Substitute for the little ancestor

Four years later, it was late at night in Huaguo.

Ruan Tong walked on the street in flip flops.

Holding a mung bean cake in his hand.

A few years have passed, and she still keeps those habits before marriage.

Si Chenmo followed behind with Yi'er in his arms.

From time to time, there were a few words of children calling for their mothers.

"What date are you coming today?"

Ruan Tong turned around and asked Si Chenmo.

"Number eight."

"Ma Ma has a really bad memory. The baby just celebrated her birthday yesterday, so you forgot about it."

Si Chenmo laughed: "Mom is tired, Yi'er needs to be considerate of mother."

Yi'er stuck out her tongue: "Daddy always defends mom. Being a baby is an idiot. I don't know how Mama is happy at home these past few years."

Ruan Tong almost spit out while eating mung bean cake.

"Yi'er, is Mama just so idle in your eyes?"

Yi'er nodded confidently, and she held her head high: "Of course, Yi'er is six years old, not a three-year-old."

After finishing speaking, Si Chenmo sneered.

With Ruan Tong's gaze, Si Chenmo restrained his smile.

"We haven't seen each other for a few months, but the strictness of the Chief Si's wife is still the same as before."

It was Ji Ziyang's voice.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Ji Ziyang's teasing smile.

"Little Xiaoyang!?"

Ruan Tong's eyes were attracted by the handsome doll in Ji Ziyang's arms.

"Give Auntie Ruan a hug, I miss you so much if we don't see each other for a few days."

"Hello, Aunt Ruan."

Ji Xuanle greeted politely.

"The brat's face changed very quickly, he just happened to be smiling, and when he saw Yi'er, he immediately restrained himself."

Si Chenmo put down Yi'er.

"Yi'er, say hello to your Uncle Ji, and Lele."

Yi'er arrogantly turned her head aside: "No."

Noticing Yier's little mood, Ruan Tong put down Ji Xuanle.

Ji Xuanle patted Ruan Tong's shoulder like a little adult: "Aunt Ruan, Lele knows, go and comfort Xiaoyi."

Ji Ziyang hugged Ji Xuanle again.

"You brat knows more about the world than your father."

"A little bit."

Si Moyi is a well-known jealous little princess.

Especially for Ruan Tong, the other children didn't like it at all.

What's more, the other party is Ji Xuanle, this glib guy!

Ruan Tong went to hug Si Moyi, but she trotted away.

"Dad, let's go home."

Wan Shuhe came out from behind Shangchao, carrying two big bags in his hands.

"Hey, are you all there?"

"Aunt Wan!"

Si Moyi still likes Wan Shuhe very much, as soon as she sees Wan Shuhe's face, she can't wait to stick to it.

"Yi'er, don't you want your mother?"

"Cut~"

Taking small, arrogant steps, she turned to Wan Shuhe, and carefully took Wan Shuhe's hand.

"Aunt Wan smells so sweet, Yi'er likes it~"

Wan Shuhe laughed.

"The little girl grew up and became more and more able to talk."

Said Si Moyi pestered Wan Shuhe for a hug.

"Finally met once, happy to go tonight?"

Ji Ziyang suggested.

Wan Shuhe looked at him: "Where are you going happy?"

"Come to our house, the newly built pond, the children can play happily."

"Sure! I'm going to visit Mr. Si's house. I heard that the project cost more than several hundred million yuan. With such a luxurious decoration at home, I am worthy of my famous Mr. Si."

Ji Ziyang's rainbow farts became more and more comfortable.

Six people and two supercars, driving on the night streets of the capital, became a beautiful landscape.

"Junyao seems to be quite busy recently, I'll make a call and ask."

Ruan Tong muttered in a low voice.

When Si Moyi heard this, she hurried forward.

"A beautiful aunt?"

Ruan Tong raised his eyebrows: "Why do you have to put the word "beautiful" on Aunt Bai?"

"Isn't mom beautiful?"

Si Moyi thought about it seriously. "Mom is beautiful, and Aunt Bai is also beautiful. Yier likes Aunt Bai's Princess Butterfly~'"

With a glimmer of hope, I called the past, but the result also lived up to expectations.

Putting down the phone, the smile on Ruan Tong's face changed.

Si Chenmo didn't say anything, he could tell the general idea at a glance.

"So how many people have dinner tonight?"

"Eight."

"Eight?"

"Aoki, and Ziming."

Hearing the word Zi Ming, Si Moyi cheered happily.

She clapped her hands.

"Mom, Yi'er, heard right? Brother Ziming is coming!"

Zi Ming, the son of Aoki and Bai Junyao, is a young boy with elegant style and refined manners.

It is in contrast to Ji Xuanle's sunny and troublesome personality.

Ruan Tong stroked Si Moyi's hair: "Yes, your elder brother Zi Ming is coming."

Si Moyi hugged Ruan Tong happily, not knowing what to do with excitement, she rubbed against Ruan Tong's arms.

"I like brother Ziming so much?"

Si Moyi nodded shyly.

"What about Lele?"

"He, naive~"

Si Moyi's voice was drawn out, with a hint of disgust in her childishness.

Ruan Tong laughed out loud: "Baby, did you forget that you have to be called Brother Lele!"

"Oh no! Just one year older than Yi'er, we are still in the same class, Yi'er should not be called brother."

The phone rang suddenly, and Ruan Tong gently pushed Si Moyi away.

It's Bai Junyao's call.

"Tongtong, I'm so envious, you guys are going to have fun tonight."

She let out a long sigh.

"Zi Ming just came back from participating in a competition abroad, and I haven't seen Yi Baobao for a long time. I don't know if I will be happy to meet you this time."

Ruan Tong hissed, and she put the microphone close to the microphone of the phone.

"Xiao Dianyin, my little Buddha is here. Let her hear it, and she will be narcissistic for a while."

As he spoke, the power to pull the hem of the clothes with his small hands came from below.

"Mom, you are whispering to the beautiful aunt, and Yi'er has to listen."

Mysteriously hung up the phone.

Ruan Tong coughed twice, and she looked at Si Moyi with a frustrated expression.

"Baby, your elder brother Ziming can't come."

Si Moyi was stunned for two seconds, looking at Ruan Tong with blank eyes.

"All liars are liars! Yier doesn't want to talk to brother Ziming anymore, hmph!"

Talking about two small arms and one ring, he looks like a little adult.

Then the sound of brakes sounded.

Si Chenmo opened the car door to hug Si Moyi, and found that the little lover in his arms had a face.

That face was as high as 90.00% similar to Ruan Tong.

Si Chenmo suddenly felt distressed.

"Yi'er is not angry, mom is joking with you."

But the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, Si Moyi buried her head on Si Chenmo's shoulder, and sobbed secretly.

Ruan Tong followed behind, no matter what he said, Si Moyi just didn't look up.

There was another brake sound, and Si Moyi raised her head sharply.

Ji Xuanle got out of the car.

"Xiao Yi'er, you brother Le are here!"

Before anyone sees it, the sound spreads first.

Si Moyi snorted in disgust.

Si Chenmo put her down, and Si Moyi Shicheng's small body ran forward.

Opening the door, Ji Xuanle stood in front of her.

"Baby Xiaoyi, is he handsome?"