This green plum is going to counterattack

Chapter 1692 You Chen's Joy 7
Gong Xinyue looked up at Dong Youchen with her head up. On her clean and lovely face, the smile was like the winter sun, which melted the cold snow and gave people a soft warmth.

Dong Youchen's heart suddenly suffocated, as if the surrounding air was sucked dry in an instant.

He tried his best not to look deeply at Gong Xinyue, his eyes were still light, and he said indifferently: "You are really stupid!"

Gong Xinyue didn't get Dong Youchen's good expression, she frowned in disappointment, then got up, puffing her cheeks: "My parents, mother and brother all said that I am cute and silly."

She pouted: "Brother You Chen has said many times that I am stupid."

She snorted: "Stupid people are blessed with stupidity, as my mother said."

She directly bumped Dong Youchen away, and walked forward arrogantly like a little peacock.

Dong Youchen turned around to look at her back, was slightly taken aback, and then, the corners of her mouth raised unconsciously, this little girl is really silly and cute.

Dong Youchen followed behind, with a very low voice: "You haven't told me what you hate to eat."

The arrogant Gong Xinyue turned around quickly, ran to Dong Youchen's side, and said with a smile: "I hate eating pig liver, pig tongue, pig tail, pig blood, pig ears..."

Dong Youchen put his hands in his pockets, and glanced at her lightly: "You can just say that you hate eating pigs."

Gong Xinyue blinked her eyes, and after a few seconds, she raised her head: "Yes..."

Dong Youchen stretched out his hand to support his forehead.

garden.

All kinds of flowers are blooming, the wind has a faint fragrance of flowers, the grass is green, beautiful butterflies are dancing among the cauliflower, there are small wooden bridges, small pavilions, and small swings...

Gong Xinyue opened her mouth wide: "Brother You Chen, your garden is much more beautiful than mine."

She ran over, fell to the ground, quickly got up and rushed into a sea of ​​flowers, gently picked off a small flower and put it in front of her little nose to sniff: "It's so fragrant..."

A butterfly flies past her.

Her eyes lit up, she jumped up to catch it, but she didn't catch it!
She quickly followed, unable to catch no matter what, and fell to the ground several times, but she didn't cry out in pain, and her beautiful face was full of joyful smiles.

Dong Youchen stood on the wooden bridge, she looked at Gong Xinyue like an elf, the light in her clear eyes was like the silver light of the moon at night.

Gong Xinyue was tired from playing.

She was sitting on the swing with a sweet voice: "Brother, brother, come and help me push the swing, okay..."

Dong Youchen walked over.

His voice was still light: "Grab the rope."

Gong Xinyue nodded: "Yes."

She was swung out for the first time, and excitedly shouted: "A little higher, a little higher..."

She was swung out for the second time, and she yelled in fear: "Lower, lower..."

She swung out for the third time, smiling sweetly: "That's it, just right..."

She never got tired of playing, and kept shouting: "I still have to swing, and... so comfortable, so fun... and the wind, that butterfly seems to have been hit by my face, haha..."

She played for half an hour.

Dong Youchen's hands were sore, but he still acted nonchalantly and continued to push the swing.

Gong Xinyue asked: "Brother, are you tired?"

Dong Youchen's expression was still calm: "I'm not tired."

Gong Xinyue giggled: "Then, I'll play for a while, you should be higher, higher..."

Another half hour passed.

Gong Xinyue was tired from playing, Dong Youchen hugged her down, her hands were sore and numb that she couldn't hold her firmly, Gong Xinyue fell to the ground with her whole body.

Fortunately, the ground is lawn.

Dong Youchen's heart tightened, and he squatted down: "Are you okay? Does it hurt? I'll call my mother."

Gong Xinyue's butt hurt from the fall, her arm hit the ground, and it immediately bled from friction. She opened her bright eyes and smiled, "It doesn't hurt...I don't hurt."

She said it didn't hurt, and tears flowed down...

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