Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 5549 Did you think about it? (6)

After searching for a while, Senbao was tired, and he almost ate up the cheese in his hand.

He looked down and patted his swollen belly again. He ate a lot today, so satisfied.

Qiao's house is full of Christmas decorations, which is very Christmas atmosphere. Senbao walks on the promenade alone. He likes it very much, but he still wants to find that little villain.

After searching for a long time, I still couldn't find it.

Senbao was discouraged.

He likes to kick things when he is in a bad mood, even though this is Uncle Joe's house, he still kicked over a few flower pots.

A group of servants ran over anxiously: "Little ancestor, don't spoil the flowers and plants, these are very precious species."

Senbao curled his lips.

The men smoking on the balcony happened to see the little guy Senbao, and Song Shaoyan hurried downstairs.

He grabbed Senbao's hand: "What are you doing? Do you regard this as your own home? If your mother sees it, you will have good fruit to eat."

Senbao was so angry that he suddenly didn't want to talk.

He would talk back when he was taught before, but this time he didn't speak, his head was down, and he was unhappy.

Senbao is a child who can't hide his expression, all emotions are written on his face, Song Shaoyan thought he was sick at first glance, why didn't he speak?
"This is Uncle Qiao's house, do you understand? Hold up the flower pot." Song Shaoyan taught him.

The servant said: "No, no, we can come."

"No, let him come." Song Shaoyan let go of his hand, "Song Beisen, help the flowerpot up."

Senbao was not happy. He silently knelt down to help up the flowerpots he kicked over one by one. Fortunately, these flowerpots were not broken, but the soil in the flowerpots was dumped on the ground.

Senbao put the cheese box on the ground foolishly and grabbed the soil with his hands.

Song Shaoyan was furious: "Song Beisen, do you have any brains?!"

Senbao was at a loss, why, no matter what he did, he couldn't do anything right.

Song Shaoyan was very angry.

Senbao's hands are black and full of dirt.

Song Shaoyan was so angry that he wanted to slap him, but Josnian stopped him: "Okay, are you really willing to slap your own child?"

"Old Qiao, if your Jiazhibao is like this, will you beat him?" Song Shaoyan was furious.

"My Jiazhibao can't do this kind of thing." Josnian raised his eyebrows, understating it.

Song Shaoyan: "..."

Can he shut up Josnian? !This is not called consolation, this is called adding fuel to the fire!

Although Senbao didn't speak, he still looked unconvinced, and his small expression was very similar to Song Shaoyan.

Josnian looked at Song Beisen's resemblance to Song Shaoyan. Song Beisen's appearance was not inherited from Song Shaoyan, so he had no choice but to refuse.

"Young master, I'll take you to wash your hands." The servant observed his words, fearing that Mr. Song would beat the child, he took Senbao's hand and left.

Senbao went down every step, not daring to talk back to his father.

Although Dad is a paper tiger, sometimes paper tigers are quite scary.

Before leaving, he did not forget to pick up the cheese box on the ground and followed the servant.

Song Shaoyan looked at Song Beisen's retreating back angrily, and couldn't get angry. After all, he was his own son, and he was quite cute.

For a long time, Song Shaoyan remained silent, frowning.

Josnian laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be angry, it's okay for kids to be naughty."

"What do you know?" Song Shaoyan knew that this was not the first time Senbao had been like this.

"Why don't I understand, Chengfan was more naughty than Senbao when he was young."

(End of this chapter)