Four-and-a-half-year-old baby girl: My seven brothers spoiled me after I came down from the mountain

Chapter 365 The clever third uncle
I saw a few twisted lines drawn on both whiteboards, and I couldn't tell what the hell they were.

They couldn't help but recall what Qin Yan said just now. Are they sure they are asking about someone?

So, one of the two paintings he drew is related to a human being!

Taking advantage of the fact that no one could see her, Anya floated into the room. When she saw what Qin Yan had drawn, she couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

If you can't beat him, just join him, he really has it.

The staff member looked confused and asked: "Brother Qin, who are you painting?"

"Porridge daddy!" Qin Yan pointed to the words in the lower right corner confidently, determined not to give them any chance to find trouble.

He said seriously: "I'm just not a good painter, but what I painted must be correct."

Damn it, did Mr. Qin admit that it was him?
The director couldn't help but want to be rude, but he never thought that he was such a thief, he would seize this loophole, and just rely on his ability to write and open his mouth to tell lies, right?

Qin Yan was a little proud and praised his wit. He crossed his legs and said casually: "How about you, you can let me out."

He wanted to see what else they could say!

Porridge also heard what he said, and nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, I love my father the most, my mother and my grandparents, uncles and aunts..."

The little girl started to pull the little chubby hand again.

In front of the screen, Ye Lingfeng looked at his little girl and felt a little sad. He must not be here this time either.

He drooped his head in disappointment, but he didn't want to think about it. The next second, he heard Congee say: "There is also Uncle Zouqiu. They are tied for first place. I like them all the best."

But the one I like the most is my dad.

She didn't say that.

In an instant, Ye Lingfeng was overwhelmed by surprise and smiled like a fool.

The little girl finally counted him in!
Anya couldn't help but laugh, with a gentle expression.

In fact, she knew that Ling Feng had always been included in Chow Chow's case, but she just didn't say it out loud.

She even said that she drew Qin Lie, and the rules did not stipulate that the drawing must be exactly the same, so she was considered a winner.

However, the director was not willing to let go of this point of view, and said shamelessly: "No, the difference between the two of you is too big, I have to do it all over again."

Hearing this, Qin Yan raised his eyebrows, but he didn't have the slightest fear. Anyway, he already knew the loophole.

"Come on," he said nonchalantly.

Congee is not afraid either, she is confident in her painting skills.

It must be that San Bo's painting is not good.

Immediately after the second round began.

This time I was talking about porridge: "Uncle San, what bowl do I like best to eat with?"

of course?It must be her little golden bucket. I don’t know what Ye Lingfeng was thinking. He got her a golden bucket. When they were eating, the father and daughter would each hold a bucket and eat. At that time, the younger brother must have been very envious and hoped that he would Can you have an iron stomach and join us?

However, it was a guess, but the drawing was still the same distortion.

Qin Yan looked at his whiteboard and said confidently: "Corridge, tell me your answer!"

"Little golden bucket!" Qi Zhou said loudly.

Qin Yan pointed to the words in the lower right corner of his head with some pride, and they were all correct.

The director's face turned dark again.

"No, let's have another round."

Hearing this, Qi Zhou wrinkled his little face, stamped his feet, and said to the person inside the door: "Uncle San, can you draw better!"

Hearing this, Qin Yan staggered and almost fell off his chair.

He gritted his teeth and stared at the little girl who was beating her up outside the door. He decided that he would risk everything today and risk being kicked out of the house to say those words.

It was obviously her painting that was too ugly!
Angry.

Xiao Lan and Qin Er knew the inside story and couldn't help laughing.

The audience didn't know much, but that didn't stop them from laughing.

[Puxin porridge stone hammered. 】

[Hey, as long as this confidence can give me a little bit, I'll be satisfied. 】【What's the matter? We, Porridge, are just soul painters who don't take the usual path. Look, Qin Yan is approaching her. 】

[Are you sure Qin Yan is voluntary?Isn't it for freedom? 】

[Qin Yan: Don’t tear down people even if they are difficult. 】

"Keep going." Qin Yan said angrily.

Porridge thought for a while, then Xiaopangzhao dug around in his bag for a long time, and finally figured out what the problem was.

"Uncle San, what is the best job for me?"

of course?Just begging for food.

She has said it many times, and she feels proud every time she says it.

Qin Yan did not hesitate to draw a few more lines on the whiteboard, and then wrote a word next to it - Bo.

After finishing the painting of porridge, I took out the small copper bowl and took a photo of it happily.

Now, the director was really convinced.

Needless to say, Qin Yan must know Congee very well, her preferences, and even more about her ghost painting charms.

Knowing that this level could not hold them back, they could only reluctantly wave their hands and let Qin Yan be released.

Qin Yanxiong walked out proudly, and he knew that he was the smartest person in the world!

Congee trotted over, took a look at his whiteboard, and immediately showed a disgusted expression, "Uncle San, your drawing is really ugly."

Qin Yan: "?" Do you want to go back and take a look at your painting?

He was about to speak when he suddenly felt a chill and couldn't help but shiver.

Looking back, he saw Xiao Lan and Qin Er staring at him.

Xiao Lan looked pale and said nothing, but the meaning in her eyes was very clear: You dare to make Porridge sad.

Qin Er made a silent gesture to him, with only two words: "Uncle."

Yes, I'm afraid.

He swallowed the words that came to his lips and had to bear the blame alone.

Hey, it’s so difficult to be a man of the Qin family.

The game ended just like that. The director looked at the time and it was already noon.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard several screams coming from beside him.

"I don't want to go back. Husband, I really haven't done anything sorry to you."

"You bitch, I've found out everything, do you think my 800 million was wasted?"

Hearing 800 million, Porridge's ears twitched and he looked over with his little head.

Oh, it’s Uncle Green.

Zhu Dafeng was so angry that after asking questions from Congee, he sent these eight people out for people to check.

Sure enough, after having a target, the investigation was quick.

It didn't take much effort to find the room records of their entry and exit from the hotel.

When he thought that his head was green and he had raised a son for others for so long, he was so angry that he wanted to kill Lin Wan.

Oh, and that bastard!
He suddenly turned his head to look at the child hiding in the corner, and walked over with a fierce look in his eyes. He loved him so much in the past, but now he hates it so much. He got angry and kicked him away.

The child screamed in fright and trembled subconsciously.

However, before the foot landed on him, a fat little foot kicked over.

It looked small, but with just a slight kick, Zhu Dafeng screamed in pain, and jumped while holding his feet with a pale face.

Porridge looked at him, her little face wrinkled tightly, and she looked at him unhappily: "Try hitting the child again!"

He bullies even children, he is really not a human being!

[Speech: I want to kiss, comment, praise, praise, and praise~]

(End of this chapter)