It's so sweet, the little uncle is addicted to her

After hearing what he said, Lin Qin's eyelids sank slightly, and she turned her head to stare at him for a moment, then elbowed him away and turned around, asking face to face.

"Uncle, didn't you become indifferent first?"

"Ah?" Yan Shang was stunned, "What, when did it happen?"

"..." Lin Qin didn't want to say more, so she pushed him away and went back to the living room.

Yan Fei leaned on Lu Wanjiang's shoulder and asked with a smile, "Is he all right? Does it affect cooking?"

"It's just cut, it doesn't matter." Lin Qin replied.

"That's all." Yan Fei repeated softly, and clicked twice, beckoning her to continue playing cards.

Yan Shang handled the ingredients carelessly, thinking back while doing it, he could only attribute the little girl's indifference these days to his hasty escape that day.

But he ran back to the room to cool down because he was afraid that the gun would go off by accident... What a shame.

When the hot pot was on the table, Lu Wanjiang set up chairs for Yan Fei, consciously arranged the plates, poured drinks, and brought food for others.

Yan Shang glanced sideways at the little girl who was deliberately half an arm away from him, moved closer, and called her in a low voice.

"Baby."

"Huh?" Lin Qin didn't look at him.

Yan Shang took the opportunity to get closer, added vegetables and meat to her, and coaxed her in a low voice: "Don't be angry, baby, I didn't mean it that day."

"Yeah." Lin Qin took a sip of the soup from the bones of the sheep scorpion, and nodded leisurely.

But Yan Shang couldn't get up or down at all, and if she couldn't be coaxed well, she wouldn't be at ease and continued to fight.

"Baby, how can I calm you down?" He squinted at the two people on the opposite side who were in a tired state, and continued: "Baby, please give me some instructions, how do you want me to apologize, I will do it now."

Lin Qin was lukewarm: "Let's talk after eating."

Yan Shang: "If I haven't coaxed you well, I can't eat."

"I'm fine." Lin Qin raised his eyes and saw Lu Wanjiang's caring and ingratiating spirit, thinking that he and Uncle Yan were even more tired before, and his expression was calm.

Yan Shang couldn't figure out what she was thinking at the moment, so he followed her gaze.

"Lu Wanjiang, sit farther away."

Yan Fei who was being served was not happy at first, "What are you talking about Yan Shang, what's wrong with asking him to choose a dish for me! You don't cook according to my taste!"

"I'll make it for you, and it will definitely taste better than Lao Yan's in the future." Lu Wanjiang made every effort to show his hospitality.

Yan Fei immediately beamed with joy, turned her eyes back and forth, and asked excitedly: "Yan Shang, have you made Qinqin angry!?"

"Baby, if you feel wronged, tell your aunt quickly! I'll beat him up for you right now!"

"No!" Yan Shang categorically denied it, and put one hand on Lin Qin's shoulder and whispered, "My dear, please save me face, please."

Lin Qin's ears were numb due to the heat of his breath, he finally smiled and said cooperatively, "Auntie, I'm fine."

"Oh." Yan Fei closed his voice bored, and patted Lu Wanjiang, "Go get some wine, you'll be happy only after eating hot pot and drinking beer!"

Yan Shang frowned, "I don't have many rooms in my house, so you have to go back if you drink too much."

"Your sister can drink as much beer as you want." Yan Fei waved her hand, "Besides, there is Lu Xiaojiang, let him take me home."

Yan Shang gave her a meaningful look, turned sideways and continued to coax the little ancestor.

Lin Qin then drank a few bottles of low-alcohol fruit-flavored wine, satiated with wine, leaned lazily into Yan Shang's arms in a slightly drunk state, and called "Uncle" several times as if he was acting like a baby.

Yan Shang raised his eyes and looked at the two people who were fisting and drinking, and secretly didn't want the third person to see the child in a drunken state, so he picked her up and walked upstairs.

Lu Wanjiang stretched his neck to look over: "Old Yan? Did the eldest niece drink too much?"

After hearing this, Yan Fei wanted to get up and look, "He won't take advantage of others' danger?"

"No, you sit down steadily." Lu Wanjiang had heard Lin Qin "confide" Yan Shang's indifferent side to himself, and he couldn't help crying and laughing at the people around him. When he heard Yan Shang's footsteps to the second floor, he couldn't see the situation downstairs at all. With a flick of his arm, he hugged Yan Fei to his lap.

"Is my sister still drinking? I'll take you home."

……

"uncle."

"Huh? I'm here." Yan Shang wanted to put him on the sofa and get bath towels and clothes for the child.

Lin Qin hugged his neck and did not let go, showing a rare humming.

Yan Shang could only coax her: "Baby, sit down by yourself, I'll get the clothes, you wash and sleep first."

"En." Lin Qin nodded slowly, still not loosening his arms.

Yan Shang had no choice but to hug her, put his arm on her back, pull out the clean clothes from the closet with one hand, and fill the bathtub with water in his posture.

"Okay baby, wash yourself, I'll go out first."

"Together." Lin Qin leaned against his chest with eyes closed in a daze, "You didn't help me last time, but this time if you... um."

Yan Shang lowered his head and blocked the second half of her sentence, and only let go when he heard the little girl's breathing became heavier.

Changed the subject and said: "Be good, baby, the bathtub is turned on to change the water automatically, and after washing, ask me to blow your hair."

Lin Qin was silent for a few seconds, and then landed on the ground with his strength. The tenderness on his face suddenly disappeared, and he said in a cold voice, "Well, let's go."

"I..." Yan Shang paused in his stride, his heart was hanging in mid-air and he became nervous as if he dared not touch the ground.

Lin Qin turned to ignore him, hung up the bath towel, folded the clothes, emptied the water in the bathtub and went inside.

The frosted door blocked Yan Shang's sight, and he squatted down annoyed, holding on to the edge of the bathtub, unable to take half a step out.

Lin Qin walked out of the bathroom again, dressed neatly, and returned to a calm posture.

Yan Shang tentatively took the dry hair towel, wiped and dried the child's hair, but was not rejected, but his mood became even more disturbed.

"Baby?" He put away the hair dryer and called out cautiously.

Lin Qin raised her hand, inserted her fingers into her hair and slid it to the end, making a lazy "hmm".

"Baby, are you still angry?"

"No." She just wanted to get closer to Uncle Yan, and was a little annoyed at being rejected continuously.

Yan Shang followed her to the bed, but couldn't think of anything to say to inquire about her mood.

When Lin Qin nestled under the thin quilt, she looked up at him: "Uncle, go out and close the door and turn off the lights for me."

Only then did Yan Shang shudder, and squatted beside the bed and asked, "Baby, you won't let me sleep with you?"

"En." Lin Qin nodded of course.Young and energetic, they sleep together all day long, and Uncle Yan won't let them do anything, so they are easily irritable, okay?

"No, no, no." Yan Shang scratched his hair, "Baby, why did you suddenly..."

"Not suddenly." Lin Qin rolled over and turned inward, "I'm going to sleep, you go out."

"Don't." Yan Shang said two words dryly, and the rest of the words were choked in his throat.

How can he not know how curious the little girl is about those things at this age, but Lin Qin is young and ignorant, so he can't really make people feel wronged.

Yan Shang restrained the restless desire in his heart and the thought of holding her in his arms, stood up with difficulty, and whispered: "Good night, baby, I, I will go out first."

The living room was empty.

The hot pot was still bubbling and bubbling on a small fire, and the soup was almost dry.

Yan Shang packed the dishes out of focus, cleaned up to relieve his emotions, and sat on the sofa all night.

Hot Pot: Gudu Gudu Uncle Yan: Lonely and Lonely