Ye Ziqi stepped forward and walked directly to his side, and then quietly took the book from the side and flipped through it.

The little meat bun waited and waited, and moved with his ears pricked up, but there was no movement.

Hmph~ My mother ignores me, and I don't pay attention to her.

The little guy snorted and chirped, seriously expressing his dissatisfaction, pouting his pink and tender little mouth, and not making a sound.

At any time, minute by minute, the little guy who was already active finally wore out the most patient, dissatisfied little fat hand slapped the book in Ye Ziqi's hand to the ground.

At that moment, Xiao Roubao was a little stunned, obviously he didn't expect this, but when he thought that his mother and relatives ignored him, he also erased the guilt in his heart.

Ye Ziqi turned his head, his eyes were no longer the gentleness of the past, and he looked at him coldly.

The little meat bun was stared at like this, and a look of fear appeared on the little face.

"Pick up the book." Ye Ziqi said solemnly.

Facing his mother, who was so serious that he felt scared, Xiao Meatbao obediently picked up the book, handed it to her pitifully, lowered her little head, and apologized in a milky voice, "Mother, I'm sorry." ”

After finishing speaking, the little meat bun only felt so wronged, so wronged.

Obviously he was very aggrieved, but he still had to apologize.

Whew, he's so pathetic.

When Xiao Roubao thought about it, his eyes were red, he raised his little head and sniffled, "Mother, you are a villain, you bully people." I'm going to tell Dad. ”

Then, the meat whirred the ball, pouted his little buttocks, found the children's mobile phone from the huge model toy, and skillfully dialed Feng Jiuchuan's phone.

At this time, Feng Jiuchuan, who was in a meeting, glanced at the mobile phone vibrating on the table, and ignored it to continue the meeting.

However, the little guy on the other side is persevering and constantly making calls.

"Your dad is busy and won't answer your calls." Ye Ziqi held back a smile and said with a familiar look.

The little meat bun snorted, and said in a milky voice: "Mother, are you afraid?" ”

Ye Ziqi almost smiled, and shook his head firmly, "Don't be afraid." ”

The little meat bun didn't believe it, held his little head high, and said in a glutinous voice: "Mother, if you are afraid, then you beg for mercy, and I, I will not fight." ”

"Okay, I'm scared, I'm scared." Ye Ziqi raised his hand to surrender, and the little meat bun was as happy as a victorious little general.

"Then I forgive you." The little meat bun patted his little chest and said with a heroic and atmospheric face.

Ye Ziqi looked at the little guy's soft and cute little appearance, hugged him in his arms, and kissed him heavily on the cheek, "Little meat bun, tell my mother, why are you unhappy?" ”

The little meat bun leaned up on his little head, and a pair of beautiful big eyes flickered, "Mother, can you not call me little meat bun in the future?" ”

"Why?" Ye Ziqi asked curiously.

This is the first time the little guy has made such a request.

"Xiao Hao next door said that meat buns are eaten, so he doesn't recognize me as a big brother. Big brother's name can't be called Meat Bun. He said that the meat bun was very low, not mighty. Little Meat Bun said angrily.

"Then you can tell him that your big name is Qin Chuyao, and your little name can only be called by father and mother."

"Then, what if he says that Chu Yao is not domineering?" The little meat bun began to wonder if the name was domineering.

"Chu Yao represents: a gentleman is righteous and has noble character. If he doesn't believe it, let him go home and ask his parents. ”