old lady particularly likes small dumplings.

As soon as Xia Qing came in, the old lady followed.

The old lady was sitting with Shi Xiaoya because they had not officially opened the seat.

This small banquet hall could have placed six tables and added a performance stage.

Because there were only Wangs, Hans, and poets, four photos were removed, leaving only two.

Wang Juhuai also felt that it was inconvenient to sit and chat separately. Who would sit with whom?

This is difficult to arrange.

So, Sheng Yue simply exchanged an extra-large table for 40 people.

The turntable in the middle is electric and rotates slowly, so that when the dishes turn to their eyes, they eat.

In this way, everyone can chat at a table and get closer.

At this time Xia Qing returned without holding the little dumpling, and the old lady returned to her original position.

Sitting right beside Xia Qingwei, teasing the little dumplings.

"Ouch, these eyes are still turning, what do you see?" The old lady asked with a smile.

The little ball turned his eyes, very curious.

Look at this, look at that again.

Silly and inquisitive, it's not acceptable to everyone.

Moreover, the little dumplings have a habit of holding things.

In particular, he likes to shake hands, as long as someone stretches out a finger, he will immediately hold it.

Probably I think the fingers are particularly good to grip, just be able to be surrounded by his short and fat little fingers.

Lu Man came over and said, "Grandma, I'll show you something fun."

"What's fun?" The old lady asked like an old naughty boy.