Three-year-old little dragon cub: I am a group favorite in the villain's house

Chapter 163 Wake up, your turtle prime minister seems to be here to play with you
"Dad, why can't I understand what you are saying?" At noon, Song Weiguo carried Xingxing to a noodle shop and ordered two large bowls of noodles and two bowls of mutton soup.Hearing Song Weiguo talking skillfully to others, Xingxing asked Song Weiguo curiously.

Song Weiguo took out a small bag from his arms. He leaned forward and gave the bag to the little cub, while explaining: "This is Turkic dialect. Dad used to be stationed at the border all year round and learned a little bit. If you want to learn it, , go back and teach you."

"Okay." Xingxing nodded his head obediently, and then buried his head in the bowl again.

In the next day, Song Weiguo was an eye-opener for Xingxing. He was like an old gangster, walking in the black market with ease, and he also took care of two thieves in the process.Xingxing nestled in the basket on his back, and she felt as if she had seen another side of her father.

Both good and evil...

One day later, Song Weiguo took a few bundles of grape seedlings and carried his little boy on his back on his way home.

There was a soft blanket in the bamboo basket, and Xingxing didn't feel bumpy at all, but she seemed to have gained weight recently, and this small basket was a little stretched to hold her.

After wandering all the way, the father and daughter finally made it back to Shahe Village before dark.

Knowing that he had returned to the village, Xingxing stood up from the bamboo basket happily and laughed.

In the evening in the village, smoke curled up from every kitchen. Xingxing saw her own yard at a glance. She nuzzled her little nose and said with a smile: "Grandma must have made meatballs." She could already smell the meatballs. .

"Let's go home for dinner!" Song Weiguo carried Xingxing on his back and ran towards his yard, making the little cub giggle all the time.

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Probably because he followed him out of the courtyard gate, that night, Xingxing slept soundly until dawn.

But other biological clocks were relatively regular. Mrs. Song got up early in the morning and was busy making breakfast. But as soon as she came out of the main room, she was shocked by the scene in front of her.

"Ah!!" She screamed, and the wooden basin in her hand dropped to the ground in shock.

In the house, the whole family rushed out after hearing Mrs. Song's horrifying movements. Only the little cub was still wrapped in a quilt and fell asleep in the warm quilt.

The Song family almost formed a circle around this dark thing.

Xuanxuan squatted on the ground curiously. He took a small wooden stick and poked the hard turtle shell curiously, and muttered: "Are you here to wake me up?"

"Then what are those things next to here? Why are there two pig heads here?? Some of them are off-flavored and not too fresh. There are also these fried meats. Why do they look a bit like offerings from the Turks?" Mr. Song I also lived in border detention for two years.

Song Jichen had already turned his head and ran towards the house. He leaned close to the kang in a low voice, only to see that the little cub had only a small head exposed, with a smile on its lips.He reached out and touched the quilt. It was still warm!
"Wake up." He tried to keep his voice as low as possible so as not to startle the little cub.

"Wake up, open your eyes." Song Jichen patted the little cub gently.

Xingxing stretched a little comfortably, then opened his eyes, and asked Song Jichen drowsily: "Second brother... are you ready for dinner?"

Song Jichen: "..."

"Wake up, your turtle prime minister seems to be here to play with you."

(End of this chapter)