"Milk, are you alright?"

Song Miao saw that a few people had not come out, so she patted the door outside with concern and asked.

Mrs. Song looked at the yellow skin that was groomed like dough by her little granddaughter, and all the mysterious, terrifying and awe-inspiring emotions before were gone.

She sighed indescribably and whispered:

"Don't call it hurtful, I really don't want to go, just keep it. ”

It's this species issue, we have to discuss it again, and we will have time to go back to it.

Song Chunan and the others had no objections, and Xiaobai Tuanzi's protest was invalid.

It didn't bother to protest, maybe it was too comfortable, holding Song Ci's arm without claws, it almost turned over its belly and shouted not to stop.

Mrs. Song didn't even look at it. Look at its useless look!

"It's okay, what can it be. It's just a gadget running at home that scares your sister, it's okay. ”

Mrs. Song explained and opened the door and went out, revealing the plush in Song Ci's arms.

"Ah, is this a cat? It's so pretty, can you give me a hug?"

Song Miao is an invisible plush control, and when she saw such a top-notch cute thing, she was suddenly so fascinated that she couldn't find the north, and reached out to hug it.

Song Ci was slightly stunned and looked at her father for help.

Song Chun'an willingly refused.

"Miao, this thing isn't a cat. I don't know where I came from, maybe I'm not clean. You wait until you've given it the injection and the flea and then you're going to tease it. ”

Song Miao's mind was not hot enough to listen to the words, and when she heard the words, she nodded again and again, her eyes glued to the little cute thing and couldn't move away.

Mrs. Song shook her head, and she didn't know if it was good or bad to have this little thing in the house.

"Bao'er, you are optimistic about it, stay away and talk to Li Aijuan and them, and they are in a hurry to go back." ”

Song Ci nodded in agreement, hugged the little guy to show her mother, and explained again.

Li Shengnan is still very cautious about his daughter's pets, but this is really not the time to speak, so he simply told her to pay attention to safety and talk about it later.

Li Aijuan recovered well, and she slept refreshed, but most of her memories were still stuck at the age of seven, and after delaying these years, her intellectual development was somewhat affected, and she lacked common sense, and she could make up for most of it by acquired education. Nature

Song Ci listened attentively, of course, it was the kind that was unaware;

Then I heard Li Guoxin telling his daughter that Qiao Zhibang had bumped into her taking a bath.

Song Ci was originally quite angry.

If you don't rot in your stomach, why do you still talk about it everywhere? Do you still have the idea of relying on Qiao Zhibang? He is in his fifties!

What she didn't expect was that Li Aijuan, who was about seven years old, didn't understand her father's tangled points at all, and asked very bluntly, what happened to my grandfather when he bumped into me taking a bath, and you rubbed my back the year before last.

A grandfather directly called Song Ci to spray toothbrushing water.

This generation is really, wonderful!

For Li Qi-year-old, isn't Qiao Zhibang a real grandfather and a bad old man?

The little girl's mind is pure, where do you want to get all that mess.

And the year before last, her father helped her take a bath and rub her back, she was only five years old at that time, and there was nothing wrong with it.

With such a reason, the world is really peaceful.

As soon as Song Ci was in a good mood, he had a good impression of Li Aijuan, a pseudo-adult.

This man was the opposite of her.

She is an old cucumber with green paint, and her skin is so tender that she has a precocious ripening inside.

In her last life, she graduated from college at the age of 23 and worked hard in the company for three years, and the end of the world came.

Then there is the torment day after day, time seems to stand still, never to end, and I can't tell how old she is.

Seven, seven, eight, eight together, why can't you run three or four?

Bah, my sister is forever eighteen!

Song Ci gave himself a whole stir, and quickly stopped.

But Li Aijuan is a twenty-one body, a seven-year-old soul.

Uh, it doesn't seem like the level of intelligence can be equated with the age of the soul either?

It's a mess.