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Chapter 115
Xia Zhihuai sat on the saddle and meditated for two seconds, raised his left eyebrow lightly, and looked at Wanwan: "What do you think, what kind of image is your brother?"

The photographer carried the camera and almost couldn't control the expression on his face.

Xia Zhihuai glanced at the photographer whose expression was out of control, only thought he was weird, then stared at Wanwan and said, "Don't worry, no matter what you say this time, I won't hang your milk bottle on the tree again. "

Wan Wan immediately picked up the baby bottle on the ground and held it in her arms, looking at him in shock.

Is this a threat?
It's a threat!
It's a naked threat! ! !
Xia Zhihuai looked at Wanwan's vigilant face, raised his hand and patted her round forehead, and asked dissatisfiedly, "What's your expression? Do I treat you badly?"

Wanwan got up holding the baby bottle, carried her ponytail on her shoulders, and moved to a distance.

Then he walked back and pulled out the fishing rod, and moved it a little further.

Xia Zhihuai narrowed his eyes and examined her: "!!!"

After confirming that she was in the safe zone, Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother, Uncle Huang said, you need to be self-aware!"

Xia Zhihuai's eyelids twitched twice, and he raised his hand to stop: "Okay, stop talking, I know I'm in your heart, handsome, majestic and majestic..."

"Brother, do you have any other advantages besides your face?"

Xia Zhihuai popped out of the crossroads from the corner of his forehead, pressed the straw hat on his head, rubbed his back teeth and said, "Tao Wanwan!"

Wanwan immediately clutched her bottle tightly, and snorted softly, "You said, you won't hang my bottle on a tree again."

Xia Zhihuai snorted and sneered twice: "I told you not to hang your milk bottle on the tree."

"But I can hang you on a tree!"

Wanwan's eyes widened in an instant, she stood up, and ran into the yard.

Xia Zhihuai was tall and long-legged, he took three steps in two and caught up with the short-legged Wanwan.

Wanwan was held in his arms, and immediately begged for mercy cowardly and softly: "I was wrong~"

"Brother, I was so wrong~"

Xia Zhihuai pinched her soft cheeks, and snorted coldly: "The mouth of a child is a liar!"

"I'll trust your little mouth again, I'm a dog!"

Wanwan: "..."

……

Five minutes later, Wanwan was caught in a net swing and hung under a tree.

Xia Zhihuai poked her short leg with his hand, and said with a chuckle, "I'll give you a chance to reorganize the language, are you handsome?"

Wan Wan was restrained by the net, lying on the net swing, and said weakly: "Handsome!"

"The answer is not sincere!" Xia Zhihuai poked her arm again, "Say it again."

Wanwan looked at the leaves above her head, her dantian sank, and she said loudly, "Handsome!"

"Very good..." Xia Zhihuai poked her soft cheek lightly again, "But I think your answer is not distracting."

Wan Wan was almost destroyed by his bullying.

She turned her head and stared at him fiercely: "Brother, you are too much! You are obviously distracted~"

"If I don't think it's distracting, then it's not distracting. I don't want you to think." Xia Zhihuai said in a general style.

Wanwan was angry, like a struggling little fish.

As a result, the operation was as fierce as a tiger, and I took a closer look at the stick in place!

Xia Zhihuai held down the swaying swing, looked at her embarrassment, and said happily: "Stop struggling, no one will come to rescue you."

"Can I take my mind off now?"

Wanwan was paralyzed on the swing, and snorted coldly and confidently: "Little friend, you don't know how to distract yourself."

Xia Zhihuai took her milk bottle: "That's fine, you hang here for half an hour and reflect on yourself."

"I'll feed the rest of the milk to Grandma Xing's little milk dog."

Wanwan saw him holding the bottle and preparing to leave, and immediately complained: "Brother, you can't, that's my milk!"

"The milk powder I bought with money, I made it for you myself, of course I have the final say!"

Wanwan cursed him resentfully: "Brother, you will become bald at an early age if you bully children." My hair is thick and I can shoot a shampoo commercial as soon as I leave the house.”

"The legendary premature baldness does not exist!"

"And even if I am seventy or eighty years old, I will definitely be the most handsome among the elderly~"

Wanwan watched him walk away with the bottle, and kicked her legs angrily, but she still couldn't get out of the swing, so she could only lie flat and look at the sky.

The photographer stared dumbfounded at Xia Zhihuai's narcissism, so is this what male celebrities look like in private?

No wonder Xia Zhihuai's former manager didn't accept variety shows for him.

On a variety show, Ma Beng's mother, who was established by the former Li, would not recognize it~
……

After Xia Zhihuai came back from a walk with the bottle in his hands, he went to the backyard to see Wanwan.

I saw Little Carrot Jing sleeping soundly, with her small mouth open, her two claws were still holding onto the nylon rope net, and an unknown liquid flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Xia Zhihuai put his hands behind his back, looked at her hideous sleeping posture, and poked her belly with his hand.

As a result, she muttered something vaguely, turned her head in the other direction, and continued to sleep soundly.

"It's quite enjoyable."

Xia Zhihuai put the baby bottle on the ground, opened the swing net, and prepared to let her sleep more comfortably.

Zhu Qing appeared behind him at the right time, holding a small pillow, and handing it to Xia Zhihuai.

Xia Zhihuai looked back at Zhuqing, and couldn't help complaining: "Are you too eccentric? We are serving like slaves back and forth, and she lives like a little queen mother."

Zhu Qing couldn't help laughing, and said softly, "Brother Xia, even if you are an eunuch, you are also the most beautiful eunuch."

Xia Zhihuai heard that something was wrong, turned his head and said, "Who did you learn from, you are such a bamboo shoot?"

Huang Xikong stood on the second floor, his light blue long sleeves brushed over the window sill, he put the book on the window sill casually, and laughed softly as he listened to the conversation downstairs.

Zhuqing raised her hand to cover the corner of her mouth, and said with a smile: "Just...just kidding, I'll cook first."

Zhuqing put the thin blanket in her hand on the swing, turned around and left.

Huang Xikong pressed one hand on the window sill, looked down at the downstairs, and asked narrowly, "Xiao Xiazi, how many fish have you caught?"

Xia Zhihuai raised his head and rolled his big eyes, resisting the urge to give him the middle finger in front of the camera, and cursed in a low voice: "Go to your little Xia, you are everywhere!"

Huang Xikong rolled up his book and knocked on the window: "Zhuqing, go and bring in the fish, it's done at noon."

Zhuqing came out of the kitchen and immediately walked to the back door.

After Xia Zhihuai covered Wanwan with a blanket, she also went out of the yard.

Whether he can add a meal at noon today depends entirely on his performance.

……

Zhu Qing squatted next to Wanwan's fishing rod, looked at the stretched fishing line and the slightly drooping tip of the fishing rod, realized that this might be a big fish, immediately held the fishing rod in her hand, and slowly pulled the fishing line out. After tightening, suddenly pull the fish out of the water and throw it ashore.

What fell on the grass was a carp with a slightly reddish tail, and it weighed at least seven or eight catties in the hand.

This is definitely a big guy.

Xia Zhihuai was also very surprised, and took a closer look: "Is this fishing rod easier to use?"

Zhuqing took the carp off the hook, put it into a small bucket, and said modestly, "I don't think it's the fishing rod."

Xia Zhihuai took the fishing rod from Zhuqing's hand: "I'll try this one."

Zhuqing shook her head helplessly, and went back to the kitchen with the bucket.

Xia Zhihuai changed the bait, cast the hook again, and sat there for half an hour, but not a single fish took the bait.

He was a little unbelieving, so he went upstairs and called Huang Xikong down.

Huang Xikong took his fishing rod and threw out the hook casually. Within 10 minutes, a crucian carp weighing about two catties took the bait.

After another half an hour, Xia Zhihuai looked at Huang Xikong and the fish in his bucket, and then looked down at the empty bucket at his feet, falling into a daily state of doubting life.

Is his face darkened to this extent?
Not even a small fish is willing to take his bait!
Are you such a bully?
(End of this chapter)