MTL - The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss-Chapter 16 Don't touch porcelain!

   Chapter 16 Don't touch porcelain!

  Tang Jin slept for more than an hour this afternoon.

   When he woke up, his small body was still shrunk in Tang Chuang's arms, his fleshy hands rubbed his cat pupils, and a puff of puffs on his small face slept softly, and yawned softly.

  Tang Chuang was leaning on the head of the bed, and the computer was placed on the small table next to him. At this moment, he was protecting Tang Jin with one hand and operating the computer with the other hand. His eyes were lowered and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed.

   There was no one else around, so it was very quiet.

  Little Nanny rolled over lazily in his arms, sticking out her little head.

   "Where's Grandpa?"

   Tang Chuang looked down and pinched Tang Jin's cheek.

   "The elevator your second aunt took fell from the third floor and fell into a coma. Your grandfather went over there."

   Xiao Nian reacted and blinked her eyes, "So it is."

   "Why is that so? What did our little fairy say before?"

  Tang Chuang looked at her half-slow reaction, and pinched other people's small faces, funny.

   He didn't wait to help her vent his anger, but the result was so good that she fell into a coma.

  Little Nanny is currently struggling with sleepiness, and someone pinches her face. In the end, she simply loses her strength and presses it on his big hand, her milk whirring.

"I can see that her face is stained with bad luck, the Buddha's face she wears is wrong, her eyebrows are twisted and kind, and she is about to have an accident. When she sits on a high stool, her feet are off the ground, and the bad luck is even worse. This is because her feet are off the ground. There will be surprises when going high, and there is a very crucial point.”

   The little dumpling felt uncomfortable in this position for a while, and stretched out his hand to hug him, and only then spoke when he successfully hugged his father's neck.

   "I told my father before today that the second aunt's niece has a strange life and will let the people around her give her a stepping stone. The appearance of the second aunt is a loss of money and money."

   This kind of remarks are confusing to laymen, let alone the milky voice of the person who said it. He is a five-year-old cub, and it doesn't seem to be much convincing.

  Tang Chuang could only feel the little head rubbing against his neck, obviously trying to drive Drowsiness away, he hugged the person and thoughtfully.

Wei Meng is doing business with her two younger brothers from her parents' family. If something happens to her, his second brother will not get involved in the Wei family's company. Even if there is a Tang Yan who has just grown up, who will really benefit the most? It goes without saying.

   "But it doesn't matter, as long as you don't get dizzy and listen to what people have to say, it can be resolved, so Dad can always trust Jinjin."

   The sleepy little milk dumpling hugged Dad's neck tightly, raised his chin with all his might, and his milk hummed.

  Tang Chuang lowered his head and rubbed the stubble of his chin against her soft face.

ah! Stinky dad!

  Look at the bite!

   "Hey—it's just a five-year-old kid, see what you can do."

  —

   is still in the middle of summer.

  The outside of the hospital is dark green.

  Tang Micheng was wearing a short-sleeved sweater and trousers, and there was a bruise on his chubby arm.

   On this side of the hospital corridor, the sun does not come in.

   He lowered his head and listened to the doctor's exchange and conversation.

   "Chengcheng? Won't you wait in the ward with your brother?"

  The old man came out from the doctor, and the housekeeper followed behind.

  Wei Yihan and Tang Yan were in the ward, probably having a tantrum with their mother. Tang Micheng had been stubbornly sitting on the bench in the corridor from the beginning. Hearing Grandpa's words, he just raised his head and glanced at the old man.

He didn't cry, but his eyes were red, and his lips were tightly pressed, he stood up all of a sudden, "I don't even look at her, I just know how to compare me with my brother, or compare me with my classmates, and no one will believe me. , I'll go outside for a walk in the garden to get some air, don't come to me."

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The    person ran away, and the butler followed two steps subconsciously, with a worried tone.

   "Master?"

At this time, a small milk dumpling jumped down from the stairs. When he noticed this, he blinked his big cat eyes, waved at them, and ran down. The nurse fell far behind him. not close.

   Even if someone is watching, the old man is not happy, "Look at this dad, hurry up, write it down for him, and when you get home, see what this **** can get me to **** the baby."

  ***

   The fat boy was like a flower wilted by the rain, sitting down on the stone bench in the hospital courtyard.

   The game was on on the phone, the music was playing, and the news of the previous 'brothers' kept coming in, but he didn't care.

  The sun is blocked by clouds.

  The dryness and heat dissipated, and there was a small wind blowing on the face, ushering in a brief coolness.

   There were footsteps behind him.

   As the leaves rustled and rustled, there was no one around.

   The experience of the previous night has become a psychological shadow, and 80% of it will be a childhood shadow in the future.

   So Tang Micheng, who was already angry, froze and didn't dare to look back.

   Until he was tapped on the shoulder, he fell softly to the ground.

   "No, don't come here QAQ"

  Tang Jin was taken aback by him.

   "You, don't touch the porcelain, you haven't done anything today."

  Tang Micheng raised his head.

  The gust of wind had already blown the thick clouds away from the sun, and the bright light had fallen. He had just woken up from a nap, and the pink and tender cub with a small face sleeping was standing behind him, his hands on his waist and his cheeks puffed out.

  Tang Micheng patted his chest, coughed lightly, and said, "You scared me to death, can you stop approaching from behind suddenly?"

   "I heard it today. If my brother hadn't sent a message to the second aunt, the second aunt might have fallen from the elevator on the sixth and seventh floors."

  Little milk cub propped up behind the stone bench with one hand, turned over neatly and sat down, his two short legs swayed back and forth, and stretched out his hand to him.

   "Today I think the fat ones are pretty cute too."

   That milky voice is sweet and sweet, and inside is a little devil with a soft smile.

   Tang Micheng's emotions that he finally suppressed came up again, and the circles around his eyes were red little by little.

  What cuteness-

Can    boys be described as cute?

   He reached out and grabbed Tang Jin's hand angrily, and the next moment he reached out and hugged the little cub.

"you all are…"

  The boy's voice choked up, "I hate it... I'm scared to death..."

   Xiao Nian also breathed a sigh of relief today.

   Feng Shui metaphysicists are actually used to seeing joys and sorrows, and their emotions are ups and downs.

   But this is Jinjin's family.

  Family is different.

  Tang Jin raised his head again, looked at Brother No. 2, who was standing not far away, looking over here, and sighed softly.

  Tang Yan had already walked up to the two of them.

   "Mom was afraid that you would go astray, so she didn't say anything. She didn't mean that."

  Tang Yan said and squatted down.

   "After all, feng shui metaphysics or something, just ask for peace of mind, but you can't really believe it, right? This kind of thing is probably a coincidence. I'm going to kindergarten today. If you learn it, don't..."

"Obviously you are right today, but you are wrong!" Tang Micheng turned his head sharply and interrupted him, "You all still listen to Wei Yihan, just because she helped you when you were young, you trust unconditionally. She doesn't believe me at all!"

  Tang Yan was here to ease the Cold War, so his brows sank slightly after hearing this.

   "That's your cousin, how did you talk?"

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   (end of this chapter)