Chapter 1387: Poor Three-Year-Old

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At this moment, Li Junting was coming down from the upstairs room with a slightly messy hair.

He held a small milky white ball of flesh in one hand, and the poor little ball of flesh made a 'woo' cry in the crook of his arm, which sounded distressing for a moment.

"Don't think that you can escape by pretending to be pitiful today, let me tell you Sansan, the eldest brother is not at home today, no one can save you!"

Li Peacock shines on the round little buttocks of 'Li Three-year-old', which is a slap.

'Sansan' is too naughty for this dog, relying on being Li Junyu's top pet, he simply doesn't take anyone else in his eyes.

Although since Ruan Mengmeng left, Li Junyu took 'Li San's year-old' and moved to a villa in the back alone.

But as the 'three-year-old' grows up, it needs more and more space to move.

Therefore, the three-year-old who was acquiesced by Li Junyu and could move freely in Quanli Garden, and even his bedroom could enter, vividly demonstrated what it means to be 'pampered and proud'.

In the whole Li Garden, there is no place where it can't go.

In the past few days, he has broken dozens of antiques collected by Li Yaoyang, stole all kinds of small sweets from Li Junche's private collection, and bit off more than a dozen beds and quilts in Li Junting.

For example, today, as soon as Li Junting came home, he found the figure of the three-year-old Sahuan in his bedroom room.

The little fat cream color, wrapped in his quilt, looked innocent and pitiful.

However, all around him, the duvet was bitten and broken, and feathers floated everywhere.

Li Junting rubbed it, and the anger came up.

His eldest brother bullied him, and even the eldest brother's dog actually bullied him.

Li Er Shao didn't say a word, picked up the three-year-old who was swinging hard and struggling desperately and walked downstairs.

Poor Sansan, who was beaten several times by the angry peacock, was also subjected to inhumane 'capital punishment'.

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"Hmph, Sansan, don't think that you can do whatever you want if you have a big brother who spoils you. Let me tell you, I will take the place of my eldest brother today to discipline you well, and see if you dare to go to my room to make trouble in the future! ”

Li Junting tied the poor three-year-old to the foot of the coffee table in the living room.

Then sit across from it, holding a freshly cooked steak in his hand, and in front of the three-year-old, use a fork to fork the steak that has been cut on the plate, piece by piece.

"Hmm...... It's so fragrant. Little Sansan, it's a pity that disobedient children like you can't eat it. Ahh......h

The naïve peacock not only bullied people at the age of three.

It was also very 'cruel' to fork a piece of fragrant steak, deliberately send it to Sansan's mouth, and then eat it in one bite.

"Uh......h Uh-huh...... "Poor Sansan, let out a whimper.

It really wants to be numb, if it is numb, it will not be bullied by this stupid human.

The milky white little Sansan, with a fat little body, struggled desperately, trying to escape the shackles of the rope.

It's going to eat meat, it's going to eat steak, this stupid human bad!

However, no matter how much it struggled, the steak that had been brought to its mouth was still eaten piece by piece by the extremely childish Li Ershao.

Li Junting: "Hmph, Sansan, do you want to eat steak, but unfortunately you can't eat it!" Tell you, this is the end of disobedience, see if you dare to mess around in the future! ”

"Second child, it turns out that you like to eat steak so much." Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind Li Junting.

was teasing the three-year-old peacock with the fast steak, and the movements in his hands suddenly froze.

He only listened behind him, and the familiar low and cold voice sounded again.

"Uncle Zhao, tell the kitchen to make another 30 steaks, and watch the second young master finish eating. Don't let him leave until he finishes eating......"

[Before 22 o'clock in the next chapter, Carvin is relatively slow]