I heard that Qi Shao's family is cute and super sweet

Chapter 232

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This time A Yao fell into a deep sleep, and when she was in a daze, her thoughts seemed to fly back to her childhood.

In the dream, the five or six-year-old black-clothed little loli knelt on the cushion in boredom, with her small face pressed against the table, and gently brushed the boy's face with her hair.

"Little beggar." She called out, but the young boy was indifferent and ignored him.

The little girl did not give up and changed her address, and continued to pester him with a soft voice: "Little Qiye, little beggar...you just talk to me."

"At least I saved you, why don't you be so heartless."

Little Loli puffed her cheeks, feeling a little aggrieved.

She poked the young boy's white and tender cheeks, and murmured in a low voice, "If it wasn't for me, you would have been eaten by the ghosts outside, and you would have no soul left."

Little Ayao acted coquettishly, "Qi Ye, can you copy the family rules for me?"

The girl's eyebrows and eyes are slender, delicate and picturesque, lying on the table to meet the young man's eyes, her lips are slightly bent to reveal two pointed canine teeth, immature and cute.

The young boy blinked slightly, and slowly looked away, his gorgeous and elegant voice was drawn out, casually: "Call me brother, and I'll copy it for you."

"Brother, brother." The little girl smiled and squinted her almond-shaped eyes, and yelled several times in one breath. She hurriedly handed over the rice paper brush and asked impatiently, "Is it all right now?"

The young boy raised his eyebrows and smiled, glanced at her and didn't answer. He held the brush with his knuckle fingers, and the brush strokes were smooth and agile, but none of the handwriting on it was similar to hers.

Little Lolita snatched the brush without thinking, puffed her cheeks, and argued, "This is different from my handwriting."

The boy looked at her puzzled.

"Look at it." The little girl picked up the brush, crookedly wrote a character on the rice paper that her parents didn't know, then raised her head and told him seriously, "This is my character."

The little boy: "... what is this?"

Little Ayao tilted her head and thought for a few seconds, then seriously replied: "Qi Ye thinks about the old days, why spend the time together."

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The little girl faintly woke up from her sleep, covered in cold sweat, and murmured subconsciously: "Little beggar..."

The voice was low and inaudible.

"Did you have a nightmare?" The man sat on the desk and asked lightly, looking away from the document.

A Yao turned over, buried her small face in the pillow, and the faint scent of tobacco lingered in her nose for a long time.

"Hmm..." The little girl responded softly, and muffled, "Dreaming about a bastard is scarier than nightmares."

"Who?"

The little girl puffed her cheeks, and said unceremoniously: "A stinking idiot."

"Take my accompanying jade pendant and leave, and forget about me in a blink of an eye."

A Yao rolled on the bed angrily, her words seemed to be angry, and it was hard to tell whether they were true or false.

Qi Ye tilted his chin and looked at her sideways, with a half-smile, "Ayao is referring to the person in the dream?"

The little girl tilted her head, "Yes."

She turned over and whispered softly, tilted her head, her tone was difficult to distinguish, "Then little brother, will you marry Sister Baiyuan in the future?"

"No." The man lazily narrowed his phoenix eyes, and gave a rare and straightforward answer.

The little girl clenched her fingertips slightly, her face was slightly crooked, and the loli voice stretched slowly, "Then brother must remember what he said today."

"If you lied to me, then I don't want you."

The man raised his eyebrows a little funny, and assured him softly and earnestly: "Okay."

At this time, he may not even know what kind of mentality A Yao is saying.

She didn't even realize that there was something wrong in her words.

　That's it, just one chapter, the author is too spicy, I can't write what you want, please, please, let me let go of the author, don't abandon the book, just click x, I really feel too tired.

　　I said in the group at the beginning that the heroine will die and be reborn.The male protagonist's journey of chasing his wife had just begun at that time, and the foreshadowing was still buried. It is my fault that you can't persist, and the writing is too spicy.

　　I can stick to it, thank you.If you can't hold on, don't force yourself.

　　I am also very tired and want to abandon the pit. I really don’t know how to write after being scolded these days.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)