Qinglong and the two little guys had to sit down by themselves.
This sitting position is a bit subtle again.
Xiaotuanzi sits in the middle, Qinglong sits on the left, and Jun Buli sits on the right.
The two people happened to be facing each other.
After Qinglong sat down, he stared straight at Jun Buli, as if he wanted to study a flower on his face.
Jun Buli held Gungun in his arms and stroked his fur with his little hands.
He didn't care at first, but he couldn't resist Qinglong's peeking at him so blatantly that the little guy pursed his lips and suddenly raised his head.
There are two people, one big and one small, looking at each other, big eyes staring at small eyes.
Qinglong: "..."
Jun Buli: "..."
No one spoke, and there was an inexplicable air of stalemate.
Xiaotuanzi held up his face and asked with a smile: "Who are you playing as a wooden man?"
"..." Qinglong coughed dryly, "Your name is Jun Buli?"
"Yes." Jun Buli replied calmly.
"How old are you this year?"
"Five years old."
"How did you, Luo Luo, and Xiao Mo meet?"
"..." Jun Buli looked up at him, his big purple eyes becoming a little cold for some reason, as if to say, what does this have to do with you?
The corners of Qinglong's lips curled up, and he joked: "You call Luoluo mother, do you know what you should call me?"
Jun Buli pursed his lips.
"I am your...well, your mother's eldest brother."
Qinglong reached out and rubbed the head of Xiaotuanzi who was watching the show, and then said: "His uncle, what do you think you should call me?"
Jun Buli suddenly uttered two words coldly: "No."
"What's not?" Qinglong didn't understand.
"I don't recognize my mother."
Jun Buli pursed his lips unhappily: "That's my mother."
"..." Oh, it's starting again.
Xiaotuanzi patted his forehead speechlessly, no longer too lazy to argue.
Qinglong still didn't understand this joke and looked at Jun Buli inexplicably: "You weren't born in Luo Luo, how come she became your mother?"
"She is!"
"You little guy, why are you still claiming to be your mother? She has never given birth to you, and she has not officially married your father, so why did she become your mother in advance?"
Qinglong only found it funny and teased: "Do you know how to write the word mother?"
"She is!"
Jun Buli blushed angrily and glared at him fiercely.
Not only was Qinglong not angry, but he laughed and looked sideways at Xiaotuanzi: "Is this how he usually gets angry?"
Xiaotuanzi thought for a while, then leaned over and whispered: "As long as you don't argue with him about your mother, he won't be angry with you."
Qinglong raised his eyebrows: "He really likes your mother so much?"
"What do you think?" Xiaotuanzi curled his lips.
Qinglong glanced at Jun Buli, who was holding Gungun and sulking, and felt a little complicated: "Why? Your mother is very good to him?"
"More than that, my mother treats him better than she treats me..."
Xiaotuanzi’s tone was sour.
Qinglong laughed, stretched out his hand to pinch his face, and said firmly: "Impossible, Luoluo must be the one who hurts the most!"
In Yunluo's heart, no one can surpass Xiaotuanzi's status.
Xiaotuanzi felt sweet in his heart, his big eyes curled up, and he added: "I heard my mother say that when she first met Bujue, she saved his life. Maybe it was because of this that he took the right look.
Mom is married."
"That's it." Qinglong nodded thoughtfully.
He looked at Xiaotuanzi who was close at hand, and then looked at Jun Buli opposite, his eyes deepened.