After being read, all wealthy families are addicted to being slaves to their daughters.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

It turned out to be Grandpa He's family, his avatar was like a lotus flower, and his name was Sui Anhao.

It was verified that he was Grandpa He.

"Huh? Is it Grandpa He?" the little girl blinked and asked curiously.

Hearing this, her mother chuckled: "Yes, the He family has probably wanted to add their daughter to WeChat for a long time."

The little girl showed her baby teeth shyly and giggled.

"Mommy, can we go and play with He Guoguo tomorrow?"

Mrs. Sang smiled and rubbed her head, and agreed angrily without asking why.

Her mother knows that what she says and does has her own reasons and missions, so just let her go. She and her husband will be there to support her, so just be safe and happy.

In this free time, Xie Zhixun had already made a note: the little old man of the He family.

A voice message suddenly popped up on the WeChat interface, and Dad taught her how to listen and how to reply.

Grandpa He had been eager to invite her to play for a long time, but now he did not hesitate over the Internet.

The little girl followed the voice and shook her head, and the little girl followed suit.

A milky voice came from the microphone:

"Grandpa He is here to play with you..."

It was a cute and critical attack at the beginning, and even the other end of WeChat paused for two seconds.

He received a kind and amiable response from Grandpa He.

The little girl suddenly became bold and said sweetly.

The key is that Grandpa He always responds with high emotional intelligence and is not impatient at all.

Even though the little girl was slurping her milk and talking, Grandpa He was always smiling from ear to ear.

Her mother smiled, it seems that there will be another one in the future, a flower protector.

Zaizai makes people happy wherever he goes.

On the He family side, Grandpa He was chatting with the little girl with a smile on his face, and he was having a great time.

He Jingnian saw his elderly grandfather smiling with wrinkles on his face, and Wei Wei guessed who he was talking to.

I deliberately asked Cai Cai to push closer so that I could hear the conversation between the two men.

Even though He Jingnian was extremely gentle, he seemed to have a light smile and was extremely gentle to everyone.

In fact, she really cares about the little nanny coming to He's house to play, commonly known as the coquettish girl.

He Jingnian pretended to read, but was actually listening attentively.

There was a soft and waxy little milky voice coming from the other end, which seemed to be at odds with the cold atmosphere of the He family.

It happened to be full of vitality, which drove away the coldness of the He family.

The maid who passed by at this time saw this scene.

They were all surprised to see whose girl could be so favored by grandpa.

Could it be the illegitimate daughter raised by Mr. He?

Hearing the little baby sweetly calling grandpa, He Jingnian's eyes became darker and darker.

It seemed that the call reached his heart, and his eyes softened unconsciously.

Finished.

He Jingnian never heard the word whether he would come to He's house to play.

Grandpa He looked intently at the book that was less than half a meter away from him and almost died laughing when he noticed that someone had knocked it over.

He Jingnian is really a tough guy with a tough mouth and an honest body.

"Oh, why are you reading here, Nian Nian? You don't want to eavesdrop on me chatting with the little girl, do you?" Grandpa He was surprised.

He Jingnian was guessed correctly.

Unintentionally, he squeezed the paper tightly and said without changing his expression, his heart not beating:

"No, don't rant, I'm just reading."

Grandpa He: "Oh? This book turns out to be read backwards."

Cai Cai took one look and laughed.

Mr. He really lied and didn't make a draft.

He Jingnian silently straightened the book, the tips of his ears turned red: "..."

*

After teaching how to send voice messages and make video calls in WeChat.

The little girl looked at Daddy with admiration.

Two white and fat little hands, like lotus roots, hugged the daddy affectionately and rubbed:

"Daddy, I want to check something, how should I check it?"

Xie Zhixun patiently taught her to call the voice assistant.

Voice Assistant Xiaotao:

"How can I help you?"

This is undoubtedly a new knowledge. The little milk bag is so shy that it is buried in mommy's arms.

Naibao Naihu tried to shout, but Xiaotao kept saying the same thing.

Then, Daddy told her and made a request to open Du Niang.

"What is Du Niang?"

"Mommy, is there another mother in the nest?" The little milk bag was so shocked that she drank milk to calm down her shock.

Her mother burst out laughing.

Scratching her little turned-up nose lovingly, she explained:

"You can search for anything you want from Du Niang. It's not like you have too many mothers..."

Nai Bao nodded in understanding.

Then Daddy taught her to call Xiao Tao to find out what she wanted, and she needed to add the word "Du Niang".

"It's so troublesome!" Naibao said weakly, twisting and turning.

Actor Xie raised his thin lips and said, "Of course."

Being illiterate is naturally a bit more troublesome.

With Daddy's careful teaching, Little Milk Bag was finally able to remember the order and look up things.

Any place she doesn’t know can be read out for her, not to mention how convenient it is.

So, Xiao Naibao took the tablet to the room to study.

It wasn't until late in the evening that I slowly came to the kitchen.

"Mommy, do you have a writing brush at home?" After she finished speaking, she raised her head carefully and looked at Mommy's expression.

He stretched out two white and tender fingers and gently tugged at the corners of her clothes, then rubbed them like a cat.

Mrs. Sang took out the egg tart from the microwave and handed it to her, thinking: "There should be some."

Yaoyao is holding a warm egg tart, her eyes wide open.

The aroma is fragrant, charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

It looks delicious!

The little girl's saliva was secreting crazily, and it almost came out.

Seeing her daughter's greedy appearance, Mrs. Sang ran into the attic to get a new thick ink and auction sapphire pen without asking why she wanted a brush.

When I came downstairs, I saw the little cotton-padded jacket holding an egg tart in both hands, so quiet and well-behaved that she started to eat it.

With round eyes and bulging cheeks, he shook his head while eating, like a cute hamster.

Actually a glutton.

Mrs. Sang put the pen and ink on the coffee table, turned around and started eating the egg tart.

The little girl said it was delicious and wanted to eat more after finishing it.

[Did Mommy do it? 】

[Zhushu and I duck think mommy’s cooking is super delicious, but I didn’t expect that mommy is a hidden chef! 】

Her mother was so praised that she was trembling with joy.

In fact, her husband made the egg tarts, and she was responsible for putting them in the microwave to bake.

I'm still very happy to hear rainbow farts.

After eating, her mother said slowly:

"Why do you need ink and a pen?"

The little girl rolled her eyes and said softly:

"draw!"

To paint, you should look for a paintbrush...

However, Mrs. Sang did not expose it.

【whee. 】

[Congratulations to Grandpa, my life is approaching. Of course I will draw a symbol to increase my longevity! ] She thought secretly.

Her mother was slightly shocked when she heard this.

Can your own little cotton-padded jacket actually increase your lifespan?

I go!

Mrs. Sang answered absentmindedly.

Just then, the husband came back.

From the moment he entered the house, he locked onto his wife and never let go.

When my daughter-in-law said that cotton-padded jackets could predict longevity, I was immediately surprised.

I go!

Ability to predict things, increase lifespan, and have magical powers...

The two of them immediately decided to protect their daughter to prevent anyone with evil intentions from approaching.

It must be strangled in the cradle!

recent.

Xie Zhixun always looked a little tired. Mrs. Sang probably knew it was because the recording of the variety show was approaching, and Xie's parents would make a call at that time...

Xie Zhixun is afraid...

"It doesn't matter, husband and wife have to face it together."

Mrs. Sang kissed him like a dragonfly.

Actor Xie's handsome face softened and he hugged his wife.