I married a bamboo horse

After the two finished making the dumplings, it was almost eight o'clock. Han Qi put the dumplings into the pot, and Song Ziqian and the others sat together to do their homework.

There wasn't much homework, and Song Ziqian finished it in two or three strokes. As soon as he packed his schoolbag, Wen Jing invited him to play chess with him.

Wen Youxing turned the pen in his hand and looked at Song Ziqian who was sitting on the sofa playing chess with his father. He felt that the 16-year-old Song Ziqian had already lived the life of a 61-year-old elderly.

Sometimes he really admires Song Ziqian, he is so patient, he accompanies Han Qi to make dumplings, walks the dog, buys vegetables, plays chess with Wen Jing, grows flowers, and runs. I have no patience.

"Wen Youxing!" Wen Youxing was in a daze, when his father suddenly yelled, he was so scared that he dropped his pen, picked it up, and he glared at his father and said, "Dad, what have you done recently?" Always a surprise."

Wen Jing rolled his eyes at Wen Youxing, "Are you and Ziqian at the same table?" Hearing his father's question, Wen Youxing only had two words in his mind, "It's over."

"Be at the same table with Ziqian, you can give me a little peace of mind, play yourself, and don't spoil Ziqian." Wen Jing babbled, Wen Youxing sometimes wanted to do a paternity test, he felt that he was sure It was picked up. "Did you hear that?" Seeing that his son didn't respond, Wen Jing's voice became louder again.

"I don't want to be at the same table with him." Wen Youxing protested dissatisfied.

"What did you say?" Wen Jing was talking to Song Ziqian, so he didn't hear what Wen Youxing said.

Wen Youxing ignored his father and ran to the kitchen to find Han Qi to act like a spoiled child. Although Han Qi comforted him, let's praise Song Ziqian in front of Wen Youxing.

In the end, Wen Youxing paralyzed on a corner of the sofa with a desperate attitude towards life.

"Let's eat." It was past eight o'clock after the dumplings were cooked, and Han Qi said briskly as she brought the dumplings to the table.

"Wow, isn't this dumpling so pretty?" Wen Ziyu clasped his hands together and praised, "Brother Ziqian, whoever marries you will be blessed."

"Ziqian is a child who knows everything. Any girl who marries you will be blessed." Han Qi also laughed, Song Ziqian didn't speak, but just smiled slightly.

"Eh? Where's my brother?" Wen Ziyu looked around, and everyone gathered around the table to eat dumplings, but Wen Youxing disappeared.

"He may have fallen asleep on the sofa. I'll call him." Song Ziqian got up and walked to Wen Youxing's side, and saw Wen Youxing leaning on the sofa with his hands clasped on his lower abdomen, his legs bowed On both sides, sleeping sweetly.

He stood behind Wen Youxing, and happened to be head to head with Wen Youxing, "Sure enough, you are cuter when you are asleep." He said in a soft voice, and he slightly bowed and kissed Wen Youxing on the forehead , and then pinched Wen Youxing's nose hard.

"Hmm." Wen Youxing snorted in pain, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Song Ziqian's delicate eyes staring straight at him, making his heart beat wildly.

The two looked at each other quietly for a while, "Well." It wasn't until Wen Youxing reached out and pinched Song Ziqian's nose fiercely that the atmosphere between the two became normal.

Song Ziqian grabbed Wen Youxing's wrist, but he never thought that Wen Youxing's strength would cause him to fall onto the sofa. Wen Youxing quickly suppressed him and said, "Hehe, do you think I will let you bully me like I did when I was a child?" ?" Looking at Wen Youxing's complacent appearance, Song Ziqian was really angry and funny, hooking his legs, the posture of the two of them changed instantly.

Wen Youxing was sitting on the sofa, Song Ziqian looked down on him, and said in a cold tone, "Eat." Then he walked to the dining table.

"... "

Wen Youxing felt that Song Ziqian didn't seem to want to argue with him at all, but he was like a mentally retarded person, thinking about how to defeat him every day, it was simply too boring.

In the end, Song Ziqian ate all the round dumplings made by Wen Youxing. Song Yuxuan managed to grab one, but was glared at by his brother, and silently returned it to Song Ziqian's bowl.