Chapter 17

Yuan Ting and Cheng Nanyi returned to the living room, and the old man nodded at them when he saw them.

Cheng Nanyi also nodded: "Okay, I know." Then he said to Yuan Ting: "Let's go." ”

Yuan Ting was confused,

Let's go?

Where to go?

Yuan Ting asked as he walked out with him, "Where are you going?" I don't want to go anywhere, I want to play game consoles, you can bring back the game console for Mo Yikai and give it to me. ”

Cheng Nanyi stopped and looked down at the little cub: "Answer the questions first, you can't get the things you sent back, if you like it, I can buy you another one." ”

"Oh." Yuan Ting pouted, he just felt sorry for the game console, it was something that he could buy if he wanted to, but it was not easy to buy, it was really cheap Mo Yikai's goods.

"Alright, now let's go write calligraphy." This is the answer to the first question.

"Why do you write calligraphy?" Yuan Ting immediately exploded, his eyes widened, and he had an expression of what are you kidding, "What am I doing, I want to write calligraphy?" "This thing is too torturous, standing at the door for four hours, who can stand it, Cheng Nanyi's later perversion is not unreasonable.

Cheng Nanyi hooked his lips, pressed the top of the little curly hair, and turned him around: "Don't complain." ”

Yuan Ting stood speechlessly at the gate holding an ink ingot and grinding ink, puzzled, so he asked Cheng Nanyi very sincerely: "Brother, didn't you say that I was not wrong, then why should I be punished?" ”

"Fights and brawls are inherently wrong." Cheng Nanyi took a brush and lowered his eyes to write, and took time to perfunctory Yuanting.

And he also shielded Yuan Ting and used his grandfather's identity to oppress people, and he should be punished.

“？？？” Yuan Ting threw the ink ingot, half of his body lay on the stone table, his head stretched over to Cheng Nanyi's nose and looked up at him, "Brother, you didn't say that before, you said that I was a victim." ”

Cheng Nanyi took the brush a little farther away, lowered his head to Shang Yuanting's innocent eyes, and raised his eyebrows, "The victim spits on people casually?" Isn't your saliva sanitized? Why spit on him? ”

Yuan Ting blinked, slowly retracted his head, then stood up straight and picked up the ink ingot to continue grinding the ink, and said very well-behaved: "Brother, your handwriting is so beautiful." ”

It's going to change the subject.

Cheng Nanyi looked sideways at the little curly hair with dodgy eyes, and suddenly asked, "So, Yuan Ting, do you hate me very much?" That's why I spat on him.

He used to think that this child was stupid, but now he finds that he has actually been deceived by his innocent and beautiful appearance, and when he gets along, he will find that this child is a ghost, and his big eyes are easy to deceive.

Yuan Ting couldn't help cheering in his heart when he heard this, did he finally see it?

Is that a nuisance? That's an obsession that I can't wait to see each other again for the rest of my life.

Cheng Nanyi looked at the child's eyes and blinked for a long time, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was dangerous: "What, I guessed right?" ”

Guessed right?

Of course, he guessed right, but he didn't dare to say.

Perverted and paranoid people often hold grudges, and if this leaves the root of hatred on him, it will be a bad calf.

"Nodding your head is hating me, shaking your head is not hating." Cheng Nanyi is good at persuasion, and it is bound to be clear.

Yuan Ting subconsciously shook his head, he didn't dare to admit it in front of him.

And he doesn't hate Cheng Nanyi, escaping and hating are two concepts, and he doesn't like to use hate to describe his relationship with Cheng Nanyi.

Seeing that Yuan Ting shook his head, the corners of Cheng Nanyi's mouth rose significantly, and he nodded: "Okay, I know." ”

？？？

"You ......," Yuan Ting asked cautiously, "what do you know?" ”

Cheng Nanyi glanced at him, stretched out the brush in his hand and scratched his face, then lowered his head and continued to write.

Since it's not that I hate him, there is only one reason to "get his attention", after all, the child cried and said that he liked himself before.

Children's ideas are always different from ordinary people, and this is especially true of a quirky child like Yuan Ting, and he has indeed succeeded in attracting his attention.

He didn't like children before and thought they were troublesome, but Yuan Ting was different, he still ...... I like him a lot.

Of course, it would be nice if the cubs could be cleaner.

But this can be changed later, and he can teach him.

Yuan Ting touched the wet ink on his face and swallowed his saliva, he didn't know what Cheng Nanyi was thinking in his heart, but he always felt that something was not quite right, it seemed that the two of them were chatting and chatting again.

"I ......"

"Shhh

Yuan Ting could only shut up.

It was impossible to let Yuan Ting write quietly, his eyes rolled wildly, and finally his eyes fell on Cheng Nanyi.

He could tell he was in a good mood, and there was obvious pleasure between his eyebrows.

The young man is really dazzling, his back is straight like a green pine, Yuan Ting is a little fascinated by holding his cheeks, such a person should stand in the sun, not in a wheelchair.

Yuan Ting has not seen the happy Cheng Nanyi for many years, what he sees every day is that indifferent and gloomy face, Yuan Ting is not afraid, but he feels sorry that he was once such a proud son of the sky, but in the end he was trapped and unable to move an inch.

Cheng Nanyi, you must live well in this life, you must shine, you must be the eldest young master of the Cheng family, and you must make everyone envy and look up.

You only need to be responsible for taking the trajectory of your life, as for other things, Yuan Ting patted his chest, don't worry, uncle, I will take action.

Yuan Ting was dancing like a gorilla, and Cheng Nanyi glanced at him suspiciously: "Are you uncomfortable?" ”

Yuan Ting snorted arrogantly, little brat, you know a ball.

Yuan Ting really didn't want to write, so he simply climbed onto the table and lay there and closed his eyes.

The stone table is not too small, the child is not too big, lying there with Erlang's legs crossed occupies half of the table, and it is connected with the rice paper spread on the table, as if it originally existed in it.

Although the child is small, he is full of vitality, and looking at him is like seeing spring, full of vitality.

Cheng Nanyi stretched out his hand and flicked it on his smooth head, and Yuan Ting laughed out loud.

Cheng Nanyi also smiled.

The sky in early autumn is cloudless, and the breeze is slow, but it is really pleasant.

Yuan Ting lay there with his arms on his pillow and dangling his feet, feeling as if time had stood still.

Until a car stopped at the door and broke the harmony.

The car window was lowered, and a man's head poked out: "Yo, Nan Yi was fined for writing again." ”

"Hello Uncle Mo." Cheng Nanyi greeted him.

Mo Yikai's father?

Yuan Ting opened his eyes and looked lazily, come, let the master take a look at this scumbag.

It's okay not to look at it, but when I look at it, I almost blindfolded Yuan Ting.

, why is this woman in Mo Yikai's father's car?

In the open window, isn't the woman sitting in the co-pilot the junior?

In his previous life, Yuan Ting had seen this woman and was impressed, because this woman looked very much like a movie star he liked, so Yuan Ting responded for a long time.

Now this woman is younger, but it is only the difference between her thirties and her twenties, and the woman is well maintained, and the difference is not big, so Yuan Ting recognized it at a glance.

What is this for? Why did you suddenly bring a mistress to the door?

This is too arrogant.

After Mo Yikai and his father said hello, they drove in the direction of their house, and Yuan Ting immediately rolled off the table and chased after him.

I'd like to see what you scumbag are up to.

Shouldn't it be, is there a change in the events of this life?

"Yuan Ting ......" Cheng Nanyi looked at the small figure running away with a smoke, a little helpless, why was he so willing to go to Mo Yikai's house?

What was there that attracted him?

Could it be that he also wanted to attract Mo Yikai's attention?

Cheng Nanyi's brows furrowed, and he also stuck out his tongue at Mo Yikai and spat on him, by the way, he also gave Mo Yikai a king of his favorite ingots.

And I haven't received any gift from him until now.