The president's favorite: little friend, you are so sweet

Chapter 219 How are you, Brother Gong?

The recruits saw Qu Jimeng and Jiabao running away from the school grounds for a long time before returning.

Wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, and didn't have a chance to ask why, only that bastard Zheng Yinan seemed to be smiling quite badly.

This made Qu Jimeng mutter in his heart, has Lizhi already been there? ?
If Lizhi has already had her period, why does his baby know nothing about it? !
During breakfast, Miyano Zhi didn't deliberately set up a "small table" for Jiabao to eat. When it was time for lunch, all the recruits entered the cafeteria one by one, and all the recruits jumped up excitedly.

Seeing the delicious food in the cafeteria, Jiabao was so excited that he grabbed Lizhi and said, "I'm going back to the dormitory at noon to criticize Peter Pan!"

"Are you okay to criticize what Peter Pan is doing?" Li Zhi brought two trays and handed one to Garbo.

"I didn't expect that Jing Huan's father didn't lie to me. There are so many delicious foods, we can take whatever we want, right? But you haven't forgotten what Peter Pan said last night, have you?"

Lizhi knocked on the head, picked up two fried small yellow croakers with a steel clip, thought for a while, "You mean Peter Pan said last night that we only have five or six pots of vegetables for each meal?"

"That's right! The dishes here are incomparably richer than those at home. There are only five or six pots!"

Hearing the naive conversation between the two of them, the soldier in the cafeteria smiled and said, "Everyone takes what they need, and if you can't eat the rest, you will be fined!"

At the end, Brother Xiaobing added, "I will eat pickles and porridge for the next meal."

"No, won't it?" Jia Bao was intimidated by Xiao Bingge, his eyes checked all the smelling food one by one, his serious look seemed to be choosing a concubine.

After picking up seven or eight kinds of food, Jiabao held the tray in his satisfied hands, and was about to walk with Lizhi to the vacancy at the table for the recruit girls, when Miyano Zhi's orderly came over and said, "Xiang Jiabao! Your small table is over there. "

Jiabao was stopped by someone holding a tray, very annoyed, "What small table and big table? Why don't you let people have a good meal!"

"The officer promised you that before you reach the age of 12, you will be alone at the table... You will not forget, right?"

The orderly bullied Jiabao slightly, and said in a low voice.

Qu Jimeng, who had just finished picking up his meal over there, saw Jiabao being blocked by orderlies, and stood motionless and stared at this side.

"Then, that small table? Is it for kindergarten children to eat?"

"Uh... the officer heard that you wanted to open a small table, so he specially asked us to go to a small table outside—"

I'm dizzy.

Jiabao was stunned by himself.

I had no choice but to go to the small table and sit down, like a soldier who fears death as home, under everyone's gaze.

Eat in silence.

While eating, she felt a pair of eyes looking at her, and looked up at the tall and straight body standing in the cafeteria.

The saliva in Jiabao's mouth was stuck in his throat, and his round and big eyes sparkled, and he mumbled, "Daddy Jing Huan..."

Qu Jinghuan frowned slightly, but said nothing.

He strode to the officer's table and sat down to eat.

Afterwards, the young man from the old chief's family also came to the cafeteria with a serious face.

He sat down opposite Miyano Zhi with a tray, and asked with a playful smile, "How are you, Brother Gong?"

Miyano Zhi twitched her lips recklessly, and squinted at the little girl eating at the small table.

"I made you worry."

"Haha——" Uncle Jun followed Miyano Zhi's gaze and looked back, only to see a little girl sitting on the edge of a small table.

Also looking here.

That, that, isn't that their little baby? !

Uncle Jun Shao was furious, and his chopsticks slammed on the table.

(End of this chapter)