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Chapter 872 Your little boyfriend is five and a half years old

When Yang Moyan came back, he saw such a young man.

He walked over and sat down. He was still wearing an apron, but he didn't hide his noble demeanor at all.

He casually rolled up his cuffs, and said in a very soft voice, "I don't believe you are childish. Cartoons? It seems that my little boyfriend is really three and a half years old."

Lin Zhaoxia nestled lazily, and retorted, "Wrong, your little boyfriend is not three and a half years old."

"That is, just born?"

Yang Moyan twitched the end of his eyes, his daily resentment.

The boy shook his fingers, and finally smiled wickedly, "Five and a half years old."

"..."

Well, it's very young.

Only a teenager can say such words in such a serious and unblinking manner.

"The meal is not ready yet. The cook has prepared some other dishes by herself. When you eat later, it will be served together with the dish you wanted to eat last night even if you were injured."

Even though she was injured, she wanted to eat these seven words. For Lin Zhaoxia, her arm hurts when she heard it.

"Stop talking, I won't listen."

Lin Zhaoxia nestled aside and continued watching the cartoon.

Yang Moyan laughed, but he really didn't say anything more.

Breakfast is out of reach.

Because it took only a short while, it was already 09:30.

This was Yang Moyan's first time eating breakfast and lunch together.

but.

With teenagers around, there are too many firsts like this.

And the boy was born, it seems, to break all the rules around him for Yang Moyan.
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After lunch, Yang Moyan began to supervise Lin Zhaoxia's homework.

On the first day of the holiday, Lin Zhaoxia was not interested in homework.

It just so happened that his arm was still injured, so he didn't even need to find any other excuses, just hugged his arm, "The arm hurts."

"There is medicine."

"That hurts too."

"It won't hurt if you take the medicine."

"It's not that you were burned, of course you won't be in pain anymore." Anyway, Lin Zhaoxia didn't want to fail in homework on the first day of the holiday, and resisted to death, "My arm hurts, anyway, I don't write."

This last sentence sounds a little rascal.

But Yang Moyan is Yang Moyan.

Some are methods to rule young people.

Take out a subject exercise book and open the first page.

Brand new.

It can be seen that after the boy got it, he didn't even look at it.

Yang Moyan took a pen and first wrote her name on the boy's exercise book, then turned the pen around his fingertips, looked over, and said slowly, "Tonight, there is no more meat."

Lin Zhaoxia was still holding her arms slightly to one side of her face, but she came back immediately.

Facing Yang Moyan's gaze, she puffed her cheeks, handsome and depressed, "Is there someone like you."

"how do I?"

Yang Moyan wanted to hear what the young man could figure out.

And Lin Zhaoxia lived up to everyone's expectations, and began to reason, "The wonderful vacation has just begun, and you have to do homework on the first day. If you don't write it, you will still cheat me. It's too much!"

"En," Yang Moyan nodded, so that he could look at the boy leisurely, "Continue."

"In ancient times, you are a tyrant, a fool!"

"It turns out, this is modern times, and you're overthinking it."

A boy deserves to be a boy.

The ancient tyrants and faint kings can all be theorized.

It's also unique.

However, this did not affect Yang Moyan's good mood in the slightest.

Because the boy is by my side.

Even this holiday, there will be teenagers by my side.

He reached out and patted her head, put the pen on her fingertips, and said in a very soft voice, "The performance is over, let's do our homework."

(End of this chapter)