Four-and-a-half-year-old baby girl: My seven brothers spoiled me after I came down from the mountain

Chapter 1040 Old Brian
"You're awesome," he said.

Congee modestly said: "No, it's just good luck."

Hearing this, Brian's lips curled up in a slight arc, "You Chinese just like to be humble."

There was some arrogance and disdain in his tone.

Congee didn't explain anything. Foreigners like them would definitely not understand their culture.

Brian obviously had no interest in Congee and was too lazy to say anything to her. When he turned to look at Brian, his expression suddenly became serious.

"Little Brian, what did grandpa tell you and what should you do outside?"

Hearing this, the smile on little Brian's face suddenly stopped, and returned to his usual serious smile. He said with a straight face, "I'm sorry, grandpa."

Grandpa said that you should always remember your identity outside and speak and act appropriately.

"Yeah." Brian nodded lightly, "Go ahead."

"Yes." Little Brian nodded respectfully towards him, turned to look at Churui, and pointed his nostrils at her, "Let's go, I'll take you to my house."

Porridge nodded, "Okay."

When she turned the corner, she asked curiously: "Are you afraid of your grandpa?"

Hearing this, little Brian's face flashed with gloom, "Grandpa is very serious, but I know he is doing it for my own good."

After hearing this, Porridge said: "My grandfather is also very strict, but he never behaves like this in front of me."

She could really feel the tenderness in her grandfather's eyes.

But Brian, what can I say?

The way he looked at little Brian was more like looking at one of his own works. It was more about weighing interests than warmth.

Not as good as her grandfather anyway.

But little Brian obviously admired his grandfather very much. He didn't allow Churro to say that. He said: "The expression may be different, but the heart is the same."

Fine.

Let’s not talk about Porridge, it’s not her grandfather anyway, so she doesn’t have to worry about it.

Little Brian looked at her and couldn't help but ask: "What is your grandpa like?"

Her grandfather, Porridge said: "Okay, very good!"

"Then if you are close to your parents, will your grandpa be unhappy?"

"Yes." Congee nodded.

When little Brian saw it, he felt relieved.

Sure enough, grandpa is like this.

Congee continued: "Because my grandpa will be jealous, and he wants me to play with him."

Hearing this, little Brian asked doubtfully: "Jealous? Then will he not let you see your parents?"

"How could it be?" Congee was stunned, then blinked, "I'm jealous, why don't I just coax him away."

At this moment, little Brian's eyes showed confusion.

"How long has it been since you last seen your parents?" Congee asked him.

Little Brian thought for a moment and said, "Dad sees me often, but mom..."

He counted on his fingers, and finally looked confused, "I can't remember, it's been a long, long time, it seems to have been when I was three years old, right?"

At that time, he had nightmares at night, so he slept with his mother. The next day, his grandfather found out about it and reprimanded him, saying that he was not in line with the future head of the Brian family.

Then he never saw his mother again.

However, he said: "Grandpa said that as long as I grow up and inherit the position of the head of the family, I can see my mother."

Hearing this, Porridge glanced at his dim moonlight and frowned. His mother had clearly... "Little Brian." Someone suddenly called him in the distance, and someone in the distance suddenly called him.

Porridge looked at him and saw that he was a middle-aged man with a voluptuous woman beside him.

The man's hand rested on her waist, very intimately.

When little Brian saw it, his face immediately turned cold. He turned to look at Congee and said directly: "I'll take you to play."

"Okay." Congee nodded.

The two of them went in opposite directions.

When the man saw that he was so disrespectful, he immediately began to curse. Little Brian's face was also tense, and disgust flashed in his eyes.

When he got to the room, he clenched his fists and said, "When I grow up, I will ask my mother to divorce him."

"He is sorry for my mother. He is with various women. I will never let my mother be wronged."

He had told his grandfather about this before, but his grandfather said that for a successful man, women are just the most insignificant playthings and should not be taken seriously.

In turn, he accused him of making a fuss out of a molehill.

But what should the mother do? How sad would she be if she knew that her husband was fooling around with other women?

But he knew these words, and it was useless to say them.

He can only protect his mother when he grows up.

After hearing his words, Congee couldn't help but look at him again and sighed softly.

He doesn't seem to know about his mother yet.

Hey.

Big families are really ruthless, except for her family.

Everyone in her family is so nice!
Thinking of this, Porridge couldn't help but look proud.

What little Brian meant for fun was actually just changing places to read books and do questions. He pointed to a room full of books and said, "Look, I've read all these books!"

Congee looked up following his words and saw that there were books all around. The bookshelves were very high. The books seemed densely packed and arranged neatly. But for some reason, Congee felt depressed.

Very uncomfortable.

She had felt this way since arriving at Brian's house.

It feels like there is no human touch here at all.

Seeing that she didn't seem to be very interested, little Brian was a little unconvinced, and something suddenly came to his mind. He said, "There is something, you will definitely think that I am super powerful!"

As he said that, he pulled her to a room where there was a table with a large sand table and screens on the surrounding walls. The screens were divided into many blocks with different pictures on them.

It is monitoring.

Porridge looked at it, and his heart tightened, but his face didn't show any signs of it.

Little Brian said: "Here is the plan of our home. You can also see how big our home is. This is a 100:1 model. Doesn't it look like a maze?"

"Every place and every door has a password, and every password is different. There are ten thousand doors here, but I can remember them all."

Great!
Only he and his grandfather can do this.

Grandpa said that because his father could not remember, he was not qualified to inherit the position of head of the family.

After listening to it, Porridge couldn't help but give him a thumbs up, "Awesome."

Now, little Brian was finally satisfied.

Congee looked at the screen, pointed at a house in the southwest corner and asked, "Where is this?"

Little Brian was about to speak when a voice suddenly came over: "What are you doing here?"

(End of this chapter)