Shen Fangli dared to guarantee it, even though she was not very clear at the moment what the cultural horse that Yan Xianjue was referring to was.

But based on her understanding of Yan Xianjue, she could easily judge how much water was in Yan Xianjue's words.

At least as much as the Pacific Ocean.

Others are squeezing water out of a sponge, but Yan Xianjue's words probably mean putting a sponge in the water.

"So why do you say that?" Shen Fangli was still a little curious.

Yan Xianjue didn't find it strange that Shen Fangli didn't believe him at all.

Instead, he leaned back as a matter of course, with half of his body weight resting on Jinzi.

The horse, treated as a pillar, stood there motionless, obviously very familiar with its owner's lazy behavior.

Yan Xianjue casually lifted a strand of Shen Fangli's hair with his fingers: "Jinzi was very young when he was first brought home. My parents saw that I really liked him, so they kept him at home for a while. When he grew up and needed a bigger place to run, they moved him to the racecourse here."

"Then I would come back from kindergarten and teach Jinzi what the teacher had taught me."

"Our Jinzi has been to school!" Yan Xianjue said firmly.

"It's completely different from those stupid horses who have never been to school!" Shen Fangli: "..."

Shen Fangli: "Then your rounding is a bit too big."

Shen Fangli: "Besides, I was obviously talking about feeding Yuanbao some snacks, what does it have to do with gold."

Yan Xianjue looked at her as if she were an idiot: "Isn't this obvious?"

"Yuanbao inherited Jinzi's hair, strength, and elegance, and of course, his education as well!"

Shen Fangli choked.

Shen Fangli endured for a long time, but still couldn't help but refute: "No one inherits that kind of thing, okay! Not even a horse!"

"Wait." Shen Fangli suddenly realized that something was wrong.

This scene, how familiar it seems?

Isn't this similar to when she was a kid playing house with other kids?

It's the kind of house game where everyone takes turns being the teacher and the mother.

Her eyes gradually became strange, and she unconsciously sighed, "It turns out that there have been signs of your twisted thinking since you were a child."

Who in their right mind would think of giving a horse a lesson?

Yan Xianjue's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Why do I feel that what you said is not a good thing?"

Shen Fangli smiled calmly: "How could that be? I was saying that my boyfriend was so cute when he was a child. Do you have any photos? I want to see them."

How come there is no photo of Yan Xianjue?

There are the most photos of him as a child in his home.

Most of the photos of his brothers and sisters are of them standing on various podiums.

He was the only one who was dressed up in various ways by his mother and went to various playgrounds.

The painting style doesn't fit in with the photo albums in his home.

However, those photos were only taken when he was a child. When he grew up, he didn't like taking photos as much.

Come to think of it, he didn't know whether he liked it when he was a child. Anyway, even if he really resisted at that time, it would probably be useless.

In that case, it doesn't seem strange that he couldn't resist and just lay down on the ground, given his personality.

Moreover, he didn't think that this kind of photo was considered black history, and of course he didn't mind showing it to Shen Fangli.

But the tail of his eyebrows raised a little, revealing an expression that made Shen Fangli know at a glance that he was about to start doing something bad again.

Then she saw Yan Xianjue confidently reaching out his hand to her: "Benefits."

Shen Fangli: “…”

She just knew it.

She slapped her hand into his in annoyance and said angrily, "No."

"Eh? That's too much." Yan Xianjue said with a wrinkled nose.

Shen Fangli: "Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"

"No!" Yan Xianjue answered without hesitation and in a resounding voice.

Shen Fangli: “…”

There was one question that always puzzled Shen Fangli: "How did you survive to this age without being beaten to death?"

"Could it be that your family saw that you would be a troublemaker when you were little, so they made you learn martial arts?"

This time it was Yan Xianjue's turn to be speechless: "What kind of train of thought are you thinking?"

Shen Fangli: "I think that judging from the degree of complexity of your thinking process, you have no right to say anything good about me, right?"

"Ah?!" Shen Fangli exclaimed softly.

It turned out that when she was talking, Yan Xianjue grabbed the hand that she had slapped on his hand and pulled the person directly in front of him.

When Shen Fangli looked over, he nodded seriously and said, "Once you're in my arms, you're mine. I'm very satisfied with this benefit. I'll show you the photo album later."

Just as Shen Fangli clenched her fist and prepared to say something, Yan Xianjue quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, do you want to feed Yuanbao apples?"

Shen Fangli: “…”

Shen Fangli was once again distracted by Yan Xianjue's words to change the subject: "Didn't you just say that it wouldn't accept such small favors?"

Yan Xianjue argued cunningly, "How can my girlfriend feeding it apples be considered a small favor? It's just a friendly greeting when we first meet."

Shen Fangli was also speechless: "So the final right of interpretation belongs to you, right?"

She was surprised that she didn't get an answer from Yan Xianjue, and then she looked up and saw Yan Xianjue's eyes.

Shen Fangli: "No, classmate Xiaoyan, why are you really thinking about it?"

Yan Xianjue said in a deep voice: "Because it requires rigor!"

Shen Fangli: "...Look at your physics homework and say this again."

Yan Xianjue began to amend his previous sentence: "Physics homework is not included."

While the two of them were arguing, Yuanbao began to get impatient because he could already smell the aroma of apples.

He lowered his head and arched his arms towards the two of them.

"It's so enthusiastic!" Shen Fangli said in surprise.

Yan Xianjue: "Well... both mother and daughter are foodies, don't forget to feed them..."

Before Yan Xianjue could finish his words, Jinzi came over and skillfully squeezed Yuanbao away, and naturally bit off half of the apple from Shen Fangli's hand, which was frozen in mid-air.

"Yeah... that's it. Remember to keep it even."

Shen Fangli said sincerely: “Next time, let’s not warm up with this kind of talk. Can we get to the point quickly?”

"If you do this, I'll really suspect you did it on purpose."

Yan Xianjue looked innocent: "How could that be?"

Shen Fangli decisively looked away, not looking at the pair of eyes pretending to be obedient: "Give up, I won't be fooled again!"

Yan Xianjue laughed instead: "Then just look at me and say it."

Shen Fangli understood that this man was just relying on his obedience to commit crimes. How could he not know the power of his pretense of obedience? He knew it very well!