Another day of tragic death for the host

Chapter 602 Let go of that young lady! 7
Xin Wu counted Xin He's shortcomings one by one with her little soft fingers, her voice was childish, and she had a classic old mother's tone, it didn't look too funny.

Xinhe couldn't laugh or cry when she heard the words, she didn't stop moving her hands, and continued to pick up a piece of meat: "How did you learn these words? It took so long to remember them, it's amazing."

Xin Wu heard the words with a proud face, "Grandma Zhang downstairs always said that about her granddaughter every day, and I'm not stupid, I've heard it a few times and I'm good at it, and I can draw inferences from one instance!"

Xin Wu looked like she was about to praise me, and Xin He fell silent and stopped talking.

Seeing that Xin He hadn't finished eating, Xin Wu got up bored and started wandering around.

Although Xin Wu is well-behaved and sensible, she is still a five or six-year-old child in essence, and she is a little curious about everything she sees, turning left and looking again, like a curious baby.

Xinhe asked Shuangmao to watch, and then ignored it.

After eating for about half an hour, Xin He stood up feeling his bulging belly.

I didn't feel it when I was sitting, but when I stood up, Xin He felt a little overstretched.

She looked around but didn't find Xin Wu, so she called out: "Xin Wu—"

"Hey! Mom, I'm here."

Xin Wu's small head popped out from behind Xin He, lying on Xin He's shoulder, when she heard Xin Wu's sweet "Mom," Xin He almost choked on a drink.

Although she didn't know what Xin Wu was doing, Xin He cooperated obediently and did not expose her.

Xin He suddenly found that the place where Xin Wu stayed seemed to be Shi Hen?

She took out her cosmetics from her bag, briefly touched up her makeup, and tidied her hair before getting up.

When Xinhe passed by, Xinhe and the little boy were gnawing on chicken legs, their two little heads were put together, and they didn't know what to say.

Shi Hen sat aside, he was wearing a simple and clean white shirt, a cap was casually put aside by him, and the mask was also taken off.

He lowered his eyes slightly, tapped the phone lightly with his slender fingertips, a few of the fine hairs on his forehead were raised, and he didn't look so cold anymore.

"Xiao Wuwu, it's time for us to go home. I'm sorry, my child is not sensible, so I interrupted you." Xin He said to Shi Hen apologetically.

However, Shi Hen didn't even raise his head.

Xin He guessed his bad temper early in the morning, and she clicked softly in her heart. She took out a wet wipe from her bag, and wiped Xin Wu's fingers carefully, "Okay, thank you uncle and the children, we are going home .”

After Xin He left with Xin Wu, Shi Hen raised his head and glanced in Xin He's direction after keeping his head down.

The page in Shihen's mobile phone is Xin He's Weibo page.

The above is Xin He's Weibo just updated, and the one in the middle is Xin Wu's photo.

Shi Hen withdrew his gaze and kicked his little nephew who was drinking, "Have you finished eating?"

When I exited, I accidentally clicked on Follow, but the phone was already turned off, and Shi Hen was too lazy to turn it on again.

Xin He didn't realize until halfway through the walk, did she fall off the horse?
After all, besides the sketches on her weibo, it was Xin Wu.

She wasn't sure if Shi Hen would recognize Xin Wu.

But it's okay to think about it, and Xinhe doesn't worry about it anymore.

Xin Wu bouncingly walked in front, and Xin He walked behind with a sad face.

What should we eat tomorrow?

You can't eat takeaway every day, can you?
It's not good for her body, she doesn't care, but Xin Wu is still growing.

(End of this chapter)