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Chapter 257 Blame her for not noticing that the child is uncomfortable

Zuo Yi looked at the white and clean face of Little White Rabbit, and felt that the name didn't suit him at all.

"Hey, your father definitely wants you to be a hero who defends the country!"

He joked.

The white rabbit glanced at him lightly, and replied lightly: "When you see my dad, you can ask him!"

Left Wing, "..."

"I don't mean anything else, your name sounds nice! Really!" He scratched the back of his head, didn't he offend her?
"En!" Bai Xiaotu replied, not wanting to say more.

Zuo Yi glanced at her, and then at a few little guys, seeing nothing similar.

Don't they all say that nephews are more like uncles?

Hearing the name Bai Weiguo, Zuo Shao no longer questioned the identity of Bai Xiaotu's man.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he had discovered some secret and was about to speak.

"Left Wing!"

The man in the main seat was excellent, but his voice was still cold and scumbag, which made him shiver in fright, and hurriedly looked at the man with a doggy face.

"Boss!"

He smiled at the man with a cold face, waiting for his order.

"If you can't shut up, would you like me to help you?"

Ye Xiao tilted his head and stared straight at him, with a strong deterrent force that made people dare not be presumptuous.

Zuo Yi's scalp tensed up, he gave a few smirks and smirked, and responded, "I'll shut up, I'll shut up..."

Those eyes still hid curiosity.

He looked at the little white rabbit opposite him, pursed his lips tightly, and didn't dare to ask.

Why isn't Bai Weiguo called Mu Weiguo?

He is obviously the uncle of the little ones, so his surname should be Mu, why is it Bai?
Suppressing his curiosity, under the intimidation of someone next to him, Zuo Shao didn't dare to ask.

Ye Tingyu looked at Zuo Yi opposite, who was frowning, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle, can you help me get a steamed bun?"

The white rabbit smiled, and responded softly, with a clear male voice full of affection.

"Okay, here! What else do you want to eat?"

"No, I'll eat this first!"

Ye Ting Yu showed her a sweet smile, Zuo Yi looked envious.

Usually this guy is cold and cold, just like their father, but he is so kind to their uncle, who was killed halfway.

"Xiaoshu, why do you eat so little? Uncle will bring you whatever you want!"

Little White Rabbit stretched her head to look at Ye Ting Shu, seeing that the child was eating less, she asked softly.

"I, my stomach is still a bit full!" Ye Tingshu looked at her, a little embarrassed.

Ye Xiao glanced at the shy little guy, raised his eyebrows, "What did you eat last night?"

"I didn't eat anything!" Ye Tingshu honestly explained.

"Do you have children's brand digestion tablets here?" The white rabbit turned around and asked Ye Xiao.

Ye Xiao glanced at her, then turned to tell Uncle Li to get the digestion tablets.

The little white rabbit got down from the seat, walked over to Ye Ting Shu, leaned over and patted the child's head, feeling very guilty.

It was all her fault for not noticing that the child was not feeling well.

"Baby, is there anything else that feels uncomfortable?"

Ye Tingshu's little heart skipped a beat, seeing her worried look, he shook his head, "No, it's just a bloated stomach."

The little white rabbit breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, I'll be fine after taking the Xiaoshi tablets later!"

When Uncle Li brought digestion tablets, she picked out a few and handed them to Ye Ting Shu without reading the instructions, "Don't swallow it, chew it slowly and eat it!"

"Why do you pick so much without looking at it? Can you eat it?" Zuo Yi looked at her in surprise, afraid that she would give the little guy medicine indiscriminately.

The white rabbit glanced at him, but didn't want to pay attention to him, and turned back to pay attention to the child.

She has three children, and Darui and the others sometimes have flatulence in their stomachs and indigestion. She is very clear about these standing medicines, and how much she takes is something that is imprinted deep in her mind.

No need to look at all.

(End of this chapter)