Wen Qi'er: "Yo, although you are just a child now, why do you have such a big temper?" ”

"It's really worthy of being Leng Fuxiao's son. Once when your father was your age, he should have had a bigger temper than you, but he didn't like to express it, but I could feel it and see it. ”

Xiao Baozi's hand, which was originally building Lego, paused.

Then look up.

"I heard that you grew up with your stinky dad from childhood to adulthood, right?"

"You two are childhood sweethearts?"

Wen Qi'er had heard many people ask her this question, but there was no doubt that Xiao Baozi was the youngest of all the people who asked herself this question.

"Who are you listening to?"

"Looks like they inquired about me."

Wen Qi'er looked at this miniature version of Leng Fu Xiao, and just wanted to touch him.

The corner of Xiao Baozi's eyes swept away, and before she could completely raise her hand, she quickly dodged Wen Qi'er's hand.

"I haven't inquired about you, you don't deserve my inquiry."

"It's just a simple conversation from others."

"Also, I don't like strangers touching me, and I don't like strangers being so close to me, so it's better for you to distance yourself from me."

When Xiao Baozi said this, his voice was cute and cute, and he also brought a little bit of arrogance that belonged to him.

Wen Qi'er just watched from the sidelines, and couldn't help but want to hurt this child to the heart.

It's not just because he looks like Leng Fu Xiao.

It's that he's just so cute.

In this world, I'm afraid there is really no one who can refuse, the inadvertent gentleness and inherently lovely things in this world.

It's the same with her.

…

Wen Qi'er distanced herself from Xiao Baozi slightly.

"What are you spelling?"

"Do you want me to help you fight together?"

"I'm very good at building Lego, and I'll be able to help you build it in a while."

Little Bun: "Don't move." ”

"Don't touch my things."

"If you dare to touch my things, I'm going to make you pay."

Wen Qi'er suddenly pursed her lips and smiled.

"The price?"

If another child told her this, Wen Qi'er might find it funny.

But the person in front of him, when he said this, his eyes were smeared, beyond the fierceness of this age.

That kind of ruthlessness, she had seen it in Leng Fu Xiao.

But now, I also see it in this miniature version of him.

Wen Qi'er retracted her hand stupidly.

"Well, since you don't want me to help you and don't want me to touch your things, then I respect your choice."

"But there's one thing, I think even though you're a child, you still have the right to know."

"Your mom isn't a good fit for your dad. So, you should know what I mean. ”

Wen Qi'er finished saying this sentence without concealment, and saw that Xiao Baozi was still fiddling with the gadgets in her hand without changing her face.

He narrowed his long eyelashes, and swept a faint shadow from the half-arc of his eyelids.

"You're here to inform the baby about this?"

The little bun looks up.

Wen Qi'er: "It's not a notice, it's just a fact." ”

"Oh. If you're just here to tell me this fact, then I can tell you the same fact, you can't win anyway. ”

Xiao Baozi put away all the immaturity in his body, and the innocence that can only be shown in front of Yan Muye.