Very pure and cute: diamond rich come on a blind date

Yang Yang stretched out his little finger and hooked Qi Yan...

"Huh?" Qi Yan smiled and moved his head closer.

bass!

"Ah..." Qi Yan covered his forehead and stared at the fork in Yang Yang's hand, "Stinky boy, why are you forking? My forehead?"

"Third Uncle showed you something!" Yang Yang licked like an elf.He licked the ketchup on his hand.

Then fart.The bottom of the stock is pumped.Take out a long strip of wood——

Bang ~ sound.

Fell on the table!

It shocked the nerves of several elders.

Qi Yan rubbed his forehead, then widened his eyes, picked up the wooden board, and saw a few big crooked characters engraved on the wooden board, Qi Yan read it aloud——

"The spirit seat of the dead father Qi Ye's black soil!"

puff--

Mr. Qi spewed out a mouthful of tea...

Song Ruling hurriedly took a towel and wiped it for the old man.

All of a sudden, the members of the Qi family were all petrified!

Qi Ye Moying's cold face was a little distorted.

Falcon's eyes stared at that piece of wood, especially the big characters chiseled on it, it was too horrible to look at!

Qi Yan was stunned for three seconds, then burst into laughter: "Wow ha ha ha ha..."

Yang Yang glanced at Qi Yan, stretched out his small arm, and snatched the wooden plank from Qi Yan's hand, the little guy said in a rare serious way——

"Third Uncle, are you illiterate? It's Qi Yemo, but where is Qi Ye Black Soil? Also, please be serious about my dad's spiritual tablet! I haven't had time to make the base yet, so the tablet can't stand up for now... "

Yangyang is small.His face was tense, completely ignoring Qi Ye Mo's livid face across the table.

"Ahahaha...Qi Er, your son...hahaha...that's amazing..." Qi Yan laughed even more wildly when he saw Yang Yang's extremely serious expression.

Old Master Qi frowned and scolded, "My third brother, don't worry about the chaos in the world!"

"Haha... Dad, it seems that the one who fears the world will not be chaotic is your good grandson..." Qi Yan laughed until tears flowed out.

Qi Ye Mo's face was cold, and he remained silent from beginning to end, but the knife and fork in his hand had quietly changed shape.

Chenchen glanced at the wooden block in Yangyang's hand, and said calmly: "The word "black soil" is carved too wide. If you carve it tighter, it will be ink."

"Oh! I will pay attention next time!" Yang Yang was rarely taught.

"There's another time? Haha..." Qi Yan smiled while wiping away tears, "Hey, Yangyang, you are so weird...Curse you. Dad died like that..."

But he didn't want to, Yang Yang gave Qi Yan a blank look, "Third Uncle, the spirit seat is already here, do you still need me to curse him to death?"

The implication is that Yang Yang has died as his father.

"..." Qi Yan gasped, laughing more and more unscrupulously.

Then, Yang Yang took out a crumpled napkin from his pocket, found a pen, and wrote the word "piano" twisted on it.

Then he asked Qi Yan for a lighter.

In front of everyone, set the napkin with [Piano] written on it on fire...

"Ah, Yangyang can't play with fire!" The elders were shocked.

But Yang Yang said to Qi Yan: "Didn't the third uncle say that my dad can play the piano? Then I'll burn a piano for him and let him play as much as he wants!"

Suddenly, snap—

A loud bang.

Qi Yemo slammed his palm on the dining table, causing the table to shake three times.

"Qi, Si, Yang!"

Because of the loud noise, Yang Yang's little hands trembled reflexively in fright, and the unburned napkin fell on the dining table, quickly burning the expensive and beautiful tablecloth...