Stupidly Cute Qing Mei: The Childhood Friend is Too Black Bellied

"Okay!" Xiao Bun's voice answered crisply, and he had automatically spontaneously stuffed his soft little hand into the words of the process.

"Mom ..." Cheng Zhiyan raised his head silently, looking at his mother-in-law, his voice resentful: "Aren't you saying that you played with Bunny ?? My summer homework has not been written yet."

"Ah, summer homework or something, you can write tomorrow. Isn't your summer vacation just beginning? Think back then, your elder mother ... hehe ... your mother and I only started crazy homework on the last day of summer vacation. Zhou Zhen waved his hands and said to Cheng Zhi: "Go play, play, the children of other people are thinking of ways to play, why do we have to urge you to play?"

"..."

Cheng Zhiyan was silently pushed upstairs by his own mother, and then turned to look at the bunny that Yibu Yixiang followed, and he really felt that his mother was definitely a professional son of pit sons.

In Cheng Zhiyan's room, the bunny dressed in her pink pajamas hugged her bear and rushed directly to Cheng Zhiyan's big bed, hitting the track: "Orange brother, your bed is so soft, unlike my bed, good Hard, hard. "

Cheng Zhiyan stood beside the bed and looked at the bunny for a while, then handed her a pile of puzzles and said, "You play the puzzles for a while first, I want to do my homework, and I will play with you after I finish writing."

"What is the homework?" The bunny rolled up and sat up, looking at him curiously.

"It's ... the school's after-school exercises." Cheng Zhiyan felt that he was explaining the homework to a child who hadn't started kindergarten yet. This seemed a bit difficult.

"What are the exercises after class?"

"... is ... the problem ..."

"what is the problem?"

"A dictation ... a word ... an arithmetic ..."

"What are the dictated words and calculations?" Bunny is the age at which he likes to ask questions, but whenever he doesn't understand something, he likes to follow other people and keep asking.

Cheng Zhiyan reached out and wiped the sweat on his forehead, only feeling that he was about to fight.

"I want to write now." He hesitated, and finally decided to express in the simplest way what he was going to do. "When I finish writing, I will play with you."

"Oh ..." Little Rabbit nodded, she still knew how to write, but unfortunately she was too young now, not even a big character, let alone writing.

After reaching a consensus, Cheng Zhiyan sat down peacefully at his desk and began to write summer homework.

The rabbit was sitting on Cheng Zhiyan's soft bed, picking up a piece of puzzle to see and then throw it away, and then picking up another piece of puzzle to see and throw away.

After thirty minutes.

The rabbit rubbed his eyes, yawned and said to Cheng Zhi: "Brother, orange juice ... I'm going to sleep ..."

Cheng Zhiyan looked up, glanced at the desk lamp, and the hour hand was pointing at half past eight, it was almost time for the children to sleep.

"You're going to sleep? Would you like me to take you home?" He stood up, walked to the bed, and looked at the little rabbit in pink pajamas sitting on his bed with bare feet, **** and white eyes. At this moment, he was almost sleepy and was about to crack into a seam. The little round head was little by little, and the sitting posture began to shake.

"Don't ... I'm going to sleep here ..."