Chapter 342: [I don't regret giving birth to Yiyi] 3
Rong Ning was still thinking wildly, but when Yi Yi saw him hanging up the phone, he walked over with tears in his eyes.
"Uncle is calling mom?"
"Yes." Rong Ning raised his eyebrows. If he had known that he could calm down this little ancestor just by making a phone call, then there wouldn't be a big problem for Brother Yi with just a few of them here.
Yi Yi wiped her tears and raised her head to look at him, "When will mom come back?"
"immediately."
"Liar!" Yiyi grabbed Rong Ning's pants and complained, "Just now, my uncle also said that mother would be back soon, but it's already night... wuwu..."
Rong Ning was really afraid of this little ancestor, so he knelt down and looked at him, "You have to believe me now. I really didn't lie to Brother Yi this time. If you don't believe me, Brother Yi will count, um... count one."
A hundred times, mom will definitely come back."
"Really?" Yi Yi tilted his head in confusion. Rong Ning nodded and said seriously, "Absolutely, as long as Brother Yi counts to a hundred times, mother will definitely come back."
Although he was reluctant, Yi Yi had no other choice. He sobbed and took Rong Ning's valuable Dior men's clothing to wipe his nose.
"Okay, I will trust uncle again."
"Haha..." Rong Ning looked at his newly bought clothes and felt like crying.
Just like this, my nose was stained by Yiyi... Oh my god, this is already the tenth set in the past few days...
No matter what, he managed to control Yi Yi's raging temper. Rong Ning sat on the floor and listened to Yi Yi counting.
"One...two...three..." Yiyi clasped his ten fingers and counted them one by one. When he reached fifty-five, he suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?"
"Fifty-five...fifty-five..." Yiyi choked, mumbling "fifty-five" countless times, and suddenly burst into tears.
"Hey, my ancestor, what happened to you?"
Rong Ning quickly wiped the tears from Yi Yi's eyes, and Yi Yi cried, "What's after fifty-five..."
"Haha..." Rong Ning was about to laugh so hard that his stomach hurt, "Fifty-five is followed by fifty-six..."
"Fifty-six...fifty-six...wuwu!" Yiyi cried even more fiercely than before, "Uncle is a bad guy! You can't trick Yiyi into counting!"
Su Yichen's mouth twitched, not knowing whether he should cry or laugh.
"Yiyi's math is the worst. You will never know what's next when you reach fifty-five."