Being framed by Li Juefeng, Len's little face became even darker. He stood there with a straight face and lowered his head to look at the ground.
Gu Xiaoai was holding a tissue and was about to wipe it for him, but the tissue was snatched away by a slender hand. She saw Li Juefeng kneeling down beside the stroller with a tissue and gently wiping the corners of Li Ziqi's lips, "
Your sister is drooling!"
What Li Juefeng said was so righteous and confident.
"..."
Everyone was silent and looked at each other. No normal person would think that an almost six-year-old boy would make a several-month-old child drool...
Mr. Li's thinking is really...invincible.
Gu Xiaoai watched Li Juefeng carefully wipe Li Zisi's saliva. Just as he was about to speak, a small hand grabbed the hem of her skirt.
Gu Xiaoai lowered her eyes, Len shook his head silently at her with a drooped face, then took the football from the maid's hand and turned around to leave.
"Son, you just played football, let me wash your hair."
Gu Xiaoai said loudly on purpose, then chased after him, took one of Len's hands, and glanced at Li Juefeng with his peripheral vision.
"Eh, eh..."
Seeing that Len was about to leave, Li Ziqi kicked around even more anxiously, and slapped his little hand on Li Juefeng's face.
Li Juefeng didn't even frown, and continued to wipe the corners of her lips, with a smile on his thin lips, "Smile for daddy."
…
hateful!
This stinky man! Everything will be fine if he has a daughter!
Just hold your daughter for the rest of your life!
Gu Xiaoai felt resentful in her heart, so she grabbed Len's little hand and walked upstairs. The hurry of her steps made Len look sideways.
"Li Ziting." A deep voice sounded behind them, "Go to the football field and let me see what you have learned."
…
This man...
Gu Xiaoai pursed her lips and felt Len's little hand stagnant for a moment before walking upstairs.
"Li Ziting!"
Li Juefeng's voice became stern.
Len couldn't help but stop. He was always afraid and respectful of Li Juefeng.
Gu Xiaoai turned around with Len, and Li Juefeng took the football from his hand, put the football on his fingertips and spun it quickly, much faster than Len spinning the small football...
Immediately afterwards, Li Juefeng threw the rotating football back and kicked it up with his heel, controlling the distance of the football without hurting anyone. His movements were coherent and elegant, showing off a set of fancy football.
Gu Xiaoai looked at Len, and sure enough, Len's eyes were shocked, and he followed the football without blinking.
Kicking the football with his toes, Li Juefeng once again placed the football firmly on the tip of his index finger and turned it, his flowing movements were jaw-dropping.
"How about it, do you want to learn?" Li Juefeng stared at Len condescendingly, and with a flick of his thumb, he spun the football faster.
Len pursed his lips, swallowed secretly, and considered whether to stand firm or surrender...
Gu Xiaoai bent down and whispered in his ear with a volume that only two people could hear, "Go ahead and learn all his skills before we call him a fascist!"
These words settled Len's hesitation.
"I want to learn!" Len said firmly.
"Those who are still drooling at the age of five have little chance of succeeding in school." Li Juefeng held the football in his big palm and looked at Len with disdain.
Len was immediately so angry that his cheeks puffed up, "I'm not drooling!"
It was his sister who kissed him and got all her saliva on his face.
"There is still one now!" Li Juefeng looked at the saliva on his face with disgust, and his eyes clearly said, "Stop making excuses..."