Jing Yu just finished reading a book and was about to take it, when Lin Yiyi smiled and asked, "Is it okay for Jinyu to eat some grapes?" ”

The little guy shook his head expressionlessly, Lin Yiyi snatched the book in his hand, and pretended to be angry and said, "If you don't eat it, you are not allowed to read it." ”

Jinyu picked up two grapes from the plate and threw them in her mouth, then grabbed the notebook and continued to read it......

Lin Yiyi and Yang Hui were speechless for a while......

"You go and rest, I'll look at him!" Lin Yiyi said to Yang Hui.

"You've just finished being busy, and you're ...... tired," Yang Hui put on his glasses again.

"I'm fine, coax him to eat some fruit here, you can rest assured to sleep!"

Lin Yiyi picked up a grape and stuffed it into her mouth, turned on the TV, and pressed the mute button for fear of disturbing the little guy.

"I'll sleep here!" Yang Hui didn't bother to go upstairs, and lay down directly on the sofa.

Lin Yiyi was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she took a blanket to cover his abdomen.

So, in the afternoon, Jane's house slept alone, watched silent TV series alone, and read notes with a child until five o'clock......

Lin Yiyi was about to start busy dinner, and Yang Hui went to help wash the vegetables.

After reading the notes, the little one sat on the sofa and pondered, not knowing what he was thinking......

Nangong Jing walked in from outside the door and saw him sitting cross-legged on the sofa alone, walking over slowly.

"What are you thinking?" After sitting down across from him, he raised an eyebrow.

Jin Yu looked at him blankly, as if he didn't understand why he was here. Glancing up at the clock on the wall, I realized that it was half past five.

I lifted my eyes, picked up the drawing board and pen on the coffee table, and wrote, "Before, was my mother fighting very badly? ”

A trace of astonishment flashed between Nangong Jing's eyebrows, because it was the first time that this little guy had written so many words.

Normally, as long as he can do it with a nod and a shake, he will never put pen to paper.

What surprised him the most was that his handwriting was very similar to Jian Junxi's font, soft and rigid, and the pen line was like flowing water, and the atmosphere was magnificent.

The dark eyes were as dark as an ancient well, staring at the little guy with a little deep meaning, but he didn't speak, as if waiting for his next ......

Jinyu's face darkened a little, and she wrote, "You can't beat my mother?" ”

Nangong Jing's face suddenly became darker than midnight, and he said coldly and contemptuously: "Who said I couldn't beat her? It's just for her! ”

Jinyu gave him a big white eye and wrote, "My mother can use you?" ”

Nangong Jing poured himself a glass of water on the coffee table and just put it to his lips......

When he raised his eyes and saw it, he choked and coughed: "Ahem......"

"What's wrong? Gong Jing? Do you have a cold? Yang Hui came out with the food, just saw this scene, and asked uneasily.

"It's okay, I'm choking on water!" Nangong Jing waved his hand, and Yang Hui didn't come over when he saw that his face was normal.

Jin Yu glared at him with contempt, the words on the drawing board could choke people to death, and with those ruthless little eyes, it was exactly like his mother.

Nangong Jing knew it, and after reading the fucking notes, her mother was the strongest in the world, and there would be no one more powerful than her.

The corners of my lips couldn't help twitching a few times, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Said helplessly: "Your mother is indeed very strong, I'm not her opponent!" So? What are you trying to do?

Jin Yu wrote on the drawing board, "I want to go to school, learn knowledge, and learn martial arts." ”

Nangong Jing's handsome brows rose slightly, and he asked lightly, "What else do you want to learn?" Is it that as long as your mother knows how to do it, you have to learn it? ”

Jinyu's head nodded like a rattle

(End of chapter)