Three-and-a-half-year-old koi carp: the cute little milk bag of the group pet turns the whole dynasty 066 Bad Guys Will Become Good Guys When They Meet Mibao
066 Bad Guys Will Become Good Guys When They Meet Mibao
Tang Minglin stopped sweating and hurriedly brought his sister over: "My roommate's idea is a bit weird, but there is no malice in it. She is still young. She learns to say many words, but she actually doesn't understand what they mean. Please don't take it off, Uncle Shen."
, I will apologize to you on her behalf..."
"It's nothing," Mr. Shen waved his hand, squatted down and said to Mibao, "Don't worry Mibao, uncle will be fine. My uncle is different from the uncle in the storybook. Because uncle is the one who wrote the storybook."
Mi Bao was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of admiration: "The person who wrote the storybook..."
"Yes," the old man said with a look on his face when he saw the effect was so good: "Many people who write storybooks are poor scholars. In order to make money, the storybooks they write inevitably become popular and make up random things, but my uncle is different.
"My uncle is rich and knowledgeable, so the script he wrote is true."
Mi Bao was deceived and limped on the spot. He blinked his eyes and thought for a long time before saying: "Well, where is the notebook where you wrote it?"
"At the villa," the old man said, "in a few days, when Lin Quan goes to the villa, my uncle will ask him to bring it over and show it to Mi Bao."
Mi Bao nodded: "Okay, then it's settled."
"Okay," Mr. Shen said, "It's settled."
The two of them gave a serious high-five.
Tang Minglin stood beside him with a complicated expression. He didn't want to stop him, nor did he not stop him. He thought that the old man had to start writing the storybook overnight, and he felt a little sorry, but he couldn't tell his sister that he was lying.
Shen Zhen was very calm and said with a smile: "Let's go and have some snacks."
He stretched out his hand, took Mi Bao's little hand, led her to the front, washed her hands, and the boy brought some snacks.
Because their whole attitude was so natural, as if Mi Bao was their own child, Tang Minglin was embarrassed to be polite.
Mr. Shen continued to chat with him: "Three hundred thousand is just an introduction. You can come to my place to read. At least read the four books first."
Tang Minglin said quickly: "Thank you very much, Uncle Shen, for your kindness. It's just that I'm stupid and don't dare to trouble uncle."
Mr. Shen nodded and said nothing more. Both of them looked at Mibao. Mibao was originally very leisurely, but as he was eating, something suddenly flashed across her eyes. She raised her little arm in disbelief and looked at it.
Here, I looked over there.
The sleeves on both sides were so black that I had no idea when they were put on.
Fat Tuanzi turned around in shock and looked for her brother.
Tang Minglin raised his eyebrows, meaning you only know?
Mi Bao looked at Shen Zhen silently again.
Shen Zhen coughed: "Sorry, I didn't pay attention."
"It doesn't matter," Mi Bao put down his hand immediately and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, Mi Bao is responsible for his own work and will never turn you in."
Shen Zhen smiled: "It doesn't matter if you confess."
"No, no, no," Fatty Tuanzi shook his little head like a rattle: "You don't understand, my mother's broom is very scary."
She finished the snacks in two bites and clapped her hands: "Brother, let's go."
"Okay," Tang Minglin stood up: "Mi Bao, say goodbye to uncle and sister Shen."
Mi Bao turned around and waved: "Uncle, sister Zhen, see you tomorrow."
She took her brother's hand and went back. Mrs. Fan and the others had just arrived home. As soon as Mi Bao entered the door, he flew into the wing, then stood at the door of the wing and called: "Mother, mother," she held on to the door frame.
The little hand hooked: "Come here!"
Mrs. Fan thought her daughter was going to tell her a little secret, so she came over with a smile. Then Mibao quickly closed the door and flashed his sleeves.
Mrs. Fan's smile disappeared on the spot: "Mi Bao! What's going on? Where did you get this? Do you know that you are doing laundry now..."
Before she finished her sentence, the fat dumpling ran to the bedside, took the bed broom, stuffed it into her hand, then turned around and stuck out her butt.
puff!
Mrs. Fan couldn't hold back her laughter, and she was laughing so hard that she couldn't hold back her laughter.
Mibao bent over and held his calf, very honestly, waiting for her to finish laughing.
Mrs. Fan laughed for a long time, then she sat down and said, "Mi Bao'er, mother is not an unreasonable person. Let's not fight today. Tell mother, what did you do?"
Fatty Tuanzi immediately became angry and said to her: "Mi Bao and Sister Zhen accidentally bumped into each other while they were writing. This is for learning, not for fun."
"Oh?" Mrs. Fan opened the door while talking to her, and asked: "You went to their house to play, didn't you... study?"
"That's right!" Fat Tuanzi said without any guilt: "Mi Bao happened to meet Sister Zhen and went to her house!"
"Yes, it's just right," Tang Minglin said as he walked in: "I said I won't go anywhere, I have to go there to play. Daqing is just for the sake of 'just right'."
He told his mother, Mrs. Fan frowned for a long time, and Mi Bao looked at her, waiting for her to express her opinion.
As a result, Mrs. Fan said: "Ling Fang has been with your father for a lifetime. Shen Linquan asked Mi Bao to call him uncle. You called his uncle uncle, and Mi Bao called sister Shen Zhen. Isn't this a generational difference?"
Tang Minglin spread his hands and said, "Uncle Shen didn't ask me to call you that. Everyone talks about their own affairs."
Madam Fan nodded and did not dwell on this point, just said: "This family really can't figure it out."
Tang Minglin whispered: "I think it's quite clear and there's no need to think about it. They are quite... quite open and don't hide much. They are here just for Mibao. They show goodwill to us and they are very straightforward.
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Madam Fan frowned deeply: "That's what makes it troublesome."
Tang Minglin whispered: "It would be troublesome otherwise, it's just as troublesome. I just think that they could have done something smarter, but they did it very straightforwardly. Is this a gentleman or someone who is arrogant?"
Madam Fan shook her head: "I don't know, he doesn't look like a bad person, but..."
The two of them put their heads together, worried. Mi Bao grabbed their shoulders with his little hands, and with a little force, his little head stuck in: "Don't worry, Uncle Shen must be a good person! Sister Zhen and everyone else must be good people!"
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Lady Fan asked: "How do you know?"
"I just know it!" Fat Tuanzi patted his chest and was extremely confident: "You have to believe in Mi Bao, that's right! Even if they are bad people originally, they will become good people after meeting Mi Bao!"
Both looked at her.
Although it was just a child's talk, I don't know why, but it really made me feel relieved.
Tang Minglin whispered again: "One more thing... I always feel that Shen Zhen is not a little girl."
He explained a few words in a low voice, and Mrs. Fan suddenly understood: "I just said that his voice doesn't sound like a little girl... This is not unusual. Many wealthy families have weak children. They are afraid that they will not be able to raise them, so they raise them as daughters.
We raise it until we are twelve years old and then change it back. Let’s just pretend we don’t know about this and don’t point it out. Many people are taboo about this.”
Tang Minglin nodded: "I know."
Because the family was not sure how to deal with it, they did not stop Mibao from going to play with them.
The next day Tang Mingqi stayed to see his sister, but he didn't want to play any coincidence, so he just carried his sister in through the gate.
Shen Linquan greeted him with a smile. Shen Xingsi and Tang Lingfang were both there. They bowed their hands to each other and were about to give way to the room. But it happened that the cook was making pasta. Mi Bao caught a glimpse of it and caught his attention. He just thought that the cook That hand is so magical, I don't know how to turn and press it, and a flower will come out.
Shen Zhen was writing in his room, pausing from time to time to listen to the sounds outside the window.
When the boy came over and said something, Shen Zhen quickly put down his pen, thought for a while, and called to the boy: "Hurry up and put away your pen and ink."