"How presumptuous am I, don't think that if you are an adult, Yinyin will think that whatever you say is what you say! What Yinyin said is the truth! Why don't you talk about your rebuttal, and you want to say that the truth of Yinyin is presumptuous? ”

Mama Jiang was stunned and looked at the "horn-horn" little milk ball in front of her, this soft and delicate little face was more pink and sweet than all the little babies she had ever had, but the pink little mouth on this face was even more powerful than hers.

"You, you presumptuous!" Mama Jiang was also caught off guard by the baby's words for a while.

The milk fierce tea sound baby pouted in her mouth, and directly exposed her nonsense,

"Brother Jingqing said, but anyone who suddenly says 'presumptuous' to Yinyin after watching Yinyin's mouth open for a long time is a bad person who is angry and has nothing to say! Yinyin doesn't listen to you talk about some vexatious nonsense! ”

Mama Jiang opened her mouth with a red face, she had trained so many babies for her little master, and she was dumbfounded by a little baby for the first time.

At this moment, she finally knew what the disdainful gaze of Iris just now meant.

At this time, the bored Iris on the side also noticed that a group of young men around six or seven years old also surrounded at some point, probably attracted by the quarrel between the two little girls here.

Among them was an older son, about thirteen or fourteen years old, who was supposed to be the one who played with these little brothers.

Seeing that this young man has an extraordinary bearing, he is not dressed like an ordinary son, he is quite extravagant, and he should not be an ordinary identity.

When he was puzzled, he heard a little palace maid beside the third county lord whisper to Mama Jiang, "Mama, the imperial grandson is here." ”

When Mama Jiang heard this, her face suddenly changed slightly, and she subconsciously looked back, after seeing the young man, her eyes sank, and she hurriedly whispered to the palace maid, "Go and invite the prince to come." ”

The little palace maid immediately quietly withdrew from the crowd.

Iris quietly took in all this, and when she retracted her gaze, she saw a dozen little boys gathered around here, each with a light in their eyes, and they leaned aside with great interest to watch the two little sisters quarrel.

Looking at this group of grinning little radish heads, Iris smiled and shook her head.

She was very convinced that when this group of little guys came, they must have come under the banner of pulling a fight for the little sisters.

But they couldn't intervene at all, and as soon as Iris was distracted, they quarreled again.

Seeing that her grandmother hadn't said anything about this little baby, the lord of the three counties was so angry that she trembled, so she didn't care who came, pushed her mother away, and shouted at Xiao Chayin:

"The lord of this county can shake the whip if he wants to, can you control it! You're such a nosyman! I know you're jealous of me! What if you're jealous of me! Will you whip it! ”

The third county lord originally wanted to emphasize that the baby was jealous of her, but Xiao Chayin did not receive her hint.

The baby only listened to the first half of the sentence very simply, and pouted in protest.

"But your whip fell on my side, and it's not Yinyin's idle business! And it's not only rude for you to throw the whip like this, but it's also rude. My brother wasn't so rude! He's better at playing with this black whip than you. ”

Although the baby's voice is not as loud as the three county lords, and the soft and glutinous ones are not as imposing as the three county lords' shouts, her words are much clearer than the three county lords, word by word, as if they were smashed into the ears of the three county lords.

The third county lord was angry with a certain baby again, and in order to overshadow a certain baby's clear and neat "horn horn", she screamed more angrily,

"Idiot! You know what! This is called heroic, not rude! You just can't shake the whip, so you're jealous of the lord of this county! Don't think I can't see it! ”