Milk Tuan is four and a half years old, and his seven brothers dote on him vigorously

Chapter 67 The Different Yan Zisong

Mian Mian found that Yan Zisong had become a little different.

His demeanor is slow and orderly, neither twitching nor cramped, and in just one month, he has changed from a social fear to a social bull.

In just half a day, he knew the names of all the brothers and sisters in the class.

Even because of her good looks, she deeply pleases her sisters.

"I'll drink it for you." Mianmian stared at the strawberry milk handed over, and was stunned.

This was given to him by the squad leader just now, so what does it matter if you drink it yourself?

"No, thank you." Mianmian smiled awkwardly, and returned to scribbling on the book.

Yan Zisong put the milk on her table domineeringly: "I have it too, the sister of the squad leader gave me two bottles."

"Don't you like strawberry flavored things the most?"

"You... how do you know?" Mianmian was in a good mood, although she was very reluctant just now.

But now she is happily drinking strawberry milk with Yan Zisong, putting her legs on his table.

Yan Zisong was not annoyed, he glanced at the latest trendy shoes on her feet: "It looks good."

"Thank you, my brother bought it for me, hehe."

Hearing her talking about Li Beichen, Yan Zisong's eyes lit up: "Your brother, are you still taking you to school?"

Shaking his head softly, he didn't seem to continue to answer this question.

Yan Zisong saw that she was not interested, so he changed the subject: "No. [-] middle school is better, there are no weird people."

Mianmian smacked her mouth, recalling the sweet taste of strawberries, and supported his words: "Of course."

"I also think it's good here, it's really a hero who sees the same thing!"

Listening to her words, Yan Zisong couldn't help laughing. When he laughed, he was as calm as his brother, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled.

"Strictly speaking, you are indeed a hero." Yan Zisong continued, "If you hadn't saved me last time, maybe I would have surrendered."

Mianmian didn't hear his words, and was still immersed in her own doubts.

She moved a little closer, looked at Yan Zisong carefully, like a detective: "Be honest, have you taken a fancy to my brother?"

Yan Zisong took a sip of strawberry milk and almost spit it out.

"What did you say?" He blushed, as if his whole body was about to burn.

Mianmian was unwilling to let go of any expression on his face: "Then why are you imitating my brother?"

"You!" Mianmian pointed at his mouth, nose and eyes: "Why do you look like my brother up and down?"

A flash of shame and haste flashed across Yan Zisong's eyes.

The continuous observation ability is really good, maybe this is the talent of every painter.

Observe the nuances.

"I...not." Yan Zisong explained slightly pale.

Mianmian didn't believe it at all, and she could see the clue from his nervousness: "Then why are you talking intermittently?"

"You just have it! Don't imitate my brother!" Mianmian was a little angry.

She hasn't seen her brother for a long time, and she misses him so much every day.

Yan Zisong even deliberately imitated, isn't it just to poke her heart?

"I..." Yan Zisong was helpless and didn't know what to say.

Some words, he doesn't want to explain, or it's not time to explain: "I admire your brother very much, I won't do it in the future."

"But I treat him definitely not as you think." Yan Zisong was ashamed, helplessly being influenced by this group of junior high school students.

It's normal to always feel that something happens between men.

"That's good. If you learn again, I won't play with you."

An elder brother can only be an elder brother, and no one can imitate him.

Because Yan Zisong admitted his mistakes sincerely, Mianmian decided to forgive him, and the two are still good friends.

But she was still curious about why Yan Zisong had changed so much.

Physical education, free time.

The physical education teacher did not assign tasks to Mianmian and Yan Zisong. They are still young, and the activities for junior high school students are not suitable for them whose bodies are not yet fully developed.

Sitting on the asphalt playground, Mianmian pokes the autumn leaves that have failed miserably, watching the junior high school students having fun from afar.

Yan Zisong saw the envy and helplessness in her eyes, "Let's go too."

"Forget it, I don't want to go." Mianmian dropped the branch and looked at Yan Zisong. He was against the light, and his snow-white skin shone like a diamond.

"Yan Zisong, why are you different from before?"

Mian Mian asked casually, the autumn wind blew away the stumped branches in front of her, rolled around twice and stopped at Yan Zisong's feet.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, he stepped on the broken branches, and the soles of his feet made a sobbing and cracking sound.

"No." Yan Zisong wiped the seat next to her with a tissue before sitting down.

Tsk-tsk twice, making fun of his cleanliness.

"Why not? You're not socially afraid at all, and you're not a little crybag anymore."

Yan Zisong smiled lightly, but Mianmian couldn't feel a trace of happiness.

"It's useless to cry. I should fight bravely like you, so I won't cry anymore."

Mianmian was stunned for a moment, then sighed with emotion and comfort: "I've grown up."

Yan Zisong was amused by her, seeing her pretending to be an adult, she was so cute.

"Mianmian, what kind of boy do you like?" After Yan Zisong asked, he kept playing with his fingers.

"Emmm, I don't know, my brother is like that, I like my brother the most."

Yan Zisong's eyes were a little dim, and some were even lower.

"I will try my best to become the same person as Brother Li."

Mianmian propped her chin and looked at Yan Zisong. Although his face was not bad, it was worse than his elder brother.

As for the personality, it is even less like my brother.

"No! I only have one brother, and you can't call him brother!" Mian Mian was very domineering, making Yan Zi helpless.

"Oh, I see." Facing Mian Mian, he was always powerless.

Even in the Yan family, he has gradually gained a firm foothold, showing his ambition wildly.

"School is over, I'm going back first!"

Physical education class is the last class. As soon as the bell rang, Mianmian ran back to the classroom to get her schoolbag.

Yan Zisong couldn't even catch up with her.

"Mianmian, why are you in such a hurry?" Yan Zisong couldn't breathe, if the school hadn't insisted on day students roll roll at the door, he would have missed it with Mianmian.

"I want to go back and call my brother, let's not talk about it!"

"Li Mianmian." The teacher called her name.

"Fall!" Seeing her name crossed out, Mianmian rushed into a Bentley at the school gate with her schoolbag in hand.

"Let's go! See Yan Zisong tomorrow!"

The car drove away, Yan Zisong felt a little lost, and a Land Rover next to him stopped in front of him: "Young master, everyone in the family is here today, are you going?"

The driver tested his meaning, Yan Zisong said in a deep voice, and handed him the schoolbag: "Why don't you go?"

He is also the son of the Yan family, and will be the most outstanding son of the Yan family.

(End of this chapter)