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Chapter one hundred and fifty seventh obediently

 The little guaiguai was playing quietly, admiring the dazzling fireworks. Over there, Su Xiaoting lit another one, ran away, and shouted to the little guaiguai: "Sister, look at me!"

Xiaoguaiguai looked over and saw Su Xiaoting holding a sparkling fairy stick and swinging a big windmill. The excited smile on her face was clearly visible. One stick was not enough, so she asked Su Haiyan for another one and lit it, one by one on both sides of her body.

Ground swing.

As if the door to a new world had opened, Su Qinghe felt that little Guaiguai's hands were also exerting force, and he obviously wanted to imitate Su Xiaoting's play.

Su Qinghe shook his wrist silently, and the fairy stick in his and Xiaoguaiguai's hands made small circles. It was definitely incomparable to Su Xiaoting's, and Su Qinghe couldn't let Xiaoguaiguai play like this with Su Xiaoting. But that's it.

A little spin in a circle has a fatal attraction for the little boy.

"Hey, look at what uncle has in his hand." Su Quan asked Su Haiyan for one, lit it on fire and came over.

"Fafa" looked at the little boy obediently, showing his little baby teeth.

This little voice with unclear enunciation hit Su Quan's heart at once, "Why do I love to hear Guaiguai talk so much!"

"If you like, just give birth to one by yourself!" Su Haiyan said with a smile. Because of the matchmaking relationship, she called Su Quan's parents uncle and aunt, and Su Quan was naturally her cousin.

Su Quan looked at Su Haiyan speechlessly, "Sister Yan, before you talk to me, please think about yourself first!"

Su Haiyan sighed inaudibly, put all the fairy wands in her hands on the table, moved a stool and sat next to the old lady.

"Ayan, you should think about yourself!" The old lady whispered in Su Haiyan's ear distressedly.

Su Haiyan shook her head and looked absently at the scene of fireworks blooming in the yard. She was lonely and helpless in this world, and she didn't want to get married and have children, so that she could have a haven to rest in her heart.

But in her current situation, how can she harm others?

Seeing her like this, the old lady didn't try to persuade her. Could it be possible that she could still persuade her to give up her father?

If she really wanted to be useful, Su Haiyan would not assume the obligation to support her father, even if the father failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a father.

She just felt sad for Su Haiyan. The child she watched grow up had never lived for herself.

The fairy wand in Little Guaiguai's hand burned to the end and slowly went out.

The little boy was stunned for a moment, shook his hands in disbelief, and then said to Su Qinghe: "Dad is gone."

"Hey, uncle, we have it here!" Su Quan shouted.

"Good boy, uncle, we have them here too!" Qin Hao waved to little good boy.

"Good boy, come to grandpa!" Bai Jian'an lit a fairy stick and looked warily at the people who wanted to snatch the little boy from him.

Only then did Little Guaiguai realize that so many people have hair!

She suddenly became excited, twisted her body, abandoned her father, and showed no preference. She ran around in the yard with her little short legs, soaking up the dew and her little breasts kept shouting "fufufafafa".<

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The old lady looked at this lively scene and thought of Su Qingchi who didn't know where she was now. She looked up at the moon that was getting rounder and brighter in the sky, "I don't know how Achi is doing now."

After Su Qingchi left home, he made a phone call to say he had arrived at school successfully, and there was no call back after that.

With this reminder from the old lady, Su Haiyan suddenly remembered that Su Qingchi was not at home during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so she asked, "Will Achi not come back this Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"I'm at work, I'm not coming back!" The old lady didn't have a disappointed expression on her face. After all, compared to the past, the house was already very lively this year, and there was also a noisy boy who occupied her heart.

Su Haiyan suddenly understood and did not talk about this topic much.

At this time, Su Zhiliang came over with his mobile phone. He walked to the old lady and handed the mobile phone to the old lady, "Mom, Ayang wants to talk to you!"

"Ayang called back." The old lady was pleasantly surprised. She quickly took the phone and looked at the little grandson with a short haircut on the screen. She felt distressed, "I've lost weight, I've lost weight, I've lost weight!"

"Mom, I'm not losing weight, the food is so good!" Su Qingyang said with a smile on the other end of the video.

But the old lady thought he had lost weight, so he had lost weight. The mother-in-law and grandson chatted for a while, and the old lady held up her mobile phone and said to her grandson: "The house is very lively now, let me show you what a good boy - eh A Liang

, why is my face still photographed? Help me do it quickly, I want to show A Yang that I am a good boy!"

Su Zhiliang hurriedly reached out and switched the camera, and then helped the old lady to focus the camera on the little Guaiguai running around in the yard. The old lady said with a smile: "Ayang, have you seen, Guaiguai, this child is very noisy?"

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"Po, please call me here, I want to talk to her too!" Su Qingyang put her face close to her, wanting to have a good look at the next generation of the family.

The old lady quickly called Su Qinghe to bring the little boy over. The little girl was suddenly carried into her mother-in-law's arms. She was still a little confused, but as a voice calling her came from the phone, she moved her eyes to the phone and saw

Those who came inside would stretch out their hands and scream.

Video chatting is a very familiar thing for little Guaiguai. After all, he often talks to his grandparents via video chat.

"My dear, this is my uncle, please call me my uncle!" The old lady grabbed the little dear's hand and introduced her to him kindly.

"Uncle," the little Guaiguai shouted in a sweet voice, and Su Qingyang's uncontrollably delighted response came from the phone.

Su Qingyang rarely called back, and Su Qinghe also said a few words to him, but he was always affected by Xiaoguaiguai. Xiaoguaiguai was very interested in this uncle whom he met for the first time on the phone, and told him in a sweet voice.

Although he was talking, many times he still needed the old lady to translate, so that Su Qingyang could understand what the little boy wanted to express.

Under the show of the old lady, the little boy counted the numbers and memorized the poem for Su Qingyang.

Needless to say, the result must be that he was praised by Su Qingyang, and then the little guy jumped proudly in the old lady's arms.

Not only that, Su Qingyang also showed the cute little Guaiguai to his comrades. The charm of human cubs was very lethal to this group of macho men, especially the little Guaiguai who did not hesitate to count again amidst the heckling of a group of uncles on the other end of the phone.

The numbers memorized the poem, and listening to the compliments, the little boy gradually lost himself.

"Good boy, great boy," the little guy was already bragging shamelessly.

Su Qinghe shaved the little boy's fleshy face, "You are too shameless for a little kid."

"Well, dad is bad." The little boy pushed Su Qinghe's hand away in disgust.

The old lady also helped out and said: "We are awesome, how can we be shameless?"

There is a limit to the time Su Qingyang can use his mobile phone. Not long after, Su Qingyang hung up the video call.

Seeing Su Zhiliang's reluctant expression, Su Qinghe asked: "Uncle, how often does Ayang usually call back?"

"Only New Year's Eve and Mid-Autumn Festival I can call you back, but I can't say how long it will take."

Su Qinghe said apologetically: "That will delay your conversation with A Yang!"

"Why are you delaying? Your aunt and I have already talked to Ayang at home." Su Zhiliang waved his hand and turned around to tease the little boy.
Chapter completed!
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