Song Ci smiled and bent his eyebrows, and snorted demonstratively in his heart.

If you are a little girl, dare not respect her parents and teach you to be a man!

Song Chunan squinted, looked at the red slap print on his little nephew's fat face, and lowered his eyes to look at his daughter:

Is it your fault?

Song Ci looked back innocently:

It's none of my business!

Song Chunan couldn't figure out what was going on, so he slowly let go of his hand and fed his daughter food.

She still stopped talking, annoying.

Song Hui slapped himself in pain, and howled, the kind that thundered and didn't rain.

Wang Xinfeng and the two daughters immediately hugged and coaxed, pulling his fat face to find the wound of mosquito bites.

Of course, you can't find it.

"There are no bugs at home, could it be allergies?"

Although Li Shengnan said that he was dissatisfied with Song Hui's bullying of his daughter, it was also a bad teaching by adults, and she really didn't want to be serious with an ignorant child.

Seeing that Wang Xinfeng had no idea about the commotion, and everyone didn't have the heart to eat, she cared.

Song Xin swallowed the nest in his mouth, smiled and said:

"Did you hurt yourself?"

Song Miao pulled the second brother's clothes, so that his eyes were not too talkative. The second aunt is small-minded, don't be angry.

Wang Xinfeng really turned his head angrily and glared at him!

"Xinzi, what's the matter with you? Your brother is crying in pain, you don't coax it, why do you still talk about the wind and cold? Do you still look like a brother! Your mother taught you that?"

Song Xin's mouth was about to affect his mother for a while, and he immediately wanted to refute it, but was stopped by his sister, looked at his mother with grievance and guilt, and subconsciously went to his eldest brother to call the shots.

The eldest brother is the eldest grandson in the family, and he is a tractor driver in the village, he earns a lot of money, and his words have weight, and the second aunt has to give two points of face!

Song Yu put down his chopsticks unhurriedly, first looked around at the crowd, and appeased what should be pacified and what should be deterred, and then cleared his throat and spoke:

"The second aunt felt sorry for the child, and she was in a hurry to say some angry words, and we all understood. Xinxin was also close to Huihui, and seeing that he was crying so much, he wanted to coax his younger brother and divert his attention, don't worry about the second aunt. ”

His words sounded like he was making peace with the mud, but he thought about it seriously but didn't say that his brother was wrong, and tepidly blocked all the accusations made by Wang Xinfeng just now, without suffering any loss.

Song Ci looked at this rational and protective big brother, and his favorability continued to rise!

This is what she wants her brother to look like!

And he looks like his name, and he looks better than Song Yu!

Love this big brother!

Song Yu glanced over quietly, his eyes flashing slightly.

This youngest sister has made a lot of trouble in recent days.

Although she used to be quite smart and sensible, she always felt that something was different these days. Should I say that the five uncles and five aunts will teach the children?

Song Yu's mind flashed, and he quickly looked away and refocused his attention on the difficult second aunt's family.

"Second aunt, don't worry, Huihui don't keep crying, first figure out the problem, see what the reason is, so that you can prescribe the right medicine.

Huihui, how do you feel on your face now, pain, numbness or itching? Don't keep rubbing your hands, there are bacteria on your hands, don't make the wound infected and festering, but you will suffer more. ”

He spoke slowly and logically, with a calm and relaxed air rarely seen in young people, and it was easy for people to listen to him.

Even Wang Xinfeng hurriedly let go of his hand, not suspecting that he was cursing his son's bad face, but asked Song Hui along the way:

"Xiaobao, tell Mom quickly, what's going on? It's so uncomfortable? Oh, you say it quickly, you want to die in a hurry!"

Song Hui's dog temper was still muddy towards his own mother, and he glared and shouted:

"You shut up and tell me to talk about it, it's annoying to death if you keep chattering!"