puff...
Gu Ziling almost burst out laughing, looking at the little one in her arms: "Where did you get that conclusion?" she asked.
"On TV!"
That's how it's always portrayed on TV.
Holy crap! A TV?
Damn it....
Minister Gu almost couldn't help but swear, but since the target was his nephew, he held back.
"Ugh, stop watching those mindless TV shows, you know?"
He secretly wondered if he should find some time to discuss with his older brother and sister-in-law about giving the boy more homework in the future.
Little did the little guy know that he would watch far less TV in the future than he does now.
"Hmm, Second Uncle, do you have it or not?"
Gu Ziling raised an eyebrow: "What is it?" She really didn't understand what this kid meant for a moment.
Immediately, the little man looked at Gu Ziling with an expression that said, "Are you suffering from Alzheimer's?" Then, he sighed and said in a condescending tone:
"Of course it's -- keeping a mistress in a golden house!"
Depend on.
Gu Ziling couldn't hold back any longer and pinched the little guy's butt:
"You little brat, if you keep spouting nonsense, your little butt is really in danger!" he threatened fiercely.
Tuanzi sniffed, her little hand still touching the spot where she had been pinched:
"Second Uncle, you must be angry because you're embarrassed, right?"
Hmph, definitely!
Otherwise, why would you pinch someone's little bottom?
The commotion between the uncle and nephew grew increasingly louder, naturally attracting the attention of everyone in the living room. The old man spoke up and asked:
"Xiaoling, you two, what are you doing there?"
Upon hearing the old man's voice, the little one in my arms became restless, fidgeting and trying to go and complain to the old man.
How could Gu Ziling not understand what the little person in her arms was thinking? A smile appeared on her face, but she gripped the little person even tighter, making it impossible for the little person to move again.
Want to file a complaint?
No way!
Forehead...
The little boy was exhausted and sweating profusely, his face flushed red. He probably knew there was no hope of resistance, so he quietly quieted down.
Let's catch our breath first; aerial maneuvers really require physical strength!
"Grandpa, we were just joking."
Upon hearing Gu Ziling's words, the scoundrel chuckled inwardly.
You big liar!
My second uncle is a big liar!
He lied to his second grandmother before, and now he's lying to his great-grandfather!
But I can't complain about it now... Ugh, this is so frustrating!
Ye Wanying and Commander Gao and his wife were not in the living room; they had gone upstairs to the study with Commander Gu earlier.
So now, even if the little guy wants to ask someone for help, he can't find anyone.
Gu Ziling, of course, saw the various struggles on the little man's face, and the corners of her mouth kept curving upwards with amusement:
Ha, little brat, Sun Wukong can't escape the Buddha's palm. You think you can outsmart your own uncle? You're still too green.
...
study.
Gu Beiwang's study is on the third floor, with excellent natural light.
On a rare sunny day in the dead of winter, the entire study was bathed in warm sunlight.
The couple sat to one side, with Commander Gu sitting opposite them.
"Chief, is there something you want to discuss?" Knowing there was no way the man beside her would speak, Yingying asked first.
Gu Beiwang nodded: "What are your thoughts on the old man's actions this morning?"
Forehead?
view?
Fortunately, once this question was raised, Commander Gao, who had remained silent from the beginning, spoke up:
"That was the old man's own decision; we just need to support him!"
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