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

Chapter 87 Commemorative Photo

The weekend passed quickly, and Mianmian was a little bit reluctant to leave.

The setting sun sprinkled a golden radiance on the sea, and fell asleep in Li Beichen's arms.

Shen Yunting stood up on his knees and stretched a lot.

"It's time for Beichen, let's go back."

As he said that, he smiled and pointed at Mianmian: "This girl is nine years old."

Li Beichen responded, covered the coat hanging on the beach chair softly, and gently smoothed the broken hair on her forehead.

Shen Yunting clicked his tongue twice: "You dad, you did a really good job."

"Drive." Li Beichen's tone was cool, and Shen Yunting couldn't help but shiver in the cold wind.

He flicked the car keys carelessly, deliberately bent over to get closer and lowered his voice: "Do you have any other feelings for Mian Mian?"

Li Beichen raised his eyes suddenly, his eyes were as cold as ice, Shen Yunting suddenly laughed twice and backed away: "I'm just kidding you, why are you angry?"

"I've heard some gossip recently, and you should pay attention to it yourself."

Shen Yunting suddenly became serious. Li Beichen had offended many people in the company and the industry, and now they even poured sewage on Mianmian.

"If you want her to get away, quickly find out who is talking nonsense."

Li Beichen's face became more and more serious, and the girl in his arms smacked her pink mouth twice, and the two of them ended the topic.

After a while, Mianmian stretched her waist and rubbed against Li Beichen's arms. Shen Yunting raised her eyebrows, envious and jealous.

I wish I had a younger sister!

"Brother, I'm hungry." Mianmian rubbed her stomach, showing a pitiful expression, her pair of watery eyes caught people tightly.

Li Beichen smiled dotingly, helped her to sit up, the clouds on the sea were full of fiery clouds, and the sky was gorgeous and bright.

Mianmian stared blankly, ignoring her growling stomach, grabbed Li Beichen with one hand, and Shen Yunting with the other, excitedly: "Take a picture! Take a picture!"

"Let's take a picture together!"

Shen Yunting is the King of Kids, and he very much agrees with Mianmian's proposal, taking out his phone and taking random pictures.

Li Beichen was pulled back and forth by the two, and Shen Yunting directly hugged Mianmian and threw a fight on his neck.

"Shen..." Before Li Beichen finished speaking, Mianmian screamed in fright.

He held down Mianmian's thighs with both hands, stabilized his figure, and comforted him gently: "Don't be afraid."

Mianmian sat firmly on Li Beichen's shoulders, and the picture in front of her eyes became wider. This new feeling made her shout excitedly.

"Brother Yunting! Hurry up, hurry up!"

While marveling at Li Beichen's good temper, Shen Yunting frantically pressed the shutter.

The continuous laughter attracted people around, and many foreign tourists showed complacency and envy when they saw the three brothers and sisters.

"It's so nice to see them."

"That little girl is so cute!"

Li Beichen cooperated with Mianmian and Shen Yunting, and took pictures until the sun went down. Then the three had dinner at a food stall along the edge and set off for home.

It was night, and Mianmian was carried into the house by Li Beichen.

Qin Yuya looked at Li Beichen's slightly raised eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Did you have fun today?"

Li Beichen nodded, and his eyes fell on the sleeping Mianmian: "Mom, I'll take Mianmian back to the house first, she is too tired."

"Go, go." Qin Yuya looked relieved.

Li Beichen carried her upstairs, entered the room, put Mianmian on the bed, took off her shoes and socks, and covered her with a quilt.

The room was surprisingly quiet, grinning dreamily, with two drops of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Li Beichen shook his head with a smile, wiped her face with a tissue, and sat by the window staring at her lovely sleeping face.

What Shen Yunting said in the afternoon echoed in his mind, and Li Beichen was also in a daze.

A few years passed in a flash, and Mianmian was already nine years old.

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"Brother, Mianmian likes brother the most!" Mianmian was talking in her sleep, waving her hands indiscriminately.

Li Beichen came back to his senses, took her hand and put it back again, the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.

It doesn't matter what they say, as long as they stay by his side.

Anyone who pays attention to Mianmian deserves to die.

Li Beichen's eyes suddenly turned cold, he got up and left the room, and called Shen Yunting.

"Before the end of the month, I want to know the list of all the gossips."

On the other side of the phone, Shen Yunting was still doing nothing, leaning against the sofa with his feet on the table: "I thought you were too lazy to care about this."

Li Beichen hung up the phone, ignoring Shen Yunting's teasing.

on Monday.

Mianmian got up from the bed with her tired body supported, her hair sleeping like a chicken coop.

The housekeeper hung the ironed clothes on the drying rack: "Miss, breakfast is ready, you still have 10 minutes."

Mianmian opened her eyes wide in an instant, hurriedly dressed and went downstairs.

He picked up the sandwich on the plate and put it in his mouth: "I won't drink the milk, I'm leaving first!"

The housekeeper didn't have time to ask, so Mianmian put on her shoes, picked up her schoolbag and ran outside.

"Miss! The young master has already asked you to leave! You don't have to go in such a hurry!" the butler almost shouted with an old voice.

Mian Mian slammed on the brakes, stood in the yard and turned around in a daze, the expression on his face immediately changed, turned back, and threw his schoolbag on the sofa: "Uncle housekeeper, you should have said it earlier."

The housekeeper smiled helplessly, and handed over the hot milk: "Young master knows that you won't be able to get up today, so he greeted the teacher in advance."

"No matter how anxious you are, you still have to have a good breakfast."

Panting slightly, Mian Mian bit the sandwich in her mouth, and passed the other on the plate to the housekeeper: "Uncle Wang, you can eat too."

The butler shook his head, not daring to go beyond the rules: "Miss, I can't serve you at the table."

"Why? Just eat it. Where are there so many rules?"

Mianmian grabbed the butler's sleeve and dragged him to sit beside her.

With just a light tug, the butler was actually pulled by her.

The two of them looked at each other in disbelief.

Mianmian looked at her two hands, they were the same as usual, white, tender and small.

"I actually have such a strong spirit?!"

Even the butler didn't understand, he obviously resisted just now.

"Miss has grown up, she should be stronger." The butler made things right, but he was still a little surprised.

"Really?" Mianmian slowly accepted this hypothesis without thinking too much.

But sleepiness came faster than satiety, and her eyelids drooped unconsciously as she ate.

The butler was amused by her: "Miss, why don't you rest at home today."

"Huh?" Mianmian took a while to come back to her senses, heard his words clearly, shook her head and said, "No, I'm going."

"Otherwise you will miss a lot of classes."

The housekeeper didn't expose her words, but the young lady never cared if she was in class or not, she was only happy when she was not in class.

(End of this chapter)