"Where's your brother? He has been worried about you. He heard that you came back safely. Didn't you go out to pick you up? Why didn't you see people coming in." Yang Muya thought of Han Han who was not visible, and opened her lips suddenly.

He looked out of the living room.

I saw two handsome little guys standing face to face under the ginkgo tree in the yard, no one spoke, but their small bodies stood straight, staring at each other.

That posture was like being punished to stand, but after a closer look, they found that they were both seriously looking at each other.

"Elder brother is playing with the little princess's friends..." Momo rolled over in Yang Muya's arms and followed to see.

The little mouth pouted slightly.

Why do boys like to watch boys? They have been watching for a long time, but haven't seen enough...

In the yard.

With Han Han's small body, standing in front of a little boy who was about the same height as him, he looked at him up and down.

After a long time, he curled his eyebrows and asked, "Did you save my sister?"

"..." The little boy's obsidian pupil flashed slightly, pursing his lips, and did not answer. He was just an arrogant expression, but it seemed to say: Did I save people? It has nothing to do with you.

"What's your name?" Han Han asked again after waiting for a few seconds, without hearing the answer.

He walked around the little boy in a circle, reaching out his hand to touch his chin and thinking.

She seemed to be wondering if Momo was blind, and the person in front of her looked like a beggar. This could make her admit her mistake.

"Momo said you are not dumb, you refuse to speak, you look down on me?" Han Han's small body stood still, a touch of seriousness passed across the delicate Xiaojun's face, and even the smile at the corner of his mouth was restrained, revealing It's own aura.

"Are you the elder brother she admired?" The little boy took a look, saw that there was no one around, and then spoke slowly.

Hearing his voice, Han Han was stunned, then nodded.

In the next second, I heard the little boy add another sentence.

"It doesn't seem to be much better."

Han Han: "..."! ! !

What does it mean to be less powerful? Does anyone want to give a post to King Hanhan?

"Brother, what are you talking about, the little princess also listen..." Momo ran out of the living room wearing a beautiful little skirt.

Run to the middle of the two people in one breath.

I saw the tense atmosphere just now, because of her appearance, it suddenly became harmonious.

"It's nothing, it's just that someone has a bad vision. I'm thinking about how to develop an appreciation level for him." Han Han's mouth was slightly pursed, and his lips opened coldly.

The aura seemed to fill Yan Chengchi, with a dark belly and awkwardness.

Hearing this, the little boy's handsome face also flashed serious, the corners of his mouth smiled, and he looked at Momo.

"Don't you say that your brother is very good, I want to play against him, and see if he is good or I is good." The little boy said with confidence in his eyebrows.

He still remembered that when they were locked up in the small black room, the person Momo had been thinking of was her brother.

I also believed that if his brother was here, he would definitely be able to save her...

"Kesu, what do you two compare?" Momo leaned on the coffee table next to her, tilted her head to look at the two of them, muttered, "Kids can't fight, it's wrong to fight..."

"Better than IQ."

"Better than IQ."

Two tender voices spoke at the same time.

Momo: "..." What is the IQ? Can you eat?

What can’t be eaten?

It is a person who is a dog watching by himself, a person who does human affairs and speaks people's words, a dog always speaks and does dog things, and a dog can never change