Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, after the fastest update of the book, I married the protagonist and his uncle's latest chapter!"Uncle, Xiao Qi will be good." Xiao Qi promised: "It won't disturb Mommy's study, okay?"

Wu Yang also persuaded him: "Mr. Huo, I think Xiao Qi is pretty good, so you can leave him behind. If he disturbs Miss Ling's study, I will explain the situation to you."

Big Brother Xu Xi has already told him about the situation, so he must follow Miss Ling's words, and everything depends on her.

Huo Ci sneered and looked at Ling Sheng: "If you fail to pass 145 or above in maths in the college entrance examination, please wait for me!"

Ling Sheng smiled, "Thank you, uncle."

Xiao Qi: "Thank you, uncle."

Huo Ci left, looking at the stinky boy without nostalgia, standing at the door, waving and smiling at him, feeling angry.

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It's a bird's use to hurt him, except to piss him off, except to stink him, it's useless, and I forgot him when I saw his mother.

Xiao Qi is very good, and she nests in the bay window of the study to look at the picture book. She is playing with the blocks by herself, and her voice is very small, so she is afraid to disturb Mommy's study.

There was heating in the room, but it was not enough. Ling Sheng was afraid that he would be cold, so he spread an electric blanket on the bay window.

When Jun Shiyan passed by, the little guy fell asleep on his stomach, with a picture book pressed under his head, his little face was red, and the picture book was removed distressingly.

The little guy woke up, opened his eyes and looked at him with a small voice, still remembering where he was: "Uncle Jun, where is my mommy?"

Jun Shiyan looked at the little guy, his eyes were slightly moist, and his heart was soft, how could there be such a sensible child, and whispered: "Doing the test paper, do you want to read the story to you?"

On the windowsill, there are a thick stack of picture books. There are original English editions, pop-up books, and translated editions. They are not very new and should have been turned over many times.

Xiao Qi shook his head and looked at him with big bright eyes: "Uncle Jun, let me tell you a story, I will do all of them."

Mommy, grandma and grandpa would read stories to him. If he pestered grandpa, grandpa would also read stories to him.

When Ling Sheng finished an examination paper, he stretched his waist, but raised his eyes to see that the room was empty, the people were gone, and the curtains in front of the bay window were closed.

Walking over and pulling a little curtain quietly, he saw the handsome man sitting leaning back on the small bay window, his eyes slightly closed, and he was asleep.

The child in his arms sleeps sweetly against his chest.

The child also has a book in his hand.

There was heavy snow flying outside, and white feathers drifted from the windows, like petals.

The light came in, and the two people sleeping at the moment were beautiful and warm. They all turned their faces slightly, only looking at the side faces, it was as if they were carved out of a mold.

Ling Sheng's eyes were gentle, and the corners of his lips were curled unconsciously. He tiptoedly took a silk quilt and covered them.

The man didn't know when she woke up. He gently held her hand and moved it inside, with a hoarse voice that had just woke up, and a gentle voice: "Tired, take a break."

Ling Sheng didn't expect to wake him up, the bay window was originally not big, but she was just a small one, and she squeezed in, leaning half of the man's shoulder to see the heavy snow outside.

Jun Shiyan curled his eyebrows slightly, and he could see the little girl's pink face and the little piggy sleeping in his arms.

The corners of his lips were slightly curled up, and his heart was full, warm, and very ironed. That's it. For the first time, he prayed for God so that his future life would be so momentous.