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

Chapter 356 Is this old man taking such good care of Xingxing? ? ? ?
After seeing Song Weiguo, Jiang Wan felt much more at ease, but she was still extremely worried. She didn't dare to touch him and could only look at Song Weiguo eagerly.

Song Weiguo reached out and touched the eggshell and asked softly: "Wake up, can you hear daddy?"

The eggshell showed no reaction.

Song Weiguo's retracted fingers also trembled slightly.

After hearing the news, Mrs. Song rushed over and saw the egg in the incense ashes. She quickly urged Song Weiguo: "Why don't you take Xingxing out quickly? If it stays in the incense ashes for a long time, it will change." What to do with preserved eggs???”

Mrs. Song's words made goosebumps all over Jiang Wan's body. She didn't care and stretched out her hand to take Xingxing out.As a result, Song Weiguo stopped him.

"Maybe this is the function of the incense ash. If Xingxing is taken out, what's the point of these incense ash?" Song Weiguo said.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wan could only frown and put Xingxing down.

"Let's do this for now, leave people to guard here." Song Weiguo said.

While the three adults were talking, Song Jiyuan was walking out with his baggage on his back. He glanced over and saw the egg in the ash jar.

When he saw the egg, the boy's handsome face visibly paused.

Just when he was about to walk this way, Song Weiguo saw the baggage the young man was carrying and waved his hand directly to him: "You have something to go out, right? Don't worry about Xingxing's matters for now."

Song Jiyuan still wanted to go into the house, but was pushed away by Song Weiguo.

Song Jiyuan looked back and had no choice but to leave with the baggage. There was something at the clay jar that he needed to deal with.

It's May now, and it's the rare rainy season here in Xichuan.It also rained a lot. While the adults were having breakfast, it was already raining heavily outside. "Is Aunt at home?" Just when Mrs. Song was looking a little worried, several women led by Jin Baoniang came to the door of the Song family and shouted inside.

Mrs. Song was standing under the eaves in the courtyard. When she heard the shouts outside, she was not interested and just replied: "Yes."

Seeing Mrs. Song standing there, Jin Baoniang stepped forward and said very politely: "Auntie, on a rainy day, we would like to ask you about the kind of small bamboo mat you usually make for Xingxing. How did you make it up? Our children came back from school and kept shouting about how good the bamboo mat was."

"Yes, Auntie, is it convenient for you?" Several young wives had helpless looks on their faces, obviously being driven to panic by their own children.

Tang Jinbao was following behind his mother, staring at Mrs. Song eagerly.

"Wake up, Fenghan, you are still sleeping, then come here with me." Mrs. Song said deliberately, and took several young wives to the big eaves on one side, and started to demonstrate with bamboo sticks got up.

For adults, this is an excellent learning time, but for children, this is not the case. Especially when a group of people learned that Xingxing had a cold, they all clamored to go see Xingxing.

Mrs. Song's hand holding the bamboo stick tightened slightly.

"What are you looking at? Didn't you hear anyone recuperating? Do you think it's a tough boy like you?" Unexpectedly, Song Zhao's voice started to curse halfway.

Seeing Song Zhao starting to drive people away and thoughtfully preparing to make medicine, Jin Baoniang and others curiously said to Mrs. Song: "Aunt... this... this old man is taking such good care of Xing Xing? Is he following you?" Does he really have nothing to do with you?"

Glancing at Song Zhao, who was still chasing her children away, Mrs. Song coughed and said, "You bitch."

Song Zhao: "???????"

Didn't you say you don't know him? ? ? ?Why are you still a bitch? ? ? ?
(End of this chapter)