"Uncle Zhou, do you have a medical kit at home?"

Steward Zhou of the iQue sensed that someone was calling him, and immediately came back to his senses.

The corners of Steward Zhou's mouth were slightly raised, his eyebrows were kind, and he replied to Ye Lonely very gently and peacefully.

"Miss Ye Lone, I have a medical kit at home, do you want to bring it to you now?"

Ye Lao folded his hands, lightly rested on his combined legs, and asked in a tone that wanted to trouble people.

"Okay, that's for you."

Steward Zhou looked at the sensible and polite Ye Lone, smiled and bowed slightly, saying that this was what he should do, so he stepped up the stairs and left.

Old Mrs. Han, who walked towards the sofa, naturally knew what Ye Liao was going to do with the medicine box.

She was very pleased, and her face was full of triumphant splendour.

Fortunately, she was witty and clever enough to trick such a good loneliness into her home.

Even if the stinky boy in her family is not interested in loneliness now, she believes that lonely people are so good, and sooner or later, the stinky boy will definitely come to beg her to help chase her daughter-in-law.

Thinking of this, the cunning and excitement in Old Lady Han's eyes were almost uncontrollable, and the uproar flowed out.

Ye Lao gently pulled Han Sour's hand, his eyes drooped slightly, and he asked softly: "Sour, does it still hurt?" ”

Han Sour, who was smiling at the end of his eyes, shook his head quickly.

But Han Tiantian, who was ignored on the side, was not happy.

She immediately lay on Ye Lone's lap, stretched out her big round and watery eyes, puffed out her cute little cheeks, and deliberately said cutely.

"Ma Ma, sweet and careful, heartache, but also Ma Ma cares."

Han Sour: "......"

Why did he want to slap to death that skinless and faceless Han Tiantian with one palm!

But Ye Lone's thoughts were different.

At this beginning, Ye Lao hadn't noticed a problem.

Now that she knows that Han Tiantian and Han Sour are Han Qi's children, if they continue to call her mother, they will definitely set off a turbulent wave again.

At that time, I don't know what dirty water Han Narcissism will pour on her.

Forget it, she still corrected their names in advance.

Ye Liao coughed lightly, and then, with soothing eyebrows, she said softly.

"Sour, sweet, Auntie is not your Mama, therefore, you can't call Auntie Mama, you know? Otherwise, your own hemp will be unhappy. ”

Brother and sister Han: You are our pro-Mama! How to solve this problem?

Han Tiantian tilted her little head, and her black and white eyes slipped around, as if she was thinking about this problem.

However, what Han Tiantian wanted was to care about him, and leave her Ma Ma first.

So Han Tiantian grinned on her lips, tilted her head, and spoke softly.

"Good! That Ma Ma, you are so young and beautiful, like a fairy, how about I call you sister in the future? ”

Ye Lonely is completely messy-

In the last second, it was called Ma Ma, and the next second it became a sister, what kind of fairy operation is this?

Ye Lao looked down at Han Tiantian, with a small look of anticipation on her face.

She really can't bear to refuse the request of a cute baby who is coquettish and cute anytime and anywhere!

Therefore, Ye Lao opened his lips a little hesitantly, "Okay...... It seems like...... Yes! ”

Han Sour's face was flushed with Han Tian's sweetness.

She really wanted to come out and call her own mother her sister!

Ay! IQ is worrisome!

Han Tiantian, who was complained about: I'm not stupid! Their IQ is 120!

Han Sour Sour, which is twice the IQ of Han Tiantian: ......

In this way, Han Sour was very sad and followed Han Tiantian's stupid lack to call his mother his sister!

Mrs. Han looked at the three people who were happy, and she really couldn't wait to snatch Ye Lone's household registration book immediately and put it directly on the small book of the Han family's household registration.

Hum! Speaking of which, it's not that the stinky boy is useless, and he can't look down on her family's invincible and perfect little loneliness.

In the future, don't come to beg her, or he will cry!