Su Qingjia roared angrily: "Daddy, you hit Bubu..."
Cecilio hurriedly explained: "Sweetheart, I'm sorry..." Before he finished his apology, Su Qingjia ran to Cecilio with his thick legs and snatched the doll from his hands.
"Bubu, does it hurt?" Su Qingjia blew on Bubu's furry face, glared at Cecilio, and left.
Cecilio stared at Su Qingjia's back, feeling helpless.
This girl is just like her mother, she dares to glare at him!
In this world, only these two women dared to touch him, but he didn't dare to fight back.
Su Qingjia quickly ran back to the room and stuffed the doll and his other precious toys into the suitcase.
Su Qingjia used all her strength, stuck her butt out, and walked out of the room pushing a small suitcase.
Cecilio glanced at her and felt amused.
Let’s see where she can go!
All the tough guys in the room just watched Su Qingjia run away from home, not daring to say a word.
Su Qingjia walked to the door, pushed the suitcase down the stairs, and walked down steadily.
Seeing this, Cecilio raised his eyebrows in surprise.
She's a smart and ruthless girl.
Picking up the suitcase again, Su Qingjia pushed it and continued walking.
Cecilio was so angry at Su Qingjia that he almost laughed. Staring at the chubby back of the little meatball, Cecilio asked in a deep voice, "Where are you going?"
Su Qingjia let go of the suitcase, turned around, and accused him with red eyes: "My mother said that men who slap girls are all scumbags!"
"Daddy, you're a scumbag!"
Su Qingjia, who was only two years old, could not speak clearly, and she called the scumbag "explosive man".
Being called a scumbag by his daughter and being ridiculed by his brother for being unhappy, Cecilio felt very aggrieved.
He explained to Su Qingjia: "Daddy doesn't hit people, and Daddy is not a scumbag. It's just a rag doll." Is it illegal to hit a rag doll?
"You're lying. Bubu is just a little girl. She wears a skirt. Mommy said that only girls who wear skirts are girls!"
Cecilio: "..."
"Then I'll apologize to your doll, okay?" This was Cecilio's bottom line.
Su Qingjia pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and said, "Then give me the bottle of Niu Niu and I'll forgive you."
Cecilio was even more speechless.
"OK."
The subordinate quickly got a bottle of buffalo milk, opened it and stuffed it into Su Qingjia's mouth. Su Qingjia drank the buffalo milk while crying and took Bubu out of the suitcase.
Su Qingjia held the bottle in one hand and Bubu in the other, and said to Cecilio, "Daddy, apologize to Sister Bubu quickly."
Cecilio, who had never known what an apology was, was in a very awkward position. He said in a deep voice, "Everyone, get out. I need to teach the young lady a lesson!"
"yes!"
All the subordinates were blocked, and Cecilio squatted down angrily, ready to teach Su Qingjia a lesson.
he...
He looked at Su Qingjia's sister Bubu tenderly and apologized in not very standard Chinese: "Little beautiful Bubu, Daddy didn't mean it. Daddy knows he was wrong. Bubu, can you forgive Daddy?"
Su Qingjia wiped her tears, burped, and then nodded, "Daddy, I forgive you."
Cecilio breathed a sigh of relief.
Damn Han Zhan!
"A-choo!"
Han Zhan, who was sitting in the reading room and reading a picture book with Han Jun, suddenly sneezed loudly.
Han Jun looked away from the picture book and stared at her father who suddenly sneezed. She grabbed Han Zhan's collar with her little hand and stood up.
Han Jun held Han Zhan's chin with one hand and used the other hand to pry open Han Zhan's mouth, wanting to see how he sneezed.
When Han Jun found that Han Zhan didn't sneeze, he slapped Han Zhan on the chin.
"ah!"
Sneeze at me!
Han Zhan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and sneezed very cooperatively. "A-choo!"
Han Jun was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
Snap——
"ah!"
Hit another one!
Han Zhan held Han Jun's hand and taught her seriously: "Daddy can sneeze again, but Junjun can't hit Daddy again."
Han Jun was confused, but he knew that he couldn't hit anyone.
Han Zhan sneezed again, making Han Jun laugh. Then he held her and continued reading. After finishing a series of picture books, Han Jun went to find her sister.
My sister likes to play with dolls, and Han Jun likes to play with building blocks.
The two sisters played until around nine o'clock and then went to sleep.
Han Zhan accompanied Song Ci to see a movie, and they both went to bed. The next day, Han Zhan took the chief designer of the spacecraft and his assistant to fly to Russia to inspect a batch of important parts. They would not be back for a week.
Song Fei was about to get married. One day, she found Song Ci and told her, "I heard that Yan Jiang prepared a program behind my back. It's a dance. Little idiot, do you think I should prepare a program too?"
Song Ci: "That's fine."
"Then shall I sing a song?"
Hearing this, Song Ci hurriedly said, "That's not necessary."
Song Fei's singing is really bad, she's out of tune, and most importantly, she's self-indulgent.
"So...you'll teach me to play the violin?"
"You can't learn it in a week." Being smart doesn't mean you can learn everything quickly. Song Fei is naturally sensitive to numbers and medicine, but when it comes to literature and art, she's an idiot.
"Then what should we do?" Song Fei said, "Didn't you do belly dancing at your wedding? How about I dance too?"
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