This is how the godfather played with him just now!
Whoever loses gets to drink milk!
"Why do losers drink milk?" Ning Ziqi on the side couldn't help but ask.
She didn't understand why the loser had to drink milk?
Shouldn't losing be punished? Is drinking milk considered a punishment?
"Milk tastes bad." Beichen Shaoting glanced at Ning Ziqi and then said seriously.
He doesn't like to drink milk, but the servant makes him drink milk every morning and evening.
"Uh..." Ning Ziqi was ashamed, her son didn't like drinking milk...
This is very similar to Beichen Shixi. He doesn't like drinking milk, but prefers drinks such as coffee and red wine.
But she thinks the milk tastes good...
Also, when he was little, he always drank milk.
"Well, milk doesn't taste good!" Beichen Shixi quite agreed with this point.
"..." Ning Ziqi stood aside speechlessly, looking at the father and son, he could only sigh helplessly.
It seems that what she was worried about before has completely happened now.
Now it seems that it can be seen that the baby is somewhat similar to Beichen Shixi... I just hope that he will not have the same bad temper and weird personality as Beichen Shixi...
But he is only two years old now. Ning Ziqi believes that with her biological mother by her side, she should be able to change him over time, right?
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The father and son reached the same idea and started racing games.
In order to increase the difficulty, the little guy also moved some small toys and placed them in the middle of the road.
It looks quite similar to that.
Ning Ziqi sat on the carpet nearby, watching the father and son playing with a sense of enjoyment. Although she couldn't see clearly, she enjoyed this feeling very much... Unconsciously, her face showed satisfaction and happiness.
smile.
"Ning Ziqi, come here and start shouting!" Suddenly, Beichen Shixi called out Ning Ziqi's name.
"Ah?" Ning Ziqi suddenly came back to her senses and did not hear Beichen Shixi's words clearly.
"You be the referee!" Beichen Shixi said in a non-committal tone.
Although it is just a game with a two-year-old child, it must at least be decent. A referee is still needed.
"Me?" Ning Ziqi pointed to herself with some uncertainty, but she didn't understand this kind of racing game... She was a girl and had never been exposed to this kind of game when she was a child. She only watched boys play it.
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"Yeah!" Beichen Shixi pursed his lips and nodded, then urged again: "Hurry up!"
Ning Ziqi was a little helpless and wanted to refuse, but after taking a look at the little guy next to Beichen Shixi, she still nodded.
"All right."
In this way, Ning Ziqi has joined the game.
After Beichen Shixi and Baobao were both ready, she suddenly shouted: "Start!"
In an instant, two small racing cars, one red and one black, rushed out!
Beichen Shixi held the remote control expressionlessly and bypassed the obstacles with ease.
Beichen Shaoting seemed to be struggling. His slightly fleshy little face was full of seriousness. He carefully maneuvered the car around the toy obstacles.
By the time he was about to turn back, Beichen Shixi's car had already returned to the starting point.
Seeing this, Beichen Shaoting did not give up, but continued to control the car and came back.