you are my little star

Chapter 505 Fighting at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed ([-])
"Haha, what did he lie to your mother?" Su Ze was extremely curious about this matter. You must know that Ji Xingchen would never lie to Chi Xiaoxiao.

"Dad said that he learned taekwondo at a younger age than me. Dad also said that he can write with both hands."

"Hahaha! If he learned taekwondo at a younger age than you, your grandma will die in a hurry. Can you write with your left and right hands, brother Xingchen? Why didn't I know you can write with your left hand?"

"Cough..." Ji Xingchen cleared his throat, gave Su Ze a blank look, and continued to read the newspaper.

"Huh!" Bairan and Chi Xiaoxiao were tired of playing, and they returned to the villa. The weather is neither hot nor cold, but after running, it is inevitable that they will sweat a little.

When the two were waving their hands to dissipate heat, Ji Tianen stood up and shouted to Chi Xiaoxiao and Bairan: "Mom! Godmother! Dad and godfather said that you are only three years old!"

The two people who were waving their hands stopped their movements when they heard this, and looked at their men with extremely sharp eyes, as if if Ji Xingchen and Su Ze didn't explain it well, they would not be able to pass this level.

"wife"

"wife"

Ji Xingchen put down the newspaper in his hand, turned to look at Chi Xiaoxiao, Su Ze put down the teacup in his hand, and looked up at Bairan, but only these two men knew, Ji Tianen, you brat!They will never let it go!

"You, follow me to the study."

"You, follow me to the guest room." Chi Xiaoxiao and Bairan pointed at Ji Xingchen and Su Ze, and said expressionlessly.

"Yes!"

Ji Xingchen followed Chi Xiaoxiao into the study room. The washboard in the bathroom in the study room was still there. Chi Xiaoxiao glanced at the washboard, "Are you kneeling by yourself, or am I kneeling on you."

"Wife, I was wrong."

"I'm three years old?"

"No no no no no! You, I'm three years old."

"This is what you said."

"I said."

"Okay, since you are three years old, the three-year-old child should still be slowly writing with a pen, you go, practice writing with your left hand, today's homework is to write my name with your left hand, and you have to write it correctly .”

"it is good"

Ji Xingchen lowered his head helplessly, alas, it's really hard to be a good husband, and it's even harder to be Chi Xiaoxiao's husband, and now he has to practice calligraphy with his left hand, it's like digging a hole by himself and jumping in.

After Chi Xiaoxiao said this, he left the study. Ji Xingchen walked to the desk, took a pencil, and started to practice the two characters 'Chi' and 'Xiao' with his left hand.

He should be thankful that the characters 'Chi' and 'Xiao' are easy to write, and there are not many strokes, and Chi Xiaoxiao's name is only these two characters after all.

Chi Xiaoxiao admires Ji Xingchen very much, because Ji Xingchen took a pen and a piece of paper to sit next to Chi Xiaoxiao at dinner this evening, and wrote Chi Xiaoxiao's words under Chi Xiaoxiao's gaze. few words.

"How do you practice so fast?!"

"Wife's name, I can't practice fast, my wife, don't be angry, you are not three years old, I am three years old, okay?"

"All right, all right, I'll let you go."

"Thank you Lord Ron!"

"Free gift!"

"Honey, you see how I write your name so beautifully with my left hand, why don't you give me some benefits?"

"What benefits do you want?"

Ji Xingchen leaned into Chi Xiaoxiao's ear and said something softly. When the sentence was finished, Chi Xiaoxiao immediately moved away and shouted: "Ji Xingchen! Get out!"

(End of this chapter)