Xia Zhihuai sat on the stool and pondered for two seconds, raised his left eyebrow gently, and looked at Wanwan: "What do you think, what is your brother?"

The photographer was carrying the camera and almost couldn't control the expression on his face.

Xia Zhihuai glanced at the photographer with an out-of-control expression, and thought he was strange, and stared at Wanwan again and said, "Don't worry, no matter what you say this time, I will not hang your bottle on the tree again."

Wanwan immediately picked up the bottle on the ground and hugged it in her arms, looking at him in shock.

Is this a threat?

It's just a threat!

A naked threat!!!

Xia Zhihuai looked at Wanwan with a vigilant look on her face, raised his hand and slapped her round forehead, and asked dissatisfiedly: "What's your expression? Am I not good to you?"

Wanwan stood up with her bottle in her arms, carried her little stool, and moved to the distance.

Then he walked back and pulled out the fishing rod and moved it a little further.

Xia Zhihuai squinted his eyes and looked at her: "!!!"

After confirming that he was in a safe area, Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother, Uncle Huang said, you must be a little self-aware of your life!"

Xia Zhihuai's eyes hopped twice and raised his hand to stop: "Okay, stop talking, I know I am in your heart, handsome, majestic..."

"Brother, do you have any other advantages besides your face?"

Xia Zhihuai jumped out of the crossroads, pressed the straw hat on his head, and grinded his back alveolar: "Tao Wanwan!"

Wanwan immediately tightened her bottle and snorted: "You said that I will not hang my bottle on the tree again."

Xia Zhihuai sneered twice: "I said that I won't hang your bottle on the tree."

"But I can hang you on a tree!"

Wanwan's eyes opened wide in an instant, she stood up, ran into the yard.

Xia Zhihuai was tall and long, and took two steps at a time to catch up with the short-legged Wanwan.

Wanwan was held in his arms by him and immediately begged for mercy, "I was wrong~"

"Brother, I'm really wrong~"

Xia Zhihuai pinched her soft cheeks and snorted coldly: "Children's mouth, a lie!"

"I believe your little mouth again, I'm a dog!"

Wanwan: "..."

...

Five minutes later, Wanwan was hung under a tree in a net swing.

Xia Zhihuai reached out and poked her short legs, and laughed and said, "Give you a chance to reorganize your language. Are you handsome, brother?"

Wanwan was bound by the net and lay in the net swing, breathless and said: "Handsome!"

"The answer is not sincere!" Xia Zhihuai poked her arm again, "Say again."

Wanwan looked at the leaves above her head, her energy sinks into her dantian, and said loudly: "Handsome!"

"Very good..." Xia Zhihuai poked her soft cheeks lightly again, "But I think your answer is not heartless."

Wanwan was simply bullied by him.

She turned her head and stared at him fiercely: "Brother, you are too much! You are obviously very thoughtful~"

"I think it's not heart-wrenching, that's not heart-wrenching. I don't want you to think." Xia Zhihuai President made a speech.

Wanwan was angry, like a fierce and struggling little fish.

As a result, the operation was as fierce as a tiger, and I looked at the pestle on the spot!

Xia Zhihuai held the shaking swing, looked at her embarrassed look, and said happily: "Don't struggle, no one will come to save you."

"Can you be interested now?"

Wanwan collapsed on the swing and snorted coldly, "Little one, I don't know how to be honest."

Xia Zhihuai took her bottle: "Okay, you can hang it here for half an hour and reflect on it."

"I will feed the remaining milk to Grandma Xing's little milk dog."

Wanwan looked at him holding the bottle and was about to leave, and immediately accused: "Brother, you can't, that's my breast!"

"I will make the milk powder I bought with my own hands. Of course I have the final say!"

Wanwan cursed him resentfully: "Bullying the kid, brother, you will be bald early."

Xia Zhihuai smiled angrily, touched the hair that had been repaired, and raised his head and retorted: "Your brother, I have thick hair. I can immediately take a shampoo advertisement for people when I go out."

"The legendary premature baldness does not exist!"

"And even if I am seventy and eighty years old, I will definitely be the best among the elderly~"

Wanwan watched him walk away with the bottle, and was so angry that she kicked her legs. She still couldn't struggle out of the swing, so she could only lie flat and look at the sky.

The photographer was dumbfounded at Xia Zhihuai's narcissism. Is this what a male star looks like in private?

No wonder Xia Zhihuai’s former agent didn’t take on variety shows for him.

After appearing on a variety show, my mother didn't recognize the people who were established in the past.

...

After Xia Zhihuai came back with a bottle and took a walk, he walked to the backyard to see Wanwan.

I saw the little radish essence sleeping soundly, with its small mouth open, its claws still grasping the nylon rope net, and an unknown liquid flowed from the corner of its mouth.

Xia Zhihuai held her hands behind her back, looked at her hideous sleeping position, and reached out to poke her belly.

As a result, she mumbled a few vaguely, turned her head in the other direction, and continued to sleep loudly.

“It’s quite enjoyable.”

Xia Zhihuai put the bottle on the ground and opened the swing net to prepare her to sleep more comfortably.

Zhu Qing appeared behind him at the right time, holding a small pillow, and handed it to Xia Zhihuai.

Xia Zhihuai looked back at Zhu Qing for a long time, and couldn't help but complain: "Are you too biased in your favor? We serve you like slaves, and she lives like a little empress dowager."

Zhu Qing couldn't help laughing and said softly: "Brother Xia, you are the most beautiful eunuch."

Xia Zhihuai heard the problem, turned his head and said, "Who did you learn from? Are you so bamboo shoots?"

Huang Xikong stood on the second floor, his long light green sleeves brushed across the windowsill, and casually placed the book on the windowsill, listening to the conversation downstairs, and chuckled.

Zhu Qing raised his hand to block the corner of his mouth and secretly said, "Just... just kidding, I'll go cook first."

Zhu Qing put the thin blanket in her hand on the swing, turned around and left.

Huang Xikong pressed his hand on the windowsill with one hand, looked downstairs downstairs, and said in a slight manner: "Xiao Xiazi, how many fish have you caught?"

Xia Zhihuai looked up and rolled his eyes wide. He resisted the urge to raise his middle finger at him in front of the camera, and whispered: "But go to your little Xiazi, you are everywhere!"

Huang Xikong rolled the book and knocked on the window: "Zhuqing, go and bring the fish in, and made it at noon."

Zhu Qing came out of the kitchen and walked immediately to the back door.

After Xia Zhihuai covered Wanwan with blankets, he also went out of the yard.

Whether you can have extra meals at noon today depends entirely on his performance.

...

Zhu Qing squatted beside Wanwan's fishing rod, looking at the lengthened fishing line and the slightly drooping fishing rod top. He realized that this might be a big fish, and immediately put the fishing rod in his hand, slowly tightened the fishing line, and suddenly pulled the fish out of the water and threw it ashore.

A carp fell into the grass with a slightly red tail. It was at least seven or eight pounds in the hand.

This is definitely a big guy.

Xia Zhihuai was also very surprised and approached him and looked at him for a few more times: "Is this fishing rod of Wanwan a little easier to use?"

Zhu Qing took the carp off the hook, put it into the small bucket, and said implicitly: "I don't think it's a problem with the fishing rod."

Xia Zhihuai took the fishing rod from Zhu Qing's hand: "I'll try this one."

Zhu Qing shook his head helplessly and returned to the kitchen with the bucket.

Xia Zhihuai changed the bait and turned the hook to fish again. After sitting for half an hour, no fish took the bait.

He was a little unbelievable and went upstairs to call Huang Xikong down.

Huang Xikong took his fishing rod and threw the hook out. In less than ten minutes, a crucian carp weighing about two pounds was hooked.

Half an hour later, Xia Zhihuai looked at Huang Xikong and the fish in his bucket, looked down at the empty bucket at his feet, and fell into a state of daily doubt in life.

Has his face been so dark?

Even a small fish doesn't want to get on his hook!
Chapter completed!