But as soon as the front foot entered, Sun Liqing followed with the rear foot.
"Jiajia, can aunty come and help you blow dry your hair?"
Lin Jiayi is small. Although he is seven years old, his height is not much higher than the sink.
This time she did not refuse Sun Liqing's kindness. She obediently handed her the hair dryer and said in a soft voice, "I'll trouble Auntie."
Sun Liqing's eyebrows curved, her eyes softened a little, she reached out and took the hair dryer and stood behind her.
Warm air blew slowly from the hair dryer head, making a buzzing sound.
Inexplicably, the atmosphere between the two suddenly became quiet.
Sun Liqing didn't say anything, and just blew her hair quietly.
Lin Jiayi lowered his head, took the bracelet on the sink and put it on himself.
Sun Liqing saw it and asked casually: "Jiajia, what are you wearing on your wrist?"
Lin Jiayi didn't hide it, "Auntie, this is just a gadget I made myself. There's nothing strange about it."
"That's right."
Sun Liqing didn't delve into it. After all, what good could something made by a child be?
Soon, Lin Jiayi's hair was blown dry.
Sun Liqing took the wooden comb hanging on the wall and combed her hair into a low ponytail.
In the past, she would have styled her hair in many ways, but since she married into a wealthy family, she had left things like combing her hair to the servants.
Even Song Siqi's hair has never been combed, and she has long forgotten how to comb other hairstyles. Now she can only tie it into a ponytail.
Fortunately, the little girl didn't have too many requirements for her hairstyle. After she tied it up for herself, she said "Thank you, aunt" and went out.
As soon as Lin Jiayi came out, he pushed the chair and sat in front of the desk and opened the mahogany box on the table.
Sun Liqing stood at the door, looked at her, and asked, "Jiajia, is there anything you want to eat? I'll ask the chef at home to cook it for you."
Lin Jiayi didn't look up. She took out the parts from the mahogany box one by one and placed them on the table. She shook her head and said, "No, Auntie, I'm not picky about food. I can eat anything."
"Oh well."
When Sun Liqing left, the room fell into silence again.
Lin Jiayi sat at the desk for two hours without moving, not even going to the toilet.
Moreover, there was only one camera that could illuminate the desk, and it could only illuminate her back, not even her front.
If she hadn't been moving her hands all the time, the viewers in the live broadcast room would have wondered if the live broadcast room was stuck.
The problem is that despite such a boring scene, the popularity in the live broadcast room not only did not decrease, but actually increased.
Everyone is guessing what she is doing.
[Director! I strongly request to add a monitor next to the desk! I can only see Jiajia moving there, but I can’t see what she is doing!]
[My curiosity is also about to arouse! I really want to know what Jiajia is doing!]
[I seem to have seen some parts or something just now. Is she assembling something? A toy? 】
[She seems to be drawing something with a notebook and pen, ahhh! I’m really curious about what she is doing!]
But no matter how curious they are, they can't see what Lin Jiayi is doing.
After packing my things, the orange-red sunset poured into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Lin Jiayi moved two of the potted flowers to the balcony wall, and placed the other potted flower in the shade of the house, not forgetting to water it.
Because the three pots of flowers are still in the budding stage, no one in the live broadcast room knows what kind of flowers these three pots are, and one of the flower pots is larger.
As soon as he finished doing these things, there was a slight knock at the door of the room.
"Jiajia, are you there? You can go out to eat."
Standing at the door is Song Qinghe.
He just went back to the room a few hours ago and took a shower. Then he lay on the bed and watched his live broadcast room with his mobile phone. He clicked on the live broadcast room that was shining on him. When he saw the ridicule on the barrage, he was so angry that he wanted to go to the live broadcast room.
Turn it off directly.
But the next second his eyes were attracted by the live broadcast of Lin Jiayi.
It can be said that among the five split-screen live broadcasts in this live broadcast room, Lin Jiayi's live broadcast room is the most harmonious.
After watching the little guy sit motionless on the chair for two hours, he admired the kid's determination.
Aren't children at this age supposed to be their most naughty?
And if she was playing with her mobile phone or computer, it would be excused to sit for so long, but she didn't know what she was doing, and she could be so involved in it.
He actually wanted to come to her room just now to see what he was doing.
But Naihe saw the parrot in the cage hanging next to the desk from the live broadcast room, and this idea was immediately abandoned.
He didn't want to rush to get scolded.
Still getting scolded by a parrot.
It's so embarrassing.
"Coming!" There was a sound of trotting footsteps in the room.
The moment Lin Jiayi opened the door, Song Qinghe looked at the parrot again.
Song Qinghe: "..." It happened.
The next second.
"Failed! Failed! Failed!"
Red voices echoed in the quiet corridor.
Song Qinghe's face turned black with anger.
This stinky parrot!
The live broadcast room burst into laughter.
[Hahahaha! Song Qinghe’s self-esteem has been dealt a fatal blow by Honghong again. If you don’t study hard, Jiajia will let Honghong out and chase you and say you failed!]
[Hahahaha! Upstairs, your move is too damaging! But I like it!]
[This is really a kind of happiness that doesn’t matter whether Song Qinghe lives or lives! 】
Lin Jiayi also raised his head, blinked and looked at him and asked: "Brother, why does Honghong shout "failed" when she sees you? Is there anything you have failed in?"
Song Qinghe: "..." How do you want me to answer this...?
Should I directly answer that he scored 89 in math, 88 in English, 72 in Chinese, and 67 in comprehensive science in the college entrance examination?
Wouldn't that mean being executed in public in front of cameras?
Lying won't work. Who on the Internet doesn't know his test scores now?
I don’t know which Sha Qian Dao spread it.
But facing Lin Jiayi's clear eyes, somehow the lie seemed to be stuck in his throat and he couldn't come out.
In the end, his heart pounded, and he spoke with a look of death on his face: "Because brother... I got 89 in math and 88 in English in the college entrance examination."
This is the first time that he has acknowledged his college entrance examination scores in front of the public.
I originally thought that Lin Jiayi would stop there and stop asking.
As a result, I heard a little more doubt in her voice: "Brother, do you have a perfect score of 100 in math and English for the college entrance examination here?"
"What's the meaning?"
Song Qinghe's face suddenly froze.
Then Lin Jiayi looked at him seriously and said, "Otherwise, how could he only get such a small score?"