Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly saw the sound of a ball falling to the ground in the corner.

Leng Yunting looked over, and sure enough, in the small corner, Xiaobao was playing football alone.

He kicked hard against a wall with a green creeper. The kick was a little heavy, bounced back, and landed right at Leng Yunting's feet.

Xiaobao turned around and saw Leng Yunting behind him, he immediately stopped talking and blushed. The four-year-old boy already has a faint "sense of shame". Maybe I feel that I just said that I don't like to play football, but I pick up the ball and kick it secretly, which is very shameless.

"That's not how football is played. Leng Yunting was stunned for a moment, and then immediately tiptoed the ball up. The small balls made of plastic were full of elasticity and a little soft, and he tried to use the juggling technique he had learned in middle school to tiptoe the balls one by one.

The soccer ball was on his feet, like a mischievous child, jumping up and down, sometimes passing behind him, and then being thrust up by his knees, as if juggling. Xiaobao was amazed, even if he hated "bad guys", at this moment, he was deeply attracted by his "technology".

When Leng Yunting was in junior high school and high school, he once joined the football team. After class, I would go to the playground for training. He later quit the football club because of his "busy homework", but this amazing juggling technique became an invincible pickling weapon for him in junior high and high school. Basically, a lot of girls love to watch him dance like an elf in the sun and a football. Sunshine, youth, sweat, blood, football gods, the most cute.

Luo Xiaobao is more autistic, and his favorite game is also to drill into the computer program, so he doesn't talk much. It's just that no matter how few words there are, the child's strong curiosity is actually still there, Leng Yunting played for a while, and then kicked the ball back to Xiaobao. Because of albinism, Xiaobao can only stay in a dark corner for a long time. As a result, his personality is becoming more and more autistic.

At this moment, looking at Leng Yunting walking towards him in the light of the setting sun, the outline of his whole body seemed to outline a golden edge, mighty like an ancient god of war, and suddenly there was a feeling of radiance.

Lin Yuchen, if he is a conspiracy and calculation, he is definitely the number one. When he doesn't calculate, he looks like a beautiful son. It's just that such a noble son is absolutely not related to football, sweat, and sports. He was also good at aristocratic and elegant sports similar to European foil.

However, for boys, this wild sport that exudes masculine charm is what they like the most.

In Luo Xiaobao's pale pupils, if he hadn't tried his best to stop it, he would have been about to burst out with envy and jealousy of the little star. He suppressed it for a moment, but still couldn't help asking, "How do you play with this thing?"

"It's actually easy, I'll teach you. Leng Yunting walked over and touched Xiaobao's head. His hair is actually soft and easy to touch, except for the golden color, everything is perfect.

Although the kid was arrogant and smelly, it seemed that he didn't hate himself as much as he did in the beginning. Although the fight is still endless, but because of this little guy, their family seems to have not been so lively for a long time.