Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

Xin Miaomiao couldn't tell the difference between the two, but she was still a little disappointed, my brother doesn't eat fruit meow?She thought that if she liked to eat, her brother would also like it.

She looked down at the deformed fruit in the middle of her little paws, and bit her little mouth.

After thinking for a while, I still couldn't help but took out the small fruit and stuffed it into Xin Ziwen's palm: "Brother, eat meow, it's good to eat fruit after dinner."

Because the Xin family eats fruit after meals, Yang Rong usually tells her that, eat small fruits after meals, which are easy to absorb and digest, so she will tell Xin Ziwen about it now.

But she forgot that the fruit in her palm had been crushed by her, and when she stuffed it into Xin Ziwen's palm, a large amount of juice immediately flowed out, overflowing Xin Ziwen's palm, sticky and very uncomfortable. Comfortable.

Xin Ziwen's expression changed.

Xin Miaomiao didn't realize it yet, she was still happily asking him to eat the fruit, and asked him to taste it: "Brother, eat meow, eat meow."

Xin Ziwen shook off her hand, stood up, quickly stuffed the fruit into his mouth, and then looked down at her: "Okay, I'm done eating, you can go down."

After speaking, he smiled softly at her and closed the door.

"..." Xin Miaomiao.

He raised his head, and the few hairs on his small forehead swayed lonely, blinked his eyes, looked at the closed door, and lowered his little head in frustration.

Turned around and went downstairs.

Xin Miaomiao nestled into Yang Rong's arms, rubbing her small head against her neck.

"What's the matter? Didn't you send fruit to brother? Did brother eat it?" Yang Rong asked, feeling her daughter's sudden depression.

"En." Xin Miaomiao nodded her head, but did not speak, and even hid her little hands behind her back.

Xin Xiaotian was watching the news there, and didn't notice that something was wrong with her daughter. Yang Rong thought about it, picked up Xin Miaomiao, and said to Xin Xiaotian, "I'll take Miaomiao to take a bath first."

"Ah, good." Xin Xiaotian, who was watching the news vigorously, turned his head and took a look.

Yang Rong took Xin Miaomiao upstairs, and when she got upstairs, Yang Rong put her on the edge of the bed and sat down, and asked softly: "What's wrong with Miaomiao? Tell mom, is it my brother..."

"No meow, my brother has eaten fruit, and my brother wants to study."

"Well, do you still have any fruit in your hand? Give one to mom, okay?" Seeing that Xin Miaomiao kept hiding her little hands behind her back again and again, Yang Rong said deliberately.

When Xin Miaomiao heard this, she really had no doubts, and spread her small hand in front of Yang Rong.

She brought six small fruits up, and Xin Ziwen ate one. Logically speaking, there should be two left in one hand, and three left in the other hand, but now she only has one small hand left. On the other small hand... there is a piece of skin scratched off by nails on the tiger's mouth, which was injured by Xin Ziwen's inadvertent digging when he snatched the fruit from her hand just now.

"How did you do this?" Xin Miaomiao's hands were plump and tender. The skin was rubbed off, and with the addition of fruit juice, it looked a little purple.

Xin Miaomiao refused to answer, and let go of her little hand, and all the little fruits fell from her hand.

"Didn't Mom tell you? If they make Miao Miao unhappy, just avoid them?" Yang Rong felt distressed.

She put her arms around Yang Rong's neck and pouted, "Mom, Miaomiao likes my brother and wants to play with him." Her voice sounded a little bit wronged.