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"You are a man, Xiaomi is a little girl, thin-skinned, always want face. In the future, when you play chess and let Xiaomi, she won't cry. Steward Zhou persuaded, his tone was as gentle as possible, otherwise he would be misunderstood with his little temperament.

Gu Yanze was half-convinced, frowned Junxiu's brows, and pondered.

"Little master, think about it, millet is so cute, and it will be delicious. You are proud, Xiaomi has good grades, and you are also very smart, and you are also a proud person. If you eat her up, she will have no face, and of course she will cry. "Steward Zhou keeps up his efforts, hoping to convince the little master as soon as possible.

"She's not angry?" Gu Yanze asked rhetorically, are you crying like that, and you are not angry?

"I'm not angry, just no face, sad, I'll be fine in two days." Steward Zhou assured that even if he was angry, he had to coax Xiaomi over, and he couldn't let the little master lose his only little friend.

"Well, well, if she comes over next time, I'll let her." Gu Yanze nodded, but ······ Little Black girl doesn't know if it's coming?

"That's right, girls are meant to be coaxed, if she is upset, you can coax her with what she likes, and she won't be angry or cry." Steward Zhou taught by word and deed, hoping to improve the emotional intelligence of the little master.

Gu Yanze was a studious child and took note of Steward Zhou's words.

Little Heiya likes to read small picture books, so he lent her small picture books to read.

Let's say that Mo Mi cried while running, and after running out of the small western-style building, she regretted it.

Mo Xiaomi found that she had become hypocritical and was won by a local tyrant, what an honor!

What to cry about!

It's just that at that time, she didn't know why she couldn't help it, maybe her physical age affected her mental age, and she was not controlled by her mental age, so she reacted first.

Oops, she ran out crying, what if the local tyrant gets angry?

Originally, the goal of playing chess was to curry favor with local tyrants.

Now not only did he not please him, but because of his hypocrisy, he fell out with the local tyrants.

Anyway, in the short term, Mo Xiaomi has no face to go to the local tyrant Jin's thigh house again.

Even if she has a thick skin, but her skin is broken just now, she needs to "repair" her cheekiness for a few days.

Unexpectedly, the next afternoon, Steward Zhou brought two big watermelons over to play.

Mo Xiaomi was reading a book after school, and when she saw Steward Zhou coming, she smiled and said, "Grandpa Zhou, you are here, I will pour you water." ”

"No need, Xiaomi, I'm not thirsty." Steward Zhou smiled, "Yesterday you ran out of the house crying, I thought the little young master had bullied you, so I went to ask him." I only knew that he bullied you when he was playing chess, I said that he wouldn't bully people like that in the future, don't you plan better with him, okay? ”

Mo Xiaomi was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood that Steward Zhou was looking for her to reconcile with Gu Yanze.

Let's not talk about Gu Yanze's golden thighs, just rush to Steward Zhou with such a heart, Mo Xiaomi doesn't want to refuse.

"Actually, I don't blame the little brother, it's me who is too stingy and can't afford to lose and cry." Mo Xiaomi's face was confused, and her voice became smaller, "I'm going to apologize to my little brother tomorrow!" ”

"Hehe, there's no need to apologize, it's just that he's not good, just don't be like him." Steward Zhou knew his young master's temper, and he didn't protect it at all, "Little young master, as long as you have a friend, a little friend." You left crying yesterday and he ate very little for dinner. ”

Just you?

Oh, Mo Xiaomi's heart was as happy as eating chilled watermelon on a dog day.