2054 Black History

"There is a little boy in your class who suddenly kissed you while he was doing handicrafts. You told us when you came back. When your brother heard about it, he was going to beat him up again. In the end we beat him up, and he finally That idea was dismissed."

Everyone: "..."

Shinancang is not easy either!

Shi Nancang: "..."

Can you not mention this dark history?

"It's more than that!" Du Yiqin said again, "When you were in junior high school, you were blocked in a very inconspicuous place next to the teaching building after school. In fact, they just wanted to ask you if you would like to be his girlfriend. As a result You were so scared that you called brother. Unexpectedly, your brother really went."

This is also because they all went to school in the Qi family's Jixia Academy from elementary school to junior high school.

Jixia Academy covers everything from elementary school to high school.

So even if Shi Nancang went to junior high school and Shi Xiaoya was still in elementary school, they were still in the same school.

"That child was directly scolded by your brother." Du Yiqin said, "And in high school—"

"Mom." Shi Xiaoya called out hastily.

After all, she will not be well tonight.

Now Han Zhuoling's eyes are already very unfriendly.

With Han Zhuoling watching coldly beside her, Shi Xiaoya was under a lot of pressure.

Du Yiqin understood in seconds, and said with a snicker: "Okay, okay, don't talk, don't talk."

"You see, her brother is so protective and has never made her suffer, so if someone dares to provoke her, she is very courageous." Du Yiqin said with a smile.

"That's good, that's good." The old lady couldn't help nodding her head in agreement, "We're outside, we just can't suffer!"

At this time, Xia Qingwei came back holding Wang Yijun's little dumpling who had just woken up.

Xiaotuanzi just woke up, not particularly sober yet, still spitting bubbles from his mouth.

But his eyes were already open, and he was watching curiously.

The old lady especially likes small dumplings.

As soon as Xia Qingwei came in, the old lady followed.

The old lady sat with Shi Xiaoya and the others because the banquet hadn't officially started yet.

This small banquet hall was originally able to place six tables and add a performance stage.

Since there were only the Wang family, the Han family and the poet family, four of them were removed and only two remained.

Wang Juhuai felt that it was inconvenient to sit and chat separately, who would sit with whom?

It's hard to arrange.

So, Sheng Yue simply bought another oversized table, which can seat forty people.

The turntable in the middle is electric and rotates slowly, so that when the dishes turn to your eyes, you can eat them.

In this way, everyone can chat at the same table and get closer.

At this moment, Xia Qingwei came back with Xiaotuanzi in his arms, and the old lady went back to her original place.

Sitting right next to Xia Qingwei, teasing Xiaotuanzi.

"Oh, the eyeballs are still rolling, what are you looking at?" the old lady asked with a smile.

Xiaotuanzi rolled his eyes, looking very curious.

Look at this, look at that.

Silly and curious appearance, but not everyone likes it.

Moreover, Xiaotuanzi has a habit of holding things.

He especially likes to hold fingers, as long as someone stretches out a finger, he immediately holds it.

Probably because he felt that his fingers were particularly easy to hold, and it happened to be able to be encircled by his short, fat little fingers.

Lu Man walked over and said, "Grandma, let me show you something fun."

"What's so fun?" The old lady hurriedly asked like an old urchin.