A boy is so good at acting cute.

Jiutao

Zhibao had no intention of getting out of Qiao Sinian's arms, and said to Qiao Sinian: "Dad, can you teach your baby to write tonight? You haven't been with your baby for a long time."

"Okay, I'll teach you tonight."

"Dad is the best, Zhibao loves you."

Qiao Chengfan sneered. This little guy had forgotten the last time he was scolded by Lao Qiao to tears. He felt aggrieved last time, but now he hugged Lao Qiao and didn't let go!

"Dad, we will build a snowman tomorrow." Zhibao made another request.

"Let's talk about tomorrow's affairs tomorrow."

"Okay."

Not long after, Xiao Yuzi also came down from the upper floor.

The hot pot was prepared in the kitchen, and everyone sat around the dining table, and the whole family sat together.

The restaurant is brightly lit, the warm-toned crystal lamps emit a soft light, the clean and white tableware is full of bright luster, and laughter is everywhere.

At the beginning of winter, snow fills the capital.

The hot pot exudes a hot mist and a fragrant smell. There is a lot of meat added in the kitchen, which children love to eat the most.

As they were eating, the little grapefruit would run around everywhere, look at the snow, and hug Duoduo.

She likes to go to the balcony along the stairs and step on the furry carpet, which is the warmest time in winter, looking at the lights and snowflakes.

Sometimes she would chat with classmates, sometimes she would say a few words to brother Shen Jun, and sometimes she would take the initiative to chat with adults, such as her uncle and her uncle Cheng.

Of course, the person she wanted to find most was Brother Ji Changmu.

But the little brother wants to learn and rarely responds to her.

Tomorrow will be another day when I won't see him.

She also ran along the indoor corridor to the south building, which was where she usually attends classes.

The south building is brightly lit, and a bottle of wintersweet is placed on the desk, and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere.

She took a photo to show Ji Changmu: "Look, Huahua."

Ji Changmu had been replying to her for a long time: "Yes."

Youyou: "When you come next time, it will wither."

Ji Changmu: "There is no flower in the world that will not fade."

Yuyou: "No, there is."

Ji Changmu: "No."

Yuyou: "Yes."

Ji Changmu was too lazy to argue with her and didn't say anything.

Yuyou: "The flowers in my heart will never wither."

Ji Changmu: "..."

Where can I learn it? One set after another.

At a young age.

Xiao Yuzi sent him several cute emoticons. She has now learned to make emoticons by herself, all of which are made with Duoduo, this little cute.

Ji Changmu did not respond.

When he was tired of reading, he turned around and looked out the window. There was also a wintersweet plant outside the self-study classroom, which was just right.

He didn't have much pity for flowers and plants. He only knew that the world was cold. If you look at it with a warm heart, you would sooner or later be hurt and bloody, and it would be better to be indifferent.

This is the truth he learned when he was sixteen years old, and what happened later made him firmly believe this idea.

He is not the light, nor the sun. There is no need to warm anyone, and he does not need others to warm him.

If he understands this, he can not care about everyone's eyes.

There were also students in the self-study classroom whispering, and the two girls sitting behind him were discussing the upcoming Christmas event at the school, each department held its own, and the largest meeting was held by the student union.

They were very excited and discussed who would participate.
Chapter completed!