After a good night's dream, when she got up the next day, Jing Hao obviously felt that Qi Nian's attitude towards her instantly improved a lot, and when she woke up from the good dream when she felt that the gaze that stayed on her face was too hot, she opened her eyes and saw a particularly delicate and beautiful little face in front of her.

The Qi family is not the Su family that sticks to it, there are many foreigners in their genes, and after the survival of the fittest, the face of the child born is really good-looking and impeccable.

Even if Qi Nian is young and a little thin, he can't stop his delicate facial features.

Jing Hao blinked, not fully awake, and there was a little slurred in her voice, "Good morning." ”

In response to her, Qi Nian's face suddenly approached, he lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth quite accurately, which was extremely intimate, but not too frivolous, and just maintained at a distance where he would cry and laugh.

Especially after kissing, he also nestled his little body into Jing Hao's arms, his small arms firmly around her, raised his head and winked at her quite shyly, and quickly buried his face in her arms.

It's like a little milk cat that has identified the territory as an expression of intimacy.

It's almost going to turn people upside down.

Facing his hairy head, which was sleeping a little well, Jing Hao really couldn't even say a word of education, and his heart was so soft that he was about to be pinched out of the water.

This little bastard always pinched her seven inches with precision.

Jing Hao patted his little head as if he was burying his chest, broke away from his hand and sat up from the bed, "Change your clothes and go to breakfast, and the teacher will be arranged for class later." ”

Not mentioning what happened just now is already a tacit attitude.

Qi Nian sat in a pink world, Xiao Zhengtai, with red lips and white teeth, looked even more beautiful, he quietly watched Jing Hao get dressed, and then sat on the bed and looked at her obediently, and softly spit out two words.

"Sister."

After staring at him for a while, Jing Hao resigned himself to taking the clothes on the side and putting them on for him, and reached out and pinched his face a little unwillingly, "Did I find a younger brother or a little ancestor, and even I want me to help him wear clothes?" ”

Qi Nian was stripped of his upper body and sat naked, he looked down at his small chest and the child's small belly, his long eyelashes covered the look in his eyes, and after a while, he seemed to come back to his senses from his own world, and reached out to take the initiative to hold Jing Hao's hand, his face was full of sincerity.

"I grew up and dressed my sister."

Jing Hao helped him put on the small suit that was still a little big, "En" said that he accepted his favor, and reached out to take Qi Nian, who was still a little heavy for a seven-year-old child, off the bed, in a little adult-like tone, "It's good if you eat too much later." ”

Qi Nian was silent again on this question.

Sure enough, he really only ate seven small wontons for breakfast.

This amount of food is still a bit on the small side.

Jing Hao finished eating the small wontons in his bowl, went around the table and touched the bowl in front of Qi Nian, which was already a little low, went out and asked the housekeeper to make a bowl in the kitchen again, moved two small stools, sat with Qi Nian face to face, scooped a wonton and broke it, and patiently took care of the cheeks to blow cold.

Qi Nian was fiddling with the three small cups, pouring the liquid inside around, turning his head to look at her movements, pursing his lips, and suppressing the smile that pulled out of the corners of his mouth.

When Jing Hao felt that it was no longer hot, he handed the blown wontons to his mouth, and what he saw was a small face full of "I don't want to eat, but my sister wants me to eat, what should I do, I'm so embarrassed".

The aggrieved little appearance makes people soften their hearts in minutes.

Jing Hao has met many bear children, but there are really a few bears like Qi Nian who are quiet and cute, and people are reluctant to even scold them and use some means.

She raised her hands a little sorely, Qi Niancai sighed as if she had nothing to do, opened her mouth and ate the completely cold wonton into her mouth, and after swallowing it with an expression of swallowing some indescribably bitter medicine, she looked at her with dark green eyes with a thin mist quite aggrieved.

"Sister, kiss."

Jing Hao leaned over and kissed it, and continued to scoop and feed, "Ah." ”.

A breakfast lasted for half an hour, and the little milk cat, who was becoming more and more familiar with the territory, stuck to her, tugging at the corners of her clothes, quietly looking at the floor under her feet, and didn't care at all about the few adults who appeared in the study.

"Ah Nian," Jing Hao pulled down his sleeve, "concentrate on reading." ”

Qi Nian looked up at her, followed her fingers and looked at the words she had just written, reached out and held the pen in her hand slightly awkwardly, and the words written under the stiff movements were exactly the same as what she wrote.

Even the immaturity that was deliberately vague in her handwriting was learned.

Between the beginning and end of the handwriting, there is something more, like a person who has been writing for a long time, and some small habits that are difficult to get rid of when holding the pen are more or less unintentionally revealed.

Jing Hao stared at those words, and once again intuitively had a vague bad premonition in her heart when Qi Nian came out of the "innate divine power" that was not recorded in the information, as if something had changed when she didn't know it, and it was around her, interfering with her actions.

For some reason, there is actually more than one kind of handwriting she is used to, but out of the need to pretend to be tender, she chose the handwriting she practiced when she took the pen at the beginning of the year, and this kind of handwriting, the biggest reason why he will use it is that it is difficult to copy, so far, she has seen that she can imitate ten percent of the similar, only herself and Qi Nian.

But she is because of years of practice and his hands-on guidance.

Jing Hao silently suppressed the doubts that came up in his heart, but turned his head and saw that Qi Nian had already picked up a pen and imitated the words written on the paper by the teacher in class.

But after he finished writing, he looked at it again, and seemed to dislike the handwriting, so he used a pencil to "brush and brush" a few times to paint those poor words into a small black gourd, and turned his head to look at her seriously, "Learn, sister." ”

He wanted to learn her handwriting.

"You're going to learn from me?" Jing Hao pointed to the teacher's handwriting, because she showed a little immaturity, there was still some difference between the quality of the handwriting, "My handwriting is not as good as the teacher's." ”

Qi Nian tugged at the corner of his clothes, and there was a little blush on his face, as if he was a little embarrassed, he tried his tiptoe and leaned into Jinghao's ear, "Help my sister, homework." ”

He was going to learn the same handwriting and help Jing write her homework.

Jing thought about it for a while, and finally remembered that it was last night when she was arranging what happened after him, she inadvertently complained that there was a lot of homework, and every time she wrote it sorely. But she is not really a seven-year-old girl, she just said this casually, but she didn't expect to be remembered by Qi Nian, who was silent when she heard it.

The dark green eyes were clean and pure, and she was embarrassed to look away because of her gaze.

Jing Hao suddenly felt a little ashamed, she took over this task in a hurry, and the killers in the first district before had planted their heels on him, she was naturally a little wary in her heart, and she would actually suspect a child who had not grown up because of the feeling that there was no evidence at all.

She bent over, picked up Qi Nian and put it on her lap, and touched his soft little curly hair, "Well, let's learn together." ”