Shen Wanqing threw the towel on one side of the table, walked over and said slowly, "don't hide from me?"
Hearing Shen Wanqing's voice, Qi Nian's body paused slightly.
Then, the white boy nodded obediently in front of him, and his voice was very nice: "well, don't hide..."
Before Shen Wanqing spoke, Qi Nian suddenly looked up and looked into her eyes with gray pupils.
Seeing this, she was slightly stunned.
Qi young bit Fei's thin lips. His beautiful gray eyes looked at her without blinking. The young man gently said, "sister... Is it your child's adoptive husband every year?"
Hearing the speech, Shen Wanqing was stunned. She didn't expect Qi Nian to ask such a question a few days later.
Is it because she doesn't want to be her child's adoptive husband that she is uncomfortable and angry for so long?
The smile in Shen Wanqing's eyes suddenly converged and disappeared.
She sipped her lips and didn't speak. Instead, she took out two cans of wangzi milk before going to the refrigerator and threw one to Qi Nian. After that, Shen Wanqing opened one by herself.
Looked up and took a sip.
The sweet and greasy milk flavor depressed the irritability and gloom in Shen night's pure heart.
She pressed her emotions and calmly sat in the chair opposite Qi Nian.
Shen Wanqing slightly folded her legs and looked at Qi Nian calmly and coldly. Her voice was cold and loose: "why? Don't you want to do it?"
When she spoke, her eyes were always staring at Qi Nian, unwilling to let go of any subtle expression on each other's face.
Hearing the speech, Qi Nian suddenly looked up in panic. He shook his head in panic: "no... no... not every year..."
Shen Wanqing fixed his eyes on Qi Nian, and then quietly hooked his lips.
The gloom and irritability in my heart seemed to disappear in an instant.
She took a sip of wangzi milk and her voice softened.
"Why do you ask this?"
Qi Qingnian sipped his lips and held the can of wangzi milk in his hand with his fingertips. He hesitated for a while before gritting his teeth and continued to ask: "is Nian Nian my sister's child adoptive husband?"
"Yes." Shen Wanqing looked into his eyes and answered.
Qi Nian held back his joy and asked slowly, "is the child's adoptive husband and daughter-in-law the same?"
Shen Wanqing was thoughtful, "yes."
Now the smile on Qi Nian's face finally couldn't hide.
He smiled with the corners of his lips.
The pear vortex at the corner of the mouth is shallow, the eyebrow and eye smile is vivid, and the good-looking one can't move his eyes.
Qi Nian suddenly got up and walked in front of Shen Wanqing. He squatted down, hesitated for a moment, and shyly stretched out his hand.
He took Shen Wanqing's hand and gently rubbed his fingertips.
Shen Wanqing sat there motionless, raised his eyebrows and looked carelessly at the children in front of him, trying to see what medicine he sold in his gourd.
I didn't wait for the boy to act, but I waited for the boy to be shy.
"As my sister said before, my sister doesn't like this touch, she likes another touch..."
The young man's ears are red.
He couldn't hide his shyness. He hung his long eyelashes shyly and didn't dare to look into Shen Wanqing's eyes.
He said gently and shyly, "can you... Can you touch it in the way your sister likes?"
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Shen Wanqing was stunned.
Her eyes were surprised and shocked.
How could a simple and sensible child suddenly talk about it? And asked her to touch it?
Qi Nian panicked when he didn't hear Shen Wanqing's answer. He quickly looked up and hurriedly said, "sister, every year has grown up! Sister can tell every year!"
Listening to Qi Nian's hurried voice, Shen Wanqing couldn't help laughing.