Facing the little guy's clear and innocent eyes, Yun Luo couldn't help but hesitate: "Uh..."
How can she explain this?
"Wow, why are you so stupid? You don't even know how to drag oil bottles?" The young man exclaimed exaggeratedly, with a hint of contempt in his beautiful cat eyes.
Chi Guoguo’s provocation.
Jun Buli suppressed his expression and said unconvinced: "I just haven't heard of this word!"
"So you are stupid. My sister's biological son Xiao Mo is as old as you. He told me this word." The young man said proudly.
Yun Luo silently felt ashamed. Is this something to be proud of?
What is there to be proud of?
Jun Buli is a child himself, and the boy himself is also a child at heart. The two of them have conflicts at first, and they get into a fight when they disagree. It's full of childish conflicts of temperament.
Jun Buli held his breath and said, "I'm not stupid!"
The young man looked at him arrogantly, "Then what do you mean the oil bottle is?"
Jun Buli: "..."
So angry!
He turned around and looked at Yunluo as if asking for help.
Before he could speak, the young man interrupted: "If you're not stupid, just think for yourself. What's the point of asking others?"
Yun Luo said angrily: "Xiao Bai, you're almost done, enough is enough."
Let’s not mention that dragging oil bottle is not a good word.
Even if it is, he knows that the little guy doesn't understand, but he deliberately lets him think for himself.
Isn’t this obviously embarrassing people?
The young man pouted. His fair and delicate baby face was very cute. Even if he was making things difficult for others, he would not make people angry: "Okay, sister, don't be angry. I was just joking with him. Who asked him to hit me before?"
of."
Jun Buli's coquettish skills were not as strong as his own. He felt suffocated and his face was stern. He clutched Yun Luo's sleeves and stared at the young man with a somewhat wary and guarded look.
Shameless!
At such an old age, you are still acting like a spoiled child with your mother!
The mother is his and Xiaomo’s.
Don't let him steal it!
Jun Buli has big, round eyes, a very cold expression, and very active mental activity.
"Why are you staring at me? I didn't talk to you."
The young man was keenly aware of his unkind gaze and rolled his eyes, his expression changing as quickly as turning the page in a book.
Jun Buli ignored him, raised his little head, and asked Yun Luo in a sweet voice: "Mother, is he your brother?"
Yun Luo touched his little head: "Well, you can say that. His name is Bai Hu. He is sixteen years old this year. You can call him..."
"Uncle!"
The young man quickly picked up the words and his eyes lit up with excitement: "If you are my sister's son, you should call me uncle. Be good and call me uncle~"
The young man's face showed an expression of expectation and excitement.
He has been waiting for this "uncle" for four or five years, but he has not been able to do so.
That little bastard Yun Xiaomo used to like to fight against him when we were in the building.
To everyone else, he always calls him "uncle", but when he comes here, he immediately becomes an elder brother, and he is so eloquent that he refuses to call him uncle no matter what.
That’s what a depressed boy is.
Is it his fault that he looks tender?
He is obviously eleven years older than Yun Xiaomo, why is he called uncle?
My brother is so unpleasant.
It sounds like he has become another son of his sister, as if he is a generation shorter than the others.
He doesn’t want it!
Now, my sister has another son. Although he is a little oil bottle picked up for free, he seems to be much easier to fool than Yun Xiaomo. You should call him uncle, right?