"We scared you. Do your father and I look scary?" She stood up unhappily, stepping on Song Yi's shoulder.

Fang Jizong raised his head and subconsciously took two steps back. He stepped on the boiled egg and sat down on the ground.

"Isn't this scary? If you were a little heavier, you would have stepped on your father to death~"

He doesn't care whether his mother is close to him or not, but his father is close to him.

Fang Zongtang was so angry that he laughed.

"Do you think your father is an ant~" If he was so easy to be stepped on to death, she would have stepped on him many times ago.

Song Yi stood there motionless, and said to Fang Jizong with a tone of disdain: "Aren't you hungry? Why don't you go eat quickly?"

Fang Jizong: I'm worried about you~

Why does it seem like he's being driven away?

She jumped down from Song Yi's shoulders, pointed at the chicken leg that fell on the ground and said, "Pick it up, wash it and eat it, don't waste it."

Fang Jizong looked down at the chicken leg covered in dirt, his face full of expression saying, I won’t pick it up, I despise it, I won’t eat it!

Song Yi bent down to pick up the bowl, put the chicken legs in the bowl, walked up to his son, and stuffed the bowl into his arms.

"Listen to your mother and go quickly!"

Fang Jizong looked at his father in disbelief: I was so nice to you in vain~

Song Yi: "If you don't go, I'll throw you in front of Hongli's house!"

Fang Jizong held his rice bowl, climbed up a few times, and said to his father fiercely: "You are so cruel~"

Fang Zongtang was not happy with what he heard, and just as he turned around, Fang Jizong saw it and ran away in fear.

Song Yi: "Atang, let's continue?"

She was in no mood anymore. Instead of beating him, she might as well throw a punch herself!

As soon as I turned around, Song Yi rushed over.

She turned around immediately and snorted.

"If I don't beat you up, will you still feel bad?"

Song Yi smiled: "But you said you would teach me Kung Fu?"

She punched Song Yi's waist and hit him against the wall.

With a bang, it hammered into a small hole in the earth.

Song Yi didn't dare to say anything more and put all his energy into dodging.

He couldn't bear it by force, but since he was a child, his body flexibility has been trained.

Ordinary people don't even think about getting close to him.

Fang Zongtang kicked the wooden stake that had just been driven into the soil and it flew out with a clang.

Song Yi jumped onto the wooden stake nimbly and quickly dodged the waving hand.

With a clang, another wooden stake was kicked away.

Fang Jizong, who had been planning to secretly throw away the chicken leg, stared at the scene in amazement with a trembling heart.

Is his mother a human?

No wonder my father is so obedient~

If it were him, he would have already disappeared without a trace.

My mother said something that seemed to be correct.

My father is indeed a little braver than him~

Looking down at the chicken drumstick in the bowl, I washed it and ate it. It doesn’t seem to be poisonous enough to kill me.

In less than ten minutes, Song Yi found it increasingly difficult to hide.

He knew in his heart that Atang was not serious. If he was really serious, he would not be able to dodge a punch!

"Atang, I lost!" Song Yi quickly admitted defeat.

Fang Zongtang withdrew his hand, looked at him seriously and frowned.

“It’s a step backward!”

Song Yi unbuttoned his neck and then unbuttoned his wrists and put them up.

"I haven't practiced for a long time without you watching."

He said, resting his hands on the ground.

"Atang, do you want to look at the moon?"

She looked down and lay down happily.

"Twenty minutes!"

Song Yi's face was full of smiles: "Okay!"

She clasped her hands, lay on Song Yi's back, and looked up at the sky.

"Is there any movement over there, Lin Hao?"

Song Yi: "No, it should be soon."

She folded her hands, stopped talking, and closed her eyes to think.

Song Yi waited for a few seconds, and when he saw that she didn't speak, he was about to speak when he heard the person above him scolding: "Don't talk, I'm thinking about something!"