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Chapter 749: Small theater [4]

Boqing stretched out his hand and lazily planned to answer, but Jinyu said again: "Boqing, I'm hungry... Go and cook for me! Let him wait for two hours before calling again!"

Li Niangang shouted: "Bo Qing..."

But I heard the phone click and was hung up.

Li Nian suddenly became sullen. He stood up without thinking, put on his clothes haphazardly, and pulled Wen Jiaren over: "Go to Boqing's house!"

I despise him for treating his brothers like this when he has a woman.

I think he didn't do that at first...

Arrive at Bo Qing's house.

Jinyu opened the door.

With bare feet, he held a bowl of glutinous rice balls and ate them happily.

Seeing Li Nian with a livid face, he handed the dumplings to Li Nian with a smile: "Master Nian, do you want to have a taste?"

Li Nian was extremely angry, but he saw Boqing wearing a cute bear apron, a spoon in one hand, and shoes in the other: "Qiqi, put on your shoes..."

Suddenly, Li Nian turned his head, hugged Wen Jiaren, and pretended to kiss Wen Jiaren, his whole body trembling.

He knew that this was the kind of virtue Boqing had when he met Jinyu...

Li Nian hugged Wen Jiaren and walked in. Not long after he sat down, Yi Shui came with Shaohua.

He was also holding the three-year-old baby of Yi Shui's family.

Li Nian stood up, teased, and then looked at Yi Shu happily: "What? You're three years old? You can't speak yet? Go find someone quickly, don't be a fool..."

"Who are you talking about? Who are you talking about?" Shaohua looked at Li Nian anxiously, with sparks in his eyes.

Seeing this, Wen Jiaren grabbed Li Nian and said, "Nian, you can't bully Yi Qian like this, he is so cute..."

Jinyu held the small bowl, walked around, took a few glances, and saw the handsome little boy, stretched out his hand and poked it.

This poke made the child cry...

Yi Shu immediately glared at Jin Yu.

Jinyu immediately looked at Huan Qing aggrievedly.

Boqing immediately walked over and took her baby in her arms: "Good boy, we don't care about it. We'll give birth to a few more later, so we can poke them as we please..."

The whole house is full of people, embarrassing.

Children are not to be poked, children are not to be poked...


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