Cen Yue frowned slightly and was about to reach out his hand when he was blocked by Song Yiyi.
She smiled and asked, "How old is he?"
"She doesn't look more than two years old."
Cen Yue looked puzzled: "He doesn't talk much and doesn't even say hello. It's rude."
He had seen the boy several times.
He always feels a little...stupid.
Song Yiyi curled her lips slightly, "Don't you know? Boys usually start talking late, but he can understand what you are saying, so he probably just doesn't want to pay attention to you."
Cen Yue said in a calm tone, "I've never taken care of a child."
He looked at her with a teasing look.
Song Yiyi: “…”
She really brought it.
Think about it, it's quiet and you can play it by yourself without any adult supervision.
Song Yiyi and Cen Yue can just watch from the side.
Thinking of the little boy lying on the edge of the flower bed and playing, Song Yiyi walked over and measured his height with her hand.
Cen Yue looked on and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Yiyi smiled and said, "Is he really less than two years old? How come he is so tall?"
I don't remember a two-year-old child, but I never imagined him to be this tall.
Cen Yue sat lazily, not looking like a soldier at all. His posture and tone were relaxed: "His parents are both tall."
Bi Ying is much taller than Song Yiyi, and looks to be about 1.7 meters tall.
At this age when the average person is not tall.
Bi Ying stood out in the crowd.
Song Yiyi always felt that Cen Yue's words had a hidden meaning. "I don't think I'm short, it's you who are too tall. I'm so cute, you're all zebras and giraffes!"
The corners of Cen Yue's lips curved up in an arc with an ambiguous meaning.
Song Yiyi's defense immediately broke down, "What are you laughing at!"
Before Cen Yue could say anything, a thin voice rang out from the side: "What are you laughing at?"
Song Yiyi turned her head.
She blinked and asked Cen Yue, "Who's talking?"
Cen Yue was in a lazy posture. He raised his eyelids to look at the person playing beside him and think about it.
Song Yiyi: “…”
She leaned closer and heard another soft voice: "What are you laughing at!"
Xiang Xiang glanced at Song Yiyi and smiled at her shyly.
It's time for special recruitment.
Cen Yue hugged Xiang Xiang, and the three of them walked towards the place together.
On the road, I think of repeating the phrase to everyone I meet: "What are you laughing at?"
Passersby were inexplicably attacked.
Song Yiyi wished she could become a coward.
She reasoned with Xiangxiang, "Xiangxiang, you can't say this. Listen to your aunt. Let's forget it, okay?"
Thinking about it, he gave her another shy and cute smile.
This kid is fair and handsome, who would have thought that he likes to learn such strange words.
Song Yiyi was really at a loss, so she poked Cen Yue's waist and said, "Hurry up and talk to him, and tell him to stop shouting."
When she said this, she thought about hugging Cen Yue's neck and saying to the passers-by: "What are you laughing at!"
Before the passerby could ask why, he was scolded as soon as he smiled.
I didn't know what expression to make for a moment.
Song Yiyi really wanted to cover her face and hide underground.
You really shouldn't swear in front of children!
She wanted to slap herself if she had said anything useful.
After Cen Yue explained it to Xiangxiang seriously, Xiangxiang stopped shouting and obediently sat in the audience seats.
Special recruitment is not open to the public.
Song Yiyi and Cen Yue are related, so they are not allowed to come in and watch, and they can drink free soda.
Before the official start.
Someone else came in.
Song Yiyi and Cen Yue met each other and found that they were familiar faces.
She doesn't care.
A hint of displeasure flashed across Cen Yue's eyes.
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