Sui Bao's face immediately sank, and the little milk voice was sharp, "It's too big on the stage, the strain is non-stop, the three souls are permanent, and there is no loss!" Break! ”

As the words fell, Ning Tingchen only felt that his whole body was suddenly light, and his originally muddy eyes became clear.

He didn't need to explain to the little milk group, he also knew what had just happened.

It's those unsightly beasts of the Seven Dou Sect again!

Thinking of what happened to his wife who died tragically and his daughter in the past three and a half years, Ning Tingchen couldn't calm down.

When the emotions were surging, Sui Bao's serious voice sounded in his ears, "Dad, you can't be angry anymore." ”

Worried that she didn't understand, she added: "Those bad guys do bad things when others are particularly angry."

Hmm~ It's okay to be too sad. ”

In the end, the little milk group summed up a sentence.

"When you are emotionally aggressive, or when you are not in good health, you may let the bad guys succeed!"

Ning Ziyan asked: "Is Sui Bao talking about mood swings?" ”

He remembered that the two times when the third uncle lost his mind, it was when he was very angry.

This kind of yin damage method can only be used by those people in the Seven Dou Sect.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Sui Bao nodded hurriedly, and didn't forget to praise: "The third brother is so good, you know too much!" ”

If someone else is sure to be slapped, it comes out of the mouth of the little milk ball, but it easily makes the corners of the mouth rise.

Whether there is ambiguity in the words mainly depends on who the person is talking about.

Under Zhou Chongjin's arrangement, Zhou Ying was pushed directly to the VIP suite of the inpatient department when he came out of the emergency room.

Xiao Jianjian was sent to the ward by a special person, and as soon as he saw Sui Bao, he rushed to her with a sliding shovel on both legs, and then lay down on all fours.

If it weren't for the silky movements, Ning Ziyan would have to ring the bell and call the doctor to come over to see if it was a mistake.

In the next second, I saw Sui Bao kneeling on the ground more smoothly, and the cut yellow table paper was laid on the white and tender belly of the little sword, and he recited words to the bald brush in his hand.

The bald brush seems to be given a soul in an instant, and the body of the pen exudes a faint golden light.

Ning Tingchen didn't dare to interrupt easily when she was drawing, and when she saw that she had put away the pen, she hurriedly stepped forward and scooped the person up from the ground.

"Sui Bao, did you just fall and hurt?"

Ning Tingchen asked cautiously, and his eyes were as distressed as he was.

Sui Bao shook his little head and said crisply: "Sui Bao doesn't hurt, Dad let go, Sui Bao still has to draw one!" ”

"Another one?" Ning Tingchen's face suddenly darkened, and he scolded Zhou Ying from head to toe several times in his heart.

Back then, the stinky boy misunderstood Ziyan's matter, and he didn't have time to find him to settle it well, but now it's good, and his daughter is troublesome again.

They would rather not owe the Zhou family!

Sui Bao smiled and nodded, a pair of big eyes shining, "Yes, Sui Bao still wants to draw one for Dad!" ”

"Give it to me?" Ning Tingchen was stunned for a moment, and then his heart felt as if he had been poured honey, not to mention how beautiful it was.

No wonder others say that the daughter is the father's intimate little padded jacket, which is warm!

But drawing a talisman is a talisman, but it's not okay to draw it on your knees like this.

He looked distressed and couldn't accept it.

After listening to Ning Tingchen's opinion, Sui Bao habitually reached out to grab the small tugs on the top of his head, but he caught the lace on the brim of his hat.

Afraid of embarrassment, she quickly tidied up again, pretending that she was busy.

Ning Tingchen didn't say anything through it, he scooped up the small sword on the ground with one hand, and put it on the small table next to him, "Good, sit here and draw." ”

The little sword that suddenly flew up: "??? ”

He wanted to turn over, only to find that he was being choked by the throat of fate.

Let him see who is so big of a dog!

Oh, little master's father, forget it, he lies down.

The table is actually quite comfortable, and the view is good.

"Thank you, Dad!" Sui Bao hurriedly patted the soil on his knees, went over to stand next to the table, slapped the yellow paper on the belly of Xiao Jianjian, and began to draw talismans.

When Old Man Lu brought Lu Mojin over, he saw such a scene.

The little milk ball, which is no taller than an adult's legs, is tiptoeing, drawing something on the pink belly of a pig.

Even if he has already seen the spirituality of Xiao Jianjian, at this moment, the old man is a little incompetent.

Lu Mojin was not surprised at all, seeing that Sui Bao heard the movement and looked up, the corners of his lips unconsciously rose.

"Brother Mojin?" The little milk dumpling looked surprised, and quickly folded the drawn rune paper and handed it to Ning Tingchen, who had a black face next to him, and then ran towards him with his little short legs.

He had just run two steps before he was picked up from behind, and his feet left the ground in an instant.

Knowing that the person holding her was her father, Sui Bao was not nervous at all, and smiled sweetly at the grandfather and grandson, "Grandpa Lu, Brother Mojin, what a coincidence!" ”

Skillful?

The corners of Ning Tingchen's lips twitched slightly, and he didn't know whether to say a dirty word when it came to his mouth.

Old Man Lu smiled and said, "It's quite a coincidence, an old comrade-in-arms of mine was hospitalized in the ward next door, and it happened to be the weekend, so I brought Mo Jin over to see him." ”

Sui Bao was convinced, reached out and took out the small square bag, found two candies, and stretched out his hand towards Lu Mojin, "Brother Mojin, give you candy!" ”

She was still in Ning Tingchen's arms, even if she bent over, this candy would not reach Lu Mojin's hands.

In Ning Tingchen's view, smart children should know how to say "no" at this time.

The stinky boy of the Lu family is obviously smart.

It's just that he has made a thousand calculations, but he has missed a little.

What if people are just willing?

Lu Mojin walked in front of him in a few steps, raised his hand high, and said with a shy smile: "Thank you, Sister Suibao." ”