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

Chapter 99 The Lost Lucky Bag

"Why am I here?"

The morning sun shone on her pretty face, she rubbed her eyes in a daze, and looked around.

Yesterday, Mingming slept with my brother.

Qin Yuya heard the movement in the room, opened the door with a smile and came in: "My baby is awake?"

In the early spring, Qin Yuya often worked in the Youth League that Mianmian liked early on.

"Get up and try the salted egg yolk red bean green ball made by Mom."

Too greedy, Mama Li lifted the quilt and got up, hugged Qin Yuya and kissed: "Mother is so kind!"

Qin Yuya couldn't stand her, and smiled from ear to ear.

"You were looking for your brother just now?"

Mianmian nodded while biting the Qingtuan: "I slept with my brother yesterday."

"Why did you wake up in your room today?"

Qin Yuya straightened her somewhat messy hair, and rubbed her gently with her fingertips, making it comfortable.

"Why do you look like a little flower?" Qin Yuya joked that her little baby was like a kitten.

Mianmian acted like a baby in her arms, resting her head on Qin Yuya's shoulder: "Mom, why doesn't my brother want to sleep with Mianmian recently?"

"Mianmian is so sad."

These words, she wanted to tell her brother, but she didn't know why it was a bit difficult to say.

Qin Yuya knew that Mianmian liked Li Beichen the most, but the siblings were not related by blood after all.

Naturally, they can't sleep in separate beds like their brothers and sisters.

"Mianmian, you've grown up, you're a girl, you can't sleep with boys." Qin Yuya said persuasively, "My brother doesn't dislike you."

"It's just that my brother is thinking about Mianmian, so he doesn't sleep with Mianmian."

Mianmian couldn't figure it out, this was her brother.

Why can't she sleep with her brother? She knows the reason why men and women can't kiss each other.

But Li Beichen is her brother!

Mian Mian nodded, half understanding.

"Okay, then it's fine if I don't sleep with my brother from now on." Mian Mian was a little frustrated, and even the green ball in her mouth became tasteless.

Qin Yuya rubbed her head: "Mianmian is obedient."

"When Mianmian grows up, there will be someone who loves Mianmian the most, and will sleep with Mianmian."

Mianmian looked at Qin Yuya: "Mianmian loves elder brother the most, and elder brother loves Mianmian the most. Does that elder brother sleep with Mianmian from now on?"

Qin Yuya was amused by her, this girl is really very clever.

"Okay, it's time to get up, your brother has been at work for half an hour." Qin Yu Yala got up.

Mianmian hung on Qin Yuya's body as if she had no bones.

"Mom back."

Qin Yuya doted on her, but Li Sihan was taken aback, and hurriedly took the baby girl: "Daddy's back, mother's back is not good."

Lying on Li Sihan's back, the solid feeling made her very happy.

Today is the start of school, and Mianmian stayed at home for a long time before registering.

Her paintings are well-known, and the teacher specially asked her to do blackboard newspapers.

At the same time, apart from a few other students who had learned hand-painting, Yan Zisong who voluntarily accompanied him remained.

Mianmian and Yan Zisong stood side by side, feeling a little unbalanced.

They are all about the same age, why Yan Zisong is half a head taller than her.

"Yan Zisong, are you sneaking up on me?"

Yan Zisong was confused by her: "No way, don't slander me."

"Then why are you always taller than me?" She was exercising according to the method taught by her master, just to grow taller.

Originally thought that the effect was significant, jumping higher than peers.

Taking over is no match for Yan Zisong.

"Because I'm a boy, boys are taller than girls." Yan Zisong replied seriously.

"Cut." Unconvinced, Mian Mian had to accept this reality.

The group worked hard all afternoon before finishing the blackboard newspaper.

Mianmian shot, I have the world.

"No.1 this time, it must be our class again." The monitor lamented his drawing skills.

Mianmian couldn't deny it, and looked at her work proudly: "Then, No.1 must be our class."

The setting sun shines through the window, casting a golden glow.

Mianmian's hands and face were still stained with paint, which looked a little funny.

But Yan Zisong stared at her for a long time. From the first time he saw Mianmian, he thought that there was no more beautiful girl in the world than her.

"What are you looking at?" Mianmian patted him on the shoulder, and a slap print instantly appeared on the snow-white shirt.

Mianmian showed a triumphant smile, Yan Zisong felt a little helpless: "It's hard to clean, okay?"

"It's clean, don't worry." Mian Mian smiled and left, like a naughty little fox.

Yan Zisong burst out laughing, looking sideways at the palm print on his shoulder, his smile grew stronger.

"What are you doing standing there? Go home!" When Mianmian came back, Yan Zisong was still standing in a daze.

Mianmian remembered something, and suddenly asked him: "Where is the lucky bag I gave you?"

"I have it with me all the time." Yan Zi let go and stuffed it into his pocket, but he couldn't hold anything.

He couldn't hold back his face, "Yes"

gone!
Yan Zisong was a little anxious, even though he concealed it well, he was still exposed by Mianmian.

"You won't lose it!" Mianmian was a little annoyed.

That was the lucky bag she asked for Yan Zisong!
Yan Zisong took Mianmian's arm: "Maybe at home, I'll go back and look for it, don't worry."

Mianmian frowned: "I'm not in a hurry, that lucky bag is really useful, there is only one."

"I understand." Yan Zisong didn't say much, and hurried home with his schoolbag on his back.

Looking at his hurried back, Mianmian sighed.

"Why is this man always so unlucky?"

Yan family.

When Yan Zisong returned home, he sent someone to turn the house upside down.

In the middle of the night, the butler replied in a difficult way: "Master, I didn't find the lucky bag you mentioned."

"How about I ask someone to buy you another one?"

Yan Zisong has never lost his temper at home, only forbearance.

His pretty brows were slightly frowned, the moles at the corners of his eyes dimmed a little, his hands tightened and then loosened.

There is only one thought in mind.

"Did you search the second child's room?"

The housekeeper's face was ugly: "Master, no one is allowed to enter the room of the second young master."

Yan Zisong raised his eyes, his eyes were dark: "Look for it."

"If the second young master comes back, we won't be able to explain it."

Yan Zisong sneered: "Is this family in charge or not? I am the biggest shareholder of the Yan family."

The housekeeper couldn't deny it, but even though he held so many shares, he was still just a child.

Today's wind direction may change tomorrow.

After all, behind him, there is no one but the shares.

As for the second young master Yan Zihan, there is also a second wife.

A child with a mother must have more confidence.

The butler looked up at Yan Zisong, and was shocked by his eyes: "I'll go find it right away."

Yan Zisong didn't move his expression, he clenched his fist tightly after the person left, and slapped the table heavily.

Yan Zihan, you have to dare to touch what Mianmian gave me!

I will show no mercy!
(End of this chapter)