If May was a boy, Luo Jianfei would probably have yelled out loud.

But Wu Yue is a very good girl. Luo Jianfei: ...

“May, are you still writing?”

Wen Yan’s little head popped up.

May didn't even look up: "Still writing."

"Then take your time writing. I'm going to go play with my uncle first."

The words "little uncle" and "play" made May pause for a moment, and she looked up at Luo Jianfei.

Luo Jianfei: "You have to finish your homework first, so, May, can we write faster?"

"But the teacher said to do homework seriously."

"I'm not asking you to be unserious. I mean, can we speed up a little?"

May used her eyes to tell Luo Jianfei that she didn't understand.

How do you explain this?

Ah, teaching children is so frustrating!

Luo Jianfei was in a state of collapse, while Wen Yan had already run to her grandfather's house and started shouting, "Yi Yi, I'm coming!"

Song Xinglan: ...

He strode forward and picked up the child: "You have to call me little grandma."

"Coix."

"Little grandma."

"Yi Yi, Yi Yi, I miss you so much."

Wen Yan said sweetly and opened her arms for Qi Yunyi to hug her.

Under Song Xinglan's dark face, Qi Yunyi smiled and carried him over, but as soon as she carried him over, he struggled to get off the ground.

“I’m getting older and I’m going to get tired.”

So sensible and cute.

Qi Yunyi has a kind motherly face.

Fifteen looked up, with the same dark expression as his father.

Fifteen, who had the same dark face as his father, put down his toys and walked over, pulling the hem of Qi Yunyi's clothes.

"What's wrong?"

"Mom, you can hold me. I'm not big yet. I'm not heavy."

"Even though you haven't grown up yet, it will be tiring to hold you all the time."

Wen Yan looked as if she disagreed, which was quite unlike me. I only felt sorry for the taste of Job's tears.

Wen Yan, who was chatting and talking, was taken home by Song Xinglan.

Wen Yan sat on the sofa, sulking with her hands folded, and then complained to Song Mingzhu: "Mom, little grandpa is so mean, how could Yi Yi like him?"

Song Mingzhu: ...

She couldn't understand or answer the little kid's doubts.

She doesn't like her uncle, but likes you, a little brat?

You are a little brat, you have so many thoughts, just drink your milk.

Song Mingzhu stuffed him a box of warm milk and let him drink it slowly by himself.

After punishing Wen Yan, Song Xinglan and Fifteen looked at each other. The elder spoke first: "Next time you see someone like this, remember to separate him from your mother."

Fifteen nodded seriously and replied solemnly: "Yes!"

No one knew where Chuyi had gone. When he came back, he was holding a handful of grass in his hand and handed it to Qi Yunyi beautifully as if he were presenting a treasure.

Although it was just a handful of grass, it was also a gift for her precious daughter. Qi Yunyi took the grass, cut a few roses from the arched shape wrapped around the iron gate, and put them in the vase to make it look less monotonous.

While eating, Chuyi instructed Song Xinglan to put the vase on the dining table. He took a bite, looked at the vase, and swung his legs, looking very happy.

Fifteen no longer looked disdainful of Chuyi, but ate quietly.

He is also a man of few words. Before he was born, Wen Yan gave people the feeling of a smaller version of Song Xinglan, who made his father so jealous that one could smell the jealousy from a long distance away.

After Shiwu was born, he learned to walk and could eat by himself with a spoon. Compared with Song Xinglan, they looked like cut from the same mold.

Wen Yan, who was similar to him before, became more teasing.

The tea aroma in this tea is mainly reflected in Wen Yan's attempt to make Qi Yunyi think that he is better than his grandfather.

I don't know why he has this obsession.

Now, well, Wen Yan thinks Chuyi is about the same as Shiwu. The two look very similar, but Chuyi looks more like his mother, while Shiwu looks more like his father.

Giving birth to twin boys and girls, the daughter is a smaller version of Qi Yunyi and the son is a smaller version of Song Xinglan. Such luck is unparalleled.

Until the two grow up, it is difficult to tell the difference at first glance.

The kids are full of energy, but the adults just want to play games.

Qi Yunyi not only fought herself, but also dragged Song Xinglan along.

Qi Yunyi smiled and said, "Fifteen, do you want to go play with Sister Wuyue?"

"In no mood."

"You want to."

"Okay, I guess."

"Mom asked Auntie to take you there. When you get there, send a message to Mom. I love you."

"I love you, too, Mom."

Chuyi had already disappeared.

What are you doing at home after finishing your meal?

Watching ants moving is better than squatting at home.

Finished dealing with the kids.

Qi Yunyi smiled brightly at Song Xinglan. Song Xinglan looked back and smiled as well. Then he leaned over to kiss her, but she grabbed his hand and said, "Hurry up, now that there are no beasts in the way, I'll show you my big baby."

Song Xinglan hummed and continued to kiss her.

Qi Yunyi returned a kiss, pulled him to the game room, then turned on the computer and clicked on the game icon.

Song Xinglan:?

He snorted and hugged her: "You sent your daughter and son away just to play games with me?"

"Children who are exposed to games too early tend to become addicted. I'm different. I'm an adult and I have strong self-control. So, stars, I've lost a lot of stars and can't get them back. Can you help me?"

"Strong enough self-control?"

"Stars~~"

Acting coquettishly, she pulled his hand and shook it.

Song Xinglan couldn't resist for long and soon chose to compromise.

Not only did he lead her to play, he also found a group of great guys to play with her.

"Who is it?"

"Esports player, professional."

Qi Yunyi was muttering beside her, shouldn't the e-sports professional players club let Song Xinglan make separate arrangements?

Qi Yunyi doesn't pay much attention to things usually. Her only hobby is playing games. However, she is not that devoted to it. She has some skills, but not much.

My daily routine when playing games is to get so angry that I go to Song Xinglan and act like a spoiled brat, saying, "I can't play this crappy game anymore. Xingxing, take me with you!"

After playing for two hours, Qi Yunyi could already hear Chuyi's loud voice calling for his mother. She regretfully ended her happy victory.

After turning off the game, she turned around and gave Xingxing a deep kiss.