my villain is too cute

Chapter 959 This Bamboo Horse Is So Good (16)

What the little child prodigy said, of course, was the end of the cold.

Han Jin is eight years old this year. He is in the third grade, but he has already won many math competitions.

More than that, I know a lot of things.

One year, there was an old woman on the tenth floor who was accidentally bumped by the little demon king Yan. She was fine, but the jade bracelet on her hand slipped off and broke into pieces.

The old grandma said that she spent tens of thousands of dollars to buy it, and asked Little Demon King Yan to pay for it.

As a result, after the little prodigy went, it was obvious at a glance that it was a fake. After a few disputes, it was finally verified that it was indeed a fake.

The old lady was cheated.

Afterwards, many people knew that on the tenth floor there was a little girl doll who could appraise treasures.

Once again, someone just bought a set of porcelain and heard that the little child prodigy could appraise treasures, so he went looking for it.

When he arrived, he happened to see the little prodigy painting a portrait of Little Demon King Yan. The man didn't know how to paint, but he felt that the little prodigy's paintings were more beautiful than all the paintings he had ever seen.

The little child prodigy can also draw, so it was passed on.

Knowing a lot of things, coupled with the fact that he is more mature than ordinary children in dealing with people, the title of "little child prodigy" is slowly being called out.

...

In early spring, sycamore trees were planted on both sides of the road, and the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Three small figures walked on the sidewalk.

After walking not far, Han Jin knelt down and adjusted Yan Qiong's little red bow tie at the collar of the kindergarten.

"Be obedient at school and don't bully your classmates." Han Jin educated, but his tone was soft and outrageous.

Yan Qiong is five years old this year, and she is a child in the top class of the kindergarten.

The little boy who was being taught a lesson was biting the straw, his eyes rolled around, and he pretended not to hear.

Han Jin raised his eyes to look at him, helplessly: "If you bully him after school, others won't know it's you."

It's not surprising that Yan Qiong became more and more lawless with Han Jin's excessive petting.

Yan Qiong blinked slowly, feeling the need to explain, he took a sip of milk, let go of the straw, and said in a childish voice, "I'm not bullying, I'm just revenge, he scolded me first."

Fearing the cold and not believing it, he grabbed Qian Duoduo, "If you don't believe me, you asked Qian Duoduo, he was the one who scolded me first."

Qian Duoduo nodded, "Yes, he scolded Wanzi first, and then Wanzi hit him."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Qiong was punched on the head. Yan Qiong withdrew her fist, pursed her mouth, and yelled at Qian Duoduo with a fierce face: "Don't call me Wanzi outside."

Qian Duoduo smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, showing two small canine teeth, "Meatballs...beef balls...vegetable balls..."

His sleazy appearance was well-known to Ms. Xu, and when Yan Qiong was about to hit someone with her small fists, he ran into the kindergarten with a smile on his face.

Yan Qiong glared at him viciously, turned her head, and looked at Han Jin aggrieved, "Look, they are the ones who bullied me."

Han Jin loosened his tie, rubbed his fluffy head, and warmly echoed: "Yes, it's all other people's fault."

Yan Qiong snorted softly, but she didn't feel wronged anymore.

Han Jin fiddled with his hair twice, tidied it up, leaned over and kissed his plump and tender cheek with the baby, "Go in, I'll pick you up in the afternoon."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you." Yan Qiong nodded obediently, handed the empty milk box to Han Jin, and turned to go in.

He pursed his lips, and when he was grabbed the next second, his thick and curly eyelashes trembled twice quickly.

Han Jin loosened the strap of his schoolbag, held his round shoulders, turned him to face him, and asked softly, "Baby, what about today's farewell kiss?"

(End of this chapter)