fire-breathing baby ruffian

Chu Qiao apologized with a doggy smile: "No way, mother was just joking with you, ha ha." But in her heart, she despised herself ten thousand times ten thousand times.

The little milk boy suddenly looked serious, changed the subject, and asked solemnly: "Mother, do you really want to marry Uncle Zhang?"

Hearing this, Chu Qiao thought for a while, a cunning flashed in her eyes, and a look of admiration appeared on her face, "Your Uncle Zhang is a talented person, well-read in poetry and books, and the son of General Dingyuan. Good man, why didn't mother marry him?"

"But didn't you say that you are a scholar who is useless?" The little milk boy looked unhappy, obviously disliked that he had a stepfather, "and he is old-fashioned and long-winded."

"No, although he is a useless scholar, but he has a father who is a general. It's a bit long-winded, but it doesn't matter. A man is only cute if he has some shortcomings." As soon as Chu Qiao finished speaking, the little milk boy said He was so angry that he started to breathe fire.

Well, this time we have to change rooms again.

Looking at the burning house, Chu Qiao sighed, and shouted without passion the slogan that has become commonplace: "Come here, it's on fire..."

The house where they lived was burned down by Chu Xiaoxi, so Chu Qiao and Xiaoxi now had to move to the West Wing, where guests usually live.

"Qiao'er, who do you think is here?" Chu Fei looked at her mysteriously.

"Who is it?" Chu Qiao was at a loss.

Chu Fei's figure flashed, and a refined man in a blue shirt appeared in Chu Qiao's sight.

"Sister, who is he?" Chu Qiao said as she sized up the man in front of her. He was not bad looking, handsome, and fair. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she joked, "Could it be my future brother-in-law?" ?”

Hearing this, the two people present were extremely embarrassed.

Chu Fei blushed up to her neck. Did this damn girl deliberately want to piss her off?

She rolled her eyes at Chu Qiao, pretended to be angry and said, "What are you talking about, Brother Zhang, you don't even know him anymore."

Hearing this, Chu Qiao hacked a few lines, so it turns out that this is her fiancé Zhang He.No wonder the ancients liked to talk about white-faced scholars, but now it seems that the words of the ancients are still very reasonable.

"Qiao'er, you and Brother Zhang haven't seen each other for quite a while, why don't you go with Brother Zhang to enjoy the flowers in the backyard." After finishing speaking, Chu Fei with a smile on her face congratulated Zhang, "The peonies planted in our house this year The flowers are in full bloom!"

Chu Fei's words made the corners of Chu Qiao's mouth twitch involuntarily!

Come on, didn't we reward it yesterday?Can this ancient entertainment be raised to a higher level?The broken entertainment of viewing flowers, moon and fish is really not good!

Seeing Chu Qiao's expression of embarrassment, Zhang He couldn't help but said, "Qiao'er, are you unhappy that I'm coming?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not unhappy. It's just that we can have a discussion?" After all, the other party is also her fiancé, so it would be too shameful for him not to go; Picked it up!

"What are you discussing?" Zhang He was puzzled.

"Don't you think flower viewing is boring? We can play a more intellectual and creative game! At least it's more powerful than flower viewing, right?"

"Excellent?" Zhang He was taken aback.

"It's a good meaning."

"What's so difficult about this." Zhang He raised his lips, looking confident, and turned to Chu Fei who was beside him, "Come on, Fei'er too."