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Shen Jiu stared at the fork for a long time.

She hadn't touched this storybook, and Mrs. Song, Mr. Song, couldn't have moved, so this fork-

Shen Jiu looked at Song Qing'an, spread out the book in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Is this painted by Xiao An?" ”

Song Qingan didn't move, nor did he respond, just opened a pair of black and white eyes and looked at her quietly.

Shen Jiu was a little helpless.

She poked Song Qing'an's face and whispered, "Xiao An, it's wrong to scribble on a book. ”

Shen Jiu tried to educate Song Qing'an: "It's wrong for you to act like this." ”

Song Qing's dense and curly eyelashes shook slightly, and the pitch-black pupils still looked at her for a moment.

Shen Jiu sighed.

She pinched Song Qing'an's small fingertips, and then shook her head: "Why did Xiao An draw a cross on the book?" ”

Shen Jiu pondered why Song Qing'an crossed this story, and asked him softly, "Is it just a casual drawing?" Still don't like the story? ”

She lowered her head and read the story: "The mermaid turned into a bubble—"

Her wrist was grabbed.

Song Qingan raised his head, quietly, slowly, and shook his head gently.

Shen Jiu was stunned.

She stared at Song Qing'an blankly for a while, looking at him in disbelief, and then her voice couldn't help but raise a little: "Xiao An, are you saying that you don't like this story?" ”

Song Qingan didn't pay any attention to her, lowered his head, and began to play with the buttons on his clothes.

Shen Jiu didn't care, she tilted her head and looked at Song Qing'an for a while, and her eyebrows showed a shallow smile.

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The weekend arrived quickly.

Shen Jiu took Song Qing'an's hand, followed behind Mrs. Song, Mr. Song, and looked at the playground.

Weekends are the most crowded time in the playground, and in the entire venue, there are constantly adults and children walking back and forth, and there are constantly eyes falling on Song Qingan.

Song Qing'an is wearing a cute dress today.

He was dressed in a black cat costume, with two tiny cat ears on top of his hat and a fluffy tail on top of his pants.

Song Qing'an seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and kept holding on to that tail.

His clothes have been kept in the closet, and the tag has not been removed, it was found by Shen Jiu this morning, and it took some effort to trick Song Qingan into wearing this dress.

Shen Jiu touched Song Qing'an's head and smiled at him.

Song Qingan blinked slowly.

He pursed his lips slightly, lowered his head, let go of the hand that grabbed his tail, and then hugged Shen Jiu's arm, and the whole person was sticking up.

Shen Jiu patted his little shoulder, his gaze swept around.

She and Song Qingan are not old enough, and there are not many facilities in the playground that can be played, so after looking around like this, they only found a merry-go-round.

Shen Jiu tugged at Mrs. Song's sleeve: "Auntie, can I take Xiao An to sit there?" ”

She pointed to the merry-go-round, then pursed her lips and assured with a serious face, "I'll hold Xiao An." ”

The carousel has a high safety factor and will not be very close to strangers, Mrs. Song thought about it and took them to the front of the merry-go-round.

Shen Jiu let go of Song Qing'an's hand, climbed onto the wooden horse first, opened his hand, and motioned for Mrs. Song to pick up Song Qing'an.

She tilted her head like this, and was suddenly stunned.

Song Qing'an's pupils widened slightly, his fingers were pulling at his clothes, and his body squatted down, trembling slightly, resisting Mrs. Song's approach.