"Noisy. ”

Song Ci felt her mother's bad mood, and glared at the noisy Song Hui in disgust.

Speaking of which, he is still the murderer of Xiao Song porcelain.

Song Ci didn't have the pedantic idea of beating children.

When a child does evil, the destructive power is not bad at all.

She saw it with her own eyes.

Thank you for the rule of law.

If this is put in the last days, huh.

"Mom is not angry, I am good. ”

Song Ci didn't take Song Hui as an ordinary human cub in his eyes, reached out and gently patted his mother's back, coquettish and cute.

Song Hui is nothing, not even a single hair of her mother is compared!

Song Hui was so frightened by her glance that his heart was almost skipping a beat, his throat was so tight that he didn't dare to come out, his face was red, and he stiffened his two legs fluttering in mid-air, not to mention how stupid he was.

Li Shengnan snorted lightly and sneered:

The upper beam is not correct and the lower beam is crooked, which is also a non-table.

Fortunately, it's someone else's child who is so stupid.

Li Shengnan comfortably touched his daughter's little face, and frowned:

"Why does it seem a little hot again? Mom, come and see. ”

Song Ci didn't feel uncomfortable, he was warmed by the sun, but he had a strange sense of satisfaction in charging.

Mrs. Song saw that Song Hui was no longer making trouble, and she was also secretly relieved.

It's hard to be at home, and it's even harder to have a bowl of water.

She admits that she is more partial to the old five, but the old five is different!

The fifth child was a daughter of Song Ci, and she was bullied by Song Hui in front of her, and she was not upset.

The child is still sick!

Outsiders are still watching!

Mrs. Song secretly scolded Wang Xinfeng for stirring up the family, and hurriedly raised her hand to touch her granddaughter's forehead:

"It seems to be a little hot. Hurry into the house, stand in this sun, don't get heat stroke again. ”

Song Ci didn't feel malice from the old lady, so she stayed quietly in her mother's arms and let her milk touch her head.

"Milk, I'm fine, I'm not uncomfortable. ”

Mrs. Song listened to her little granddaughter's soft little voice, and her heart was ironing for a while, and she said happily:

"Okay, it's not uncomfortable. Milk to boil brown sugar egg water, wait. ”

Then he turned back to the others and said:

"Comrade, you come into the house and sit, Katsuo, you entertain the guests well. Keiko, hurry up and find your father and the captain, and tell the big guys to come back. ”

Song Chunqing promised to run away.

Li Shengnan carried his daughter into the house, asked Zhang Jing to sit casually, and handed her to her, worrying:

"Teacher Zhang, you also touch it, is Bao'er feverish?"

Zhang Jing eased up for a while, the nausea of motion sickness went down a lot, and when he heard this, he also raised his hand to test the temperature of Song Ci's forehead, and said uncertainly:

"Like, a little? I don't think it's too hot. Otherwise, you can wipe her with a wet hand towel to cool down physically. ”

"Oh yes. ”

Li Shengnan was concerned about it, and only came back to his senses when he was reminded, put his daughter on the chair next to him, and ran out to wring a wet hand towel.

Song Ci swayed his calves, not very fond of this feeling of not being able to be down-to-earth.

How long will it take for this to grow again?

She sighed sadly, and quickly perked herself up, consciously taking on the duty of greeting guests:

"Auntie, you drink water, the thermos is there, you can pour it yourself. ”

Zhang Jing faced a little child, but she was more comfortable, picked up the kettle and poured water as she said, and asked:

"Do you drink?"

Song Ci didn't say anything polite to her, and said politely:

"Then give me a little too, thank you, Auntie. ”

"You're welcome. ”

Zhang Jing was amused by this little person, poured most of the enamel jar water and fed her first, and looked around the room by the way.

The house was clean, but it was also really poor and lackluster.

Song Ci also looked at the room and was noncommittal.

It's not much better, it's far worse than her former home;

But at least it is much better to have walls and covers than to sleep in the wilderness.

"Auntie, I've drunk it, you can drink it. ”

Song Ci restrained herself and simply quenched her thirst, and she still had to keep her stomach waiting for the brown sugar egg water for milk.

"That's good. ”

Zhang Jing wiped a little water stain from the corner of her mouth, and she didn't dislike it, picked up the jar and turned the position, and went up to drink the water happily.

There was a sound of talking in the courtyard.

Zhang Jing raised her eyes and looked, happy:

"Our little Xiangyang is here. ”