The little girl doesn't have a sense of queue at first-come, first-served, she is still the little milk baby who is a little domineering.

Seeing that her father didn't let her play, she immediately went to the ground familiarly, ready to start the process.

Seeing this, Su Xiaoting immediately spoke: "Uncle Qinghe, let my sister play first, I've seen others play this, I'll play it later." ”

"Let her make trouble, it's okay." Su Qinghe glanced at the little obedient, this little guy was looking at him blatantly, obviously looking at his next move, and then deciding whether to go through the process or not.

Seeing him look over, the little obedient smiled at him.

Su Qinghe sighed twice, this little guy is only fourteen months old and can play with his heart, can he not be smart?

It's just that Su Qinghe didn't care about the next operation of the little girl, and the old lady also looked like she was watching the show.

"Hold on!" Su Qinghe admonished, and when Su Xiaoting responded with an "um", he immediately stood up straight, and raised his arm hard.

Su Xiaoting has indeed seen people play, hanging on Su Qinghe's right forearm, curled up and swinging.

Su Qinghe's strength is not small, and although Su Xiaoting's weight has kept up in the past half a year, it is still within Su Qinghe's tolerance, so although Su Qinghe is a little struggling, it is not that he can't persevere.

This game was often played by my uncle when I was a child, and I played it like this when I hung a single rod.

The little girl lying on the ground originally wanted to roll, but when he saw his father hanging his sister, his eyes widened, and he forgot what he was going to do.

I was stunned for a while, and then I got up, "Dad~Dad~I also play~"

"Alright, let's get out on the ground." Su Qinghe also felt a little unbearable, mainly because Su Xiaoting was playing like a swing, which was more difficult.

Su Xiaoting put down her feet obediently, and Mei Zizi thought that when her father came back, she would ask her father to take her to play like this.

If Su Qinghe knew what she was thinking, he would definitely say it out loud, and even give her advice.

In the years that could have been the most willful, Su Xiaoting could only be forced to be sensible and lonely because she had no relatives, and Su Meng couldn't make up for it.

The little girl's arm strength was not enough, so Su Qinghe didn't agree to play this game with the girl, and coaxed her to continue playing the seesaw.

It's just that she's seen a new game, where is she still willing to play the game she has already played, with a flat mouth, stomping her feet and making scum, "I'm going to play~"

"Okay, okay." Su Qinghe bent down, stretched out his right arm, and taught the little obedient how to hold his hand.

The old lady looked at it, walked over and squatted down, obviously ready to help people. Seeing this, Su Xiaoting also squatted down.

Su Qinghe didn't lift much high, and when he saw that the little obedient foot had just left the ground, it stopped, and the result was not what he expected, and in less than a second, the little obedient couldn't catch it.

"Mother!" Su Qinghe shouted, and the old lady immediately hugged the little girl, and the little guy hadn't completely let go of Su Qinghe's arm at this time.

The little guy was stunned, she hadn't felt the fun yet, why was she suddenly hugged?

"Hmm~"

She writhed in the old lady's arms, "It's not fun~"

"I didn't even say I wouldn't play this!" Su Qinghe happily scraped the little guy's baby fat, Q bomb Q bomb, and it felt very good.

Xiao obediently pushed away Su Qinghe's hand in disgust, not letting him shave his face.

"Yo, are you still angry?" Su Qinghe's eyes lit up.

"Bad Dad~" the little guy mouthed.

Su Qinghe sat back on the sofa, stilted his right foot, and raised his eyebrows, "Good girl, do you want to play with seesaw?" ”

"Play~" The little obedient came over again.

was completely pinched by Su Qinghe.

……

Huang Zihua's call came after half past two in the afternoon, and he had already figured out Su Qinghe's work and rest habits.

He reported tomorrow's arrangements to Su Qinghe on the phone, and surprisingly, the major shareholder of the manor, a rich second generation, will also be present tomorrow, saying that he wants to talk to Su Qinghe.

specifically proposed to talk about it, it must be more than just talking about the farm, but Su Qinghe felt inexplicable, he didn't know each other, what else could he talk about?

"Let's talk about it, after all, he is the majority shareholder of the farm and the owner of the land, and sooner or later he will inevitably have to deal with it."

"Okay, I'll get back to them."

"Remember, just talk, don't eat. Unless you want to be beaten up by your sister! Su Qinghe specially reminded Huang Zihua, "Do you know how to reply?" ”

"Don't make it seem like we're doing it too much, but we have to put it on a show, I know." Huang Zihua understood.

"That's okay, you can discuss the wording with Xiao Li, Xiao Li has experience."

Hanging up the phone, Su Qinghe walked back to the house, watched the little obedient sleeping soundly on the fence carpet, and walked in.

The little guy doesn't suck his fingers much when he sleeps, but the sleeping position is particularly domineering, and he has to lie down into a big word, but it's okay in bed at night, at least he is obedient to give his parents space to sleep.

Su Qinghe tucked the small blanket covering the little guy, and looked at the little baby with his elbows propped up, and a baby's exclusive milk fragrance came to his nose.

The little guy has all the flesh, the skin is white and red, and the powder is like jade. Her eyelashes were long, her breathing was light, and her little lips were red and shiny.

Su Qinghe loved it more and more, and couldn't help but gently touch the little guy's face, but was bumped into by the old lady.

"Why are you so owed, wake up obediently, I'm not done with you!" The old lady lowered her voice and scolded.

Su Qinghe withdrew his hand and pulled the corners of his mouth at the old lady, signaling that he knew he was wrong.

The old lady seized the opportunity, where would she let Su Qinghe go so easily, "If you are so idle, go to the greenhouse more, and let Xiao Gong and them do everything, I have still seen a lazy boss like you." ”

Su Qinghe walked to the fence and whispered, "Mother, I don't understand, what do you often do." There is a specialization in the art industry, and professional things have to be handed over to professional people to do, and the most feared thing is to guide the insiders in doing things. ”

"Then you have to find something to do, idle all day, like something!" At the beginning, the old lady was so happy when she heard that Su Qinghe was going to farm, but now that she looks at it, he is just looking for someone to farm!

She really can't see her children and grandchildren doing nothing at a young age, and she looks idle.

If it weren't for her old age, her children and grandchildren would not let her work, and she would still want to go up the mountain to spray pesticides on lychee trees!

"I'll go to Ah Chi's room now and move books down to study!" Su Qinghe walked out of the fence and took three steps and two steps up to the third floor.

With the same layout as the second floor, Su Qinghe opened the door of Su Qingchi's study, which was very simplely furnished, a desk and a chair, a bookshelf full of books with titles and terms, and an old red wooden box in the corner.

This wooden box has been around for some years, and the suitcase used by the neighbor's sister to live in junior high school was given to him after he went to junior high school, and he gave it to Su Qingchi after he dropped out of school.

At that time, it was a great thing for anyone in the countryside to have a suitcase, and when the baby was hidden at home, how could the children be taken to school. It's all this kind of wooden box with a padlock.

The wooden box is unlocked now, Su Qinghe opened it and flipped through it, and the box was full of either textbooks and notebooks, or homework books and test papers.

I casually took a notebook and flipped it over, it was well preserved, and the handwriting was neat and clear, but Su Qinghe couldn't read it.

Turning to the front and looking at it, the two handwritten words on the title page made his face dark—chemistry!

It was a course only available in the third year of junior high school, and he hadn't studied it!