Shen Xichen paused, or explained: "I was ill recently, so I didn't go."

Little milk dumpling heard this answer, "Oh", then walked around him and walked into his room.

She looked around, and then the little adult walked to his bed and opened his quilt, saying very old-fashioned: "Your quilt is too thin. The mother said that if the quilt is too thin, you will get sick. Be thicker."

After instructing his bedding, she asked: "Where is the servant who will give you the night watch?"

Shen Xichen didn't know what she wanted to do. Hearing this, he looked at her inquisitively: "I don't have a night watchman."

The little milk dumpling blinked: "It won't work without a vigilante servant. You will wet the bed."

She said so very experienced.

The corner of Shen Xichen's eyes twitched.

The little milk dumpling seemed to treat this place as his own house, walked around and instructed, and finally said: "Look at you, you get sick so easily, you get sick on New Year's Eve, you got sick again during my birthday party, for sure. It's all because of your weak body."

She patted her breast: "I am not sick."

After she said so much, Shen Xichen still didn't understand what she was here for.

With mixed emotions in his eyes, he looked at the person in front of him, and asked, "Why didn't the young lady come to eat with me in the flower hall? What do you want to do with me?"

"You haven't come." She said so, her face covered with childlike innocence.

Because he didn't come, she came to him.

Shen Xichen stagnated.

Obviously it is the most vicious soul. Now when he speaks with this innocent tone and expression, Shen Xichen seems to have been deceived abruptly.

The little milk dumpling said, holding his hand, cheerfully wanting to take him to the birthday party: "You even gave me birthday presents, why don't you come?"

When it comes to this birthday present, Shen Xichen's expression becomes ugly.

Little milk dumplings didn't have much strength, he broke free of her hand casually, and then explained perfunctorily: "I'm sick. If I go to your birthday party, they will all be infected by me."

With that said, she did not force him to go to a birthday party anymore, but she refused to leave.

When Shen Xichen implicitly persuaded her to leave, Xiao Nian Danzi still refused to leave.

Shen Xichen no longer cares about her, and simply sits at the table and continues to read the book.

In the previous life, he was able to pass the number one in the exam, so he didn't need to say anything about his knowledge.

But since he became the first assistant, he really rarely read those economic history books.

When the birthday banquet is over, he will go to Yuzhe Academy, and these things will naturally be picked up...

A pair of white and tender hands reached into the inkstone and stirred in the ink like a fun, then the little hands retracted and put them on the tip of the tongue to take a bite.

Shen Xichen's moist hand paused.

The corners of the little milk dumpling's mouth are filled with black ink, which looks a little funny.

She wrinkled her face after a bite: "It's not good."

It sounds wronged.

She got closer, and a sweet scent of milk came from her body, which was the soft taste that a little boy had.

Shen Xichen broke her hand and wiped the ink from her hand.

"This is for writing, not for drinking."

Hearing what he said, the little milk dumpling was extremely disappointed.

"You can't drink it, why do you keep grinding it? The soy milk that Mother Shen grinds can be drunk."

She is changing her teeth and still leaks when she speaks.

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