After washing up, Gu Juexi changed his clothes, picked up his cell phone, sent an email to him, and sent it to himself.

The child in Ye Xicheng, who was playing with his sister in the hotel, hurriedly picked up his phone when he saw it light up.

【fyix:

Boy, it's done very well.]

The child in Ye Xicheng frowned. What does this mean?

Compliment him?

This sentence is really Gu Juexi praising the children in Ye Xicheng, not from the perspective of being hacked, but from the perspective of a father.

The little guy is very young, but he understands that no one dares to break his news in City B, but once someone breaks it out, the people behind him will follow because someone already carries a gun.

But the person carrying the gun was Gu Juexi's own son. The little guy knew that he couldn't do anything to him, so he dared to be the person carrying the gun.

Moreover, he knew how to make news at a young age and knew that his trumpet was useless, so he tagged Gu's official website.

As a father, I am naturally happy to have such a son.

But, is this dead boy really his own son?

Brother, what are you looking at? Seeing that my brother has been ignoring him, the child Xixi asked with curiosity.

The child in Ye Xicheng hurriedly put away the cell phone in his hand. It was nothing. I'll see what time it was, and I'll get you milk.

Thank you brother. The child Xixi rolled on the sofa and played with a smile, watching him jump off the sofa and help him get milk.

Brother, I want to be in a bad mood. The child Xixi said, refusing to let his brother help him heat the milk.

No, I will feel stomachache after drinking it. The children in Ye Xicheng will never tolerate it.

The child Xixi lay on the sofa and made a gesture of "please, please" to his brother, and said pitifully: Is it okay this time?

The child in Ye Xicheng looked at his sister's pitiful appearance. Although the weather is getting hotter and hotter now, but—

no.

Brother, brother, brother is the best. The child Xixi clasped his hands together, his big eyes flashed with blingling water.

The child in Ye Xicheng stood on a stool, put the milk into the pot, and then turned on the fire, but it still couldn't do it.

My brother doesn’t love me anymore, I’m going to find my daddy. The child Xixi snorted and was about to climb off the sofa.

Your dad has no time to pay attention to you now. The child of Ye Xicheng said lightly, his old meatballs should be too busy to take care of themselves now.

Brother, I'm hot, I don't want to drink hot. As the child Xixi said, rolling on the sofa, brother, good brother, good brother.

Ye Xicheng heard this magical sound that was accustomed to ears, shook his little head helplessly, then reached out to take out the not-so-hot milk, turned off the heat, jumped off the stool, found a straw to help her sister, and ran out to hand it over to her, it was a little hot. If you don’t drink it, I will tell my mother.

The child Xixi pouted, got up and reached out to take it, OK.

The child Xixi knows her brother too well. If she continues, she is afraid that her brother will really continue to heat her up.

If mommy knows, she will not only let her drink hot milk, but also hit her little butt.

So, she should listen to her brother.

The children in Ye Xicheng were very satisfied with their sister's reaction, so in the future, they would listen to their brother or daddy's?

Brother's Xixi said decisively.

The children in Ye Xicheng were satisfied.
Chapter completed!