The villain of Transmigration is reborn

Chapter 443 Bamboo Horse He Is A Crazy Man (4)

After eating, Gu Yiyi started to do homework on her small desk.

Today is the fourth day of school, and the first three days were used to familiarize myself with the class and classmates, and I just started class today.

It is different from the homework left in nursery schools and interest classes.

The primary school questions are obviously more difficult.

Especially on the first day of the lecture today, the teacher made the homework a bit difficult in order to test everyone's approximate grades.

Gu Yiyi bit the tip of the pencil, and struggled to write down the calculation on the draft pad.

But the answer and the result she calculated were not right.

She wants to ask her mother for help, but her mother should be busy washing the dishes now, and her father is used to going out for a walk to digest food after eating.

Gu Yiyi heard what Qi Xie said again.

After hesitating for a while, she picked up the exercise book and ran out of the room, "Mom, help me to read this question."

Mother Gu asked, "Where?"

She pointed it out, and Mother Gu smiled: "You forgot the conversion unit for this question, one meter equals one hundred centimeters."

Gu Yiyi's eyes lit up, and she was so sweet: "Thank you, Mom."

This time the teacher left very little homework, only four or five questions, and Gu Yiyi finished it quickly.

She lay down on the table and peeled a strawberry candy for herself. When she was thinking wildly, she thought of Qi Xie who was going to be a guest later.

She felt that Qi Xie was sick since she was a child.

Although Uncle Qi later told her that Qi Xie was really sick, mania and paranoia, I hope she can take care of Qi Xie more.

The two are actually not neighbors, Qi Xie only moved across from her house three years ago.

At that time, she was just playing football downstairs, but she was suddenly grabbed by a beautiful little boy. He followed her wherever she went.

Even though Gu's parents rushed over and asked patiently, the boy just stared at Gu Yiyi with a pair of black and beautiful eyes, didn't say anything, and wouldn't let go.

At that time, she was raised by her parents.

What kind of human traffickers, monsters who eat children... Gu Yiyi thought that this beautiful child must have been trafficked, otherwise why would she be so "scared" that she wouldn't let go?

He took Qi Xie home.

Later, when Uncle Qi found her house in a state of distress, Gu Yiyi found out that it was Qi Xie who sneaked out of the car by himself.

At that time, Uncle Qi quickly thanked him and wanted to take Qi Xie away, but he just grabbed Gu Yiyi's arm tightly, making him anxious, his voice was hoarse like an irritable cub after being robbed of a toy: "Get out!"

But Uncle Qi was stunned.

Later, Gu Yiyi found out that since Qi Xie's mother passed away, he never said a word.

It is precisely because of this somewhat tragic explanation that even though Gu Yiyi doesn't like Qi Xie very much, she still takes care of him dutifully, giving up the little friends who came to play with her, and only playing with Qi Xie who is alone.

If Qi Xie hadn't gone too far later, Gu Yiyi wouldn't have been able to hold back.

Just as she was lying on the table, boringly drawing small circles with the draft paper, the door was pushed open.

Gu Yiyi didn't look back.

Among the people she knew, there was only one person who entered her room without knocking.

"Are there any questions you don't know?"

Qi Xie closed the door, put the milk in his hand next to the little girl, frowned and said: "Get up, lying on your stomach is not good for your neck."

It may be that he has been a pampered young master since he was a child, and Qi Xie's tone of voice is always unconsciously commanding.

It was obviously a good thing for her, but when it came out of his mouth, people couldn't think of thanking her.

The little girl's pen tip almost tore through the paper, but she didn't raise her head.

His tone sank again: "Gu Yiyi!"

Gu Yiyi simply turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

(End of this chapter)