Chapter 26 Little devil, have you practiced?

   Every stroke is just right. The characters are modest and sharp, the watch is covered with restraints, and the strokes are appropriate. It is not like a three-year-old child can write.

   Seeing those two words on the white paper, the four of them couldn't help but look surprised.

   Even Lu Xue, who kept opening and closing his mouth to look at the little guy, couldn't help but widen his eyes, and the lollipop in his mouth fell to the ground with a 'click'.

   Before the second old man could see enough, a hand with clear joints took the paper from the table.

   Everyone's eyes focused on it, only to see that it was King Fu Yan who never said a word from beginning to end, the man was holding the piece of paper in his hand, and his dark eyes like the Arabian Nights squinted.

The    Adam's apple rolled sensually, and the side edges and corners raised a nice arc, causing the little **** to look straight at him with his little head raised.

   Immediately, the man raised his right eyebrow calmly, put the piece of paper back without changing his face, his eyes turned to the little guy, his thin lips slightly curved.

   asked casually, "Little devil, have you practiced?"

   Hearing the words, the little guy's milky face suddenly raised a smug look, a pair of black grape-like eyes smiled starlight, and the corners of Yin Fen's lips twitched: "This beautiful sister taught me~"

   That's right! She herself is a hot and beautiful sister~

   "Pretty sister?" Yu Xiaoyin looked up at her baby son in confusion, asking for an answer.

Fu Yanwang, who has 'completely understood' Xiaomabao's life experience, explained to the pair of young pupils that were as clear as a clean spring, and explained without changing his expression: "It's the adopter before the little ghost, Miss Wen family, Wen Bai ."

  The words ended, the man rubbed the fluffy soft hair of the little **** like a pet, and a rare gentleness overflowed from the long and narrow eyes.

   "Wen Bai? That's the same name as our family Bai Bai." Fu Wenzhuo held his chin and whispered.

   In order to avoid their suspicions, the little milk bag made an immediate decision, and the milk cavity was about to melt human bones: "Pretty sister just adopted the nest because she saw the same name as her~"

   After talking, the little guy began to shamelessly become narcissistic, "Pretty sister is so good, with fair skin and beautiful long legs, she is beautiful, kind, and popular, and there are many handsome hotpots chasing after her~"

   Hearing this, Fu Yanwang squinted his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and stared at the little milk bag with a smile, "Why, still thinking about the former adopter? Did I treat you badly?"

   As soon as the man's vinegary words came out, several people present couldn't help but stunned.

   Lu Xue, who had just picked up the lollipop, couldn't help shaking his hand, and the lollipop fell to the ground again, looking horrified.

  Little Niuban smiled softly, Ma Liu put down the pencil, and slumped onto the man's thigh, her little claws gripping the man's clothes tightly.

   looked up at the man with that innocent little face, like a cute kitten, "Bai Bai's favorite is still King Fu Yan~"

  Fu Chen lowered his eyes and met those bright and clear pupils that were like black grapes. A touch of softness could not be restrained from the bottom of his eyes, and the corners of his lips tickled quietly.

   raised his hand and rubbed the little guy's fluffy soft hair, his voice was lazy: "It's a little conscience."

  Suddenly, the man seemed to have thought of something again. He glanced at the piece of paper on the table casually, a little lazy, "Did that person also teach you those words?"

   "Yes~" The little guy nodded earnestly with a small face.

  Fu Chen was silent for a while, then continued to ask: "You can only write these two words?"

  Humph, how is that possible!

   She is so smart!

The little milk bag stood up, straightened her body, and looked like a little adult, "Bai Bai is very smart, he knows a lot of words, he can count, he can draw, and he can type... Playing sandbags~”

The words   fight almost blurted out, Wen Bai was a little embarrassed, and it was really too difficult to pretend to be a child.

   Let me declare, the heroine is not crying, she is just a showgirl, a black-bellied showgirl.

  

  

   (end of this chapter)