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"Mr. Yang, I have something to tell you." The homeroom teacher looked at the handsome man in front of him, and when he got angry, he was more serious.

By the time Yang Fan came back, his anger had already subsided, and the tone of his speech to Yang Yixing was much better: "Little Orange, bring him out." ”

"Ah Xing, let's go home!" Yan Xiaocheng took his hand and looked at him with big red and swollen eyes.

Yang Yixing slowly moved out, letting Yan Xiaocheng take his little hand and climb out.

At the bottom of the slide is yellow sand, and the two of them made a face of yellow sand, which looks like a little cat.

Especially Yan Xiaocheng, who was already crying with tears on his face, and now he will get a little yellow sand, and he will be a little flower cat.

Yang Fan was also helpless, this kid was a dead eye, and it was not easy for him to accept playing with Xiaocheng, so he only reacted a little to her words alone.

It's been a little better recently, and there is one more Junze.

Now that the new kindergarten is coming, there will definitely be a lot of new children, what can I do if this little soul does not accept it!

Along the way, Yang Fan didn't speak, thinking about how to tell his son about it.

Xiao Cheng can't be just his friend, and she can't be good to him alone, she will always meet other children and become good friends with others.

This question is a bit tangled, especially with a stubborn child like his own son, how to explain it!

After dinner in the evening, Yan Xiaocheng and Yang Yixing sat on the sofa and watched TV.

Yang Yixing held her hand and was reluctant to let go from the moment Yan Xiaocheng found her, and he washed his hands and didn't hold her hand when he was eating.

After eating at this time, he grabbed Yan Xiaocheng again, and he didn't even want his game console, his eyes seemed to be watching TV, but in fact, he kept staring at Yan Xiaocheng!

Yan Xiaocheng is a big-hearted person, and he didn't find such small details.

"Yan Xiaocheng, go home and sleep." Yan Wende stood at the door and told her to go home.

Yang Yixing took Yan Xiaocheng's hand, she jumped down and took Yang Yixing down, and the two fell together.

"Ah Xing, you let me go." Yan Xiaocheng frowned and looked at Yang Yixing strangely.

Yan Wende looked at the hands of the two children holding each other, and couldn't help laughing, the relationship between the two children is really good.

Yang Yixing got up from the ground, he just didn't let go, his little face didn't have any expression, but his eyes were bright and scary, looking at her quietly.

"Yang is also fine, Xiao Cheng is going home to sleep." Yang Fan came over with two glasses of milk and put them on the table.

Walk over and pull Yang Yixing's hand away.

Who knew that he was going to die, and his little hand held Yan Xiaocheng's hand tightly, unwilling to let go.

This move can make Yang Fan angry, how can this kid's temper be like this! I don't understand, do you?

He usually doesn't act against Yang Yi, and he always feels that he owes his son something in his heart and wants to make up for it.

But I couldn't bear it anymore at this time, so I slapped him on the surface of his hand, and then forcefully broke his fingers one by one.

"What are you doing, Ah Xing is still young, why are you beating him!" Before he could break it, Yan Wende walked up and pushed him away, looking at the back of the child's red hand: "Ah Xing, do you want to sleep with Xiaocheng?" ”

Yang Fan's face changed: "He's a boy." ”

"What a boy, the two of them are children." Yan Wende glanced at his friend unhappily: "I'm coming, what should you do." ”

Yan Xiaocheng's hand was clenched by Yang Yixing, and his little brow frowned slightly: "Then I'll sleep at your house." ”

Yang Yixing finally had an expression, and smiled at Yan Xiaocheng, with two dimples full of smiles on his cheeks.

Yan Xiaocheng's heart was soft, and another small hand that was not grabbed poked his dimples: "Ah Xing, aren't you angry?" ”

She could feel that Ah Xing was angry, but she didn't know why Ah Xing was angry.

Yang Fan is angry, the boy can't get used to it, it's okay now, what if he wants to sleep with Xiaocheng every day in the future?

It's still young, but it's later!

"Yang is also good, if you sleep with Xiaocheng, you will be responsible for her, and you will marry her in the future." Yang Fan gritted his teeth and said to his son, his expression serious and serious.

Yan Wende couldn't help laughing, and glared at him: "How old are you?" What nonsense! Both of them are children. ”

"What a child, Little Orange is a girl!" Yang Fan still looked at his son.

Yang Yixing nodded at him without thinking about it.

"What is marry?" Yan Xiaocheng looked at the two adults with a smile: "Is it just to marry a daughter-in-law?" Am I marrying Ah Xing? ”

After listening to her immature words, Yang Fan didn't collapse for a while, and laughed out loud: "Yes, you marry him, are you willing to marry him?" ”

"Hmm!" Yan Xiaocheng nodded seriously: "Ah Xing has the best smile, do you want to carry your daughter-in-law home like Zhu Bajie?" ”

"Yan Xiaocheng, where did you come from so much, why!" Yan Wende cried and laughed and taught a lesson, and he didn't know how his daughter knew so much, and Zhu Bajie betrayed her daughter-in-law!

"Take a shower and go to bed." Yang Fan was also helpless, so he could only acquiesce.

If Xiaocheng can really be with Ah Xing in the future, it will also be a blessing that Ah Xing has cultivated for eight lifetimes.

Yan Wende didn't think about it so much, just thought it was a child's words.

When Yan Xiaocheng was taking a bath, Yang Yixing was watching outside, standing at the door without moving.

When Yan Xiaocheng came out, he happened to meet his big shining eyes: "Ah Xing, what are you doing!" ”

Yang Yixing looked at her and smiled, and the smile on his cheeks was deep.

Yan Xiaocheng was flashed again, stretched out his still wet fingers with a smile and poked his dimples, and touched his cheeks depressedly: "Why don't I have it, look good." ”

Yang Yixing hurriedly tightened his little face, and his dimples were gone.

"Ah Xing, do you know how to tell stories?" Yan Xiaocheng didn't care, asked with a smile, and then said to himself: "I will tell a story, and I will tell you later." ”

Every night before going to bed, as long as my father is at home, she must pester him to tell bedtime stories.

Although Yan Wende has told her stories only a handful of times, as long as she has told it once, Yan Xiaocheng will definitely remember it.

Yang Yixing has always been afraid that when he goes out, Yan Xiaocheng will go home, and after taking a shower, he put on his pajamas and came out.

ran into Yang Fan head-on.

"I'm not panicking, I'm afraid that Xiao Cheng will leave?" Yang Fan looked at his son condescendingly: "What are you angry about today?" Afraid that Xiaocheng will be snatched away by others and won't be friends with you? Yang Yixing, you look at your little bit of interest, you don't know how to solve it, you know how to escape. ”

Yang Yixing retreated, leaned against the cold wall, and looked at his father with big eyes without blinking, listening to his teaching. Mobile phone users please browse and read, and a better reading experience comes from Aiwang.