Three-year-old little dragon cub: I am a group favorite in the villain's house

Chapter 85: Wake up, men can’t be trusted when they’re miserable
Li Chengqian sat aside and looked at his brother, friend and sister Gong, while he ate quietly.

"Brother Chengqian, you haven't said what you mean by losing weight?" Xingxing asked Li Chengqian while nibbling on the balls.

Li Chengqian explained: "It means losing weight."

Xingxing pinched her belly, her voice full of confusion: "Brother Chengqian also thinks I'm fat?"

Li Chengqian shook his head.

Chubby is cute only when he is chubby.

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Mrs. Song was helping, while Song Jiyuan and Song Jichen watched the three young ones practicing calligraphy in the room.

Xingxing had only learned to read and write for a few days, and when she wrote, she was like a dog crawling. But she was very serious, and she kept holding the brush tightly with her little hand, but the way she held the pen was like holding chopsticks.

Although Xuanxuan is only four years old, he can already write very well.

"Brother Chengqian, why don't you write?" When Xingxing had made her chubby face look like a little cat, she tilted her head and looked at Li Chengqian curiously.

Li Chengqian sat there quietly, flipping through the book, the brush and paper in front of him not moving at all.

As soon as Xingxing opened his mouth, several people's eyes turned towards Li Chengqian.

Li Chengqian's embarrassed toes were about to dig out a fairy castle.

"Cheng Qian, you can't write, can you?" Xuan Xuan laughed like a big goose.

When Li Chengqian saw the Song brothers looking at him, he simply lay down and said bluntly: "I'm really not very good at it."

Seeing Xingxing still staring at him curiously, Li Chengqian felt an inexplicable feeling of shame in his heart.

"Is there any problem? It's good that I'm alive." Li Chengqian said with a stiff neck for the first time.

Song Jiyuan glanced at him, and said coldly to the little cub who was putting his head in the bowl: "You can't trust a man to be miserable."

Xingxing is still confused.Li Chengqian: "????" Are you qualified?

Later, Song Jiyuan said in a light tone: "It is stupid to be ashamed of facing your own weaknesses."

Li Chengqian: "..." Damn it! !

"Yes, Brother Chengqian, you have to learn if you don't know how to do it." As he said that, Xingxing's pen control posture was not right, and he drew another line of ink on his face.

It happened that at this time, Mrs. Song came into the house to look for Chili Pepper, but she happened to see Xingxing turning her little head.

The basin she was holding almost fell.

Song Jichen shrank his head subconsciously, thinking that grandma would definitely criticize them.

"Just watch it and don't get it on your clothes. The clothes are just made, and the materials are very expensive." After Mrs. Song said this, she took the pepper and walked out.

Xingxing: "????" Is my face not as expensive as a piece of clothing?
"Ten cards per person, continue." Song Jiyuan ordered, then took the handkerchief and went out to soak in the water.

Li Chengqian was already accustomed to the various "little schools" in the Song family. He resignedly held the brush and began to learn this soft-brush calligraphy.

Xingxing wrote a lot of words, but none of them were readable. They all looked like ghost drawings.

"Writing is too difficult." Xingxing muttered in a low voice, "It's easier to play with a sledgehammer."

Li Chengqian: "..."

"Brother, why is it so difficult to write my name?" Xingxing was so worried that her little head hit the table, and her little balls fell apart.

Song Jichen sighed on the side, but Li Chengqian subconsciously drew a star symbol on the paper.

Wake up, stars.

(End of this chapter)