Stupidly Cute Qing Mei: The Childhood Friend is Too Black Bellied

"Brother, orange juice, can I invite my classmates to play at home?" Xiaotu asked Cheng Zhiyan's bicycle while sitting up, looking up at him.

"..." Cheng Zhiyan looked back, glanced at the group of boys behind him, and looked at the group of parents standing behind the boy, shrugging: "You should ask their parents, not me . "

The little rabbit froze slightly and looked at those grandparents.

"Oh, we're not going to play anymore, your grown-ups are not at home, you have two children, you can't keep them."

"Yeah, yeah, when your parents are at home, invite us to play."

"It's getting dark and you have to go home to cook, so I won't go to play with you."

After receiving the gaze of the rabbits, the grandparents hurriedly held their dolls' hands and said with a smile.

"..."

Little rabbit doesn't know what to take.

"No, no, I'm going to the bunny's house."

"Grandma, I'm going to the bunny's house too. I will marry the bunny when I grow up!"

"Bunny, do you like me or Dabao?"

When these little boys heard that parents were reluctant to take themselves to the bunny's house, all kinds of noises started.

"This child, you are so young, you know what marriage is?" A little boy's grandma couldn't help but laugh.

Bunny blinked, staring at the guy who asked if she liked herself or Dabao, then shook her head and said, "None, I like orange juice brother!"

"Why, why don't you like me?" The little boy was standing beside Cheng Zhiyan, looking at Xiaotu with a schoolbag on his back, asking.

"Because I'm going to marry my orange juice brother in the future!" As soon as the rabbit said, the gangster boys were all quiet.

Cheng Zhiyan looked at the bunny with a little speech, wondering whether to push the bicycle directly to run.

"He is so old, why are you marrying him?"

"When you grow up, he will become an uncle, and you will definitely not like him by then."

"I'm obviously more handsome than him. Why don't you like me?"

But after a moment of silence, the little boys suddenly started to chatter again.

Cheng Zhiyan looked at the little boys with black lines, his heart rushing past ten thousand beasts.

He is only twelve years old, where is he getting old! ?

He's underage, OK? !! ?

"Gone, go home." Cheng Zhiyan stretched a handsome and handsome face, glanced at the little boys, pushed the little rabbit on the bicycle and walked towards home.

"Bunny, bunny, don't go ..."

"Oh, my little ancestor, hurry home with grandma ..."

The bunny looked back at the little boys, waved their hands at them, and happily followed Cheng Zhi's home.

As soon as I got home, Rabbit couldn't wait to turn the contents of her bag out, and turned towards Cheng Zhiyan, saying: "Brother, orange juice, look, these are all gifts from my children."

"Gift?" Cheng Zhiyan said for a moment, walked to the side of the bunny and looked at her with a probe in her hand, and asked casually, "What festival is it today, why are so many people giving you something?"

"The teacher said, it's March 8th Women's Day!"