After eating a full meal, Zu'er, who has nothing to do, usually wants to take a nap.

She didn't know if the Zhang family had the concept of a lunch break, so she asked the junior official, and the little guy shook his head, saying that it was a lunch break in the summer.

Half an hour, not at this time.

Zu'er didn't sleep well yesterday and was really sleepy, and she couldn't let the little Qilin sit still.

After closing the door, he spread a picnic mat on the ground, and put a lot of little yellow chicken dolls and a few cars for him to play with.

I knew that when I could go back to my eldest nephew's childhood, she should have put more toys in the space.

These cars were bought by a blind man for Qiqi, and she didn't know when they would be put into the space.

The living environment here is not good, and she should go to the Great Elder to ask for a courtyard in the afternoon.

There is no small kitchen here in the guest house, and it is inconvenient for her to cook for the little unicorn.

After all, there are limited things in the space, and they should be replenished at any time in case they are needed.

I don't know what happened to the second goods of Yuanbao, I should have found out that I had cut off contact with her.

There was definitely something wrong with that meteorite consciousness, but what could she do as a mortal?

Losing the ingots, she is like a little girl caught by human traffickers.

If you don't believe the lie that the other party took her to buy candy, then you will only face being violently knocked unconscious.

Instead of this, it is better to pretend to cooperate, so as to protect yourself first and buy time for rescue.

Yuanbao's two-cargo system is a grasshopper with a rope with itself.

Whether she, the host, can go back alive or not depends on whether the backstage of the ingots is hard or the meteorite consciousness level is higher!

Squinting on the bed so crankily, Zu'er really fell asleep unconsciously.

It may be that he finally found his eldest nephew to relax, Zu'er slept for an hour and woke up refreshed.

Looking at the little official who was still sitting on the picnic mat and playing with toys, Zu'er's mood was better.

Sure enough, human nature is difficult to change, and Zhang Qiling's liking for little yellow chickens is engraved in his bones.

The little official has always been cautious with Zu'er, like a little mouse hiding in a hole, occasionally poking his head out to observe, and immediately retracting as soon as there is a disturbance.

It wasn't until Zu'er was breathing smoothly and completely asleep that he had the courage to hold those little dolls.

These weird-looking chicks are fluffy and fluffy, with tender yellow fluff and fiery red mouths, all of which poke at the cute point of the petty official.

He hugged this and touched that, and he liked each one of them.

Peeked around again, and then carefully buried his face in the stomach of the largest doll.

He knew that there should be no expectations, and the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

Just like when he was taken away by his adoptive father with joy, he thought that he finally had a father, but what was waiting for him was indeed the abyss of pain.

In the orphanage camp, only the older children would bully him, but they would only snatch his eggs and occasionally drive him outside to sleep.

But the adoptive father was even more terrible, he would let his own blood, punish himself for not sleeping, and often forget to give him food.

The feeling of dying was so cold that it shattered all his expectations.

Now he has finally escaped from his adoptive father, but he has not been able to return to the orphanage camp, but has been directly transferred to this aunt for adoption.

For young officials with limited knowledge, being adopted may not be as safe as staying in an orphanage camp.

At least there was a fixed time to eat, and no one was going to bleed him.

And what kind of life he lives after being adopted depends on the mood of the person who adopted him.

Through the conversations of several people in the orphanage, the junior official knew that the aunt who had newly adopted him was a person with a more noble temper than his adoptive father.

Was her tenderness to herself now a whim when she first got a new toy?

When does she start to get impatient?

Could she have been more cruel in her punishment for herself?

Everything he ate today was delicious, something he had never tasted before.

These toys are also cute, and they are not something that a mongrel like him can have.

What did my aunt want to get by giving herself so much?

Can he afford it, if he can't get the payment he wants, will his aunt turn her face quickly?

It may be that he was born with a high IQ, or it may be that the harsh living environment makes the petty officials more precocious.

During the time when Zu'er was sleeping, Xiaoguan was not completely indulged in toys, but kept reviewing the details of his relationship with Zu'er.

With his limited experience, he kept asking questions and analyzing them carefully, and out of the instinct of a small animal, he was thinking about how to protect himself as much as possible.

The potential of the human brain is limitless.

The only child, who is also 6 years old and has a simple and happy family environment, may not even be able to make up simple lies.

And those who raise more than a dozen children in big families together may already know how to please those in power, and even those who step on and frame their brothers and sisters may be possible.

The petty official is kind by nature and never wants to harm others, he just wants to protect himself from being hurt.

As hard as he had tried, it was hard to ask for anything as simple as his bloodline and identity.

Who wants to turn themselves into a mute unless they have to!

Zu'er didn't get up after waking up, but just watched her eldest nephew play with toys with joy.

Unfortunately, her mood soon dropped.

The emoji on the little guy's face was full of questions and fear, and she felt very uncomfortable when she saw it, and she couldn't wait to pull Zhang Fusheng over and break the body into pieces.

When the junior official found that Zu'er was awake, he quickly stood up and lowered his head without saying a word, as if he had done something wrong.

Zu'er suppressed the sourness in her heart, showed a gentle smile, and took a bottle of juice from the space to him.

"Is the petty officer thirsty?

Auntie has delicious juice here, and the toy aunt will put it away for you first.

Let's go and ask the Great Elder for a courtyard, and when my aunt has set up a room for you, I'll give them to you, and you can put them wherever you want."

The petty official still wants to tell his aunt everything, and her aunt is very rich and can buy you anything. ”

The junior official cautiously said thank you and stopped squeaking.

Zu'er sighed, packed up the toys, and led Xiao Guan out of the yard after drinking the juice.

The Great Elder was a little surprised when he heard that Zhang Zuer was coming, but he still hurriedly invited him in.

Looking at the little boy in the other party's hand, the great elder's heart moved, and he was guessing what the other party had in mind.

Zu'er didn't have any patience with this old man, and said bluntly, "Since you said that you pushed me out of the Fall Shield, then the courtyard must be given one."

It's good to call it a saint, and it's not a problem to always live in the guest house.

Also, we have to make some clothes for our mother, and I have my own fabrics, so you can find me a few tailors.

The yard is also cleaned up as soon as possible, and you don't have to worry about the furniture.

The windows should be changed to glass, and I want what materials are missing.

I couldn't ask for enough, the yard was clean and safe, there was a kitchenette and a garden.

The house can't be too old, the floor tiles can't be too broken, and the feng shui can't be too bad!

If you want to have a jacket room, I will allocate a few more people to use it by the way.

It doesn't matter if you have a spy eyeliner, but you have to be able to serve people.

I need to show up again, I don't need to be invisible, don't take it upon myself to enter my room, and don't rummage through my things.

I carry anything that is of little use, and you don't have to waste your efforts.

Also, when you arranged the stalking, you had trouble arranging a few light skills, one by one, panting like a cow and arguing in my ears.