I smashed the CP of me and the villain school grass

Because Song Nuannuan was present, Jiang also had some scruples.

After all, she is still a 7-year-old girl, so she cannot watch unsuitable scenes.

Kissing should be considered inappropriate for children.

Therefore, he grabbed Song Zuan and gave Song Zuan an affectionate kiss, then quickly let go.

Song Zu'an, who sat back to his original position, blushed and pinched his own hand at a loss.

He lowered his head and cast his eyes randomly, not daring to meet Shang Jiangye's gaze.

It was clear that the last second he was looking forward to this touch of affection, but after he actually did it, he was so ashamed that he couldn't bear it.

Song Wennuan planned to pretend to look at the scenery for a while, to give his brother some time to calm down his heartbeat.

Alas, what a stupid brother, it's too worrying.

Jiang finally took revenge on the haunted house, and he bowed his head and smiled in satisfaction.

As long as the Jiang outside the haunted house is A enough, then people will definitely forget the soft and cute Jiang in the haunted house who was so frightened that he almost cried.Jiang is also convinced of this.

As the cockpit of the ferris wheel gradually fell to the ground, Song Zu'an had almost recovered from his shyness.

The resentment that Jiang Ye had just resented just now has been swept away.

Song Wennuan kept holding back her laughter, she didn't want to expose the two brothers' already bright intentions.

Then they went to play carousel, pirate ship, bumper car, big pendulum, AR shooting...

All the projects that can be experienced have been played once.

And under the strong request of Song Nuannuan, they left a few precious group photos.

This is the second photo taken by Jiang Ye and Song Zuan.

The sky is getting late, and the sky has been dyed with colorful sunset glow.

Song Wennuan, who was finally tired from playing, slapped Jiang Ye's lap on his back.

"Brother Jiang Ye, I can't walk anymore, can you carry me on your back—"

Song Zuan rolled his eyes, "Why didn't you ask me to carry you?"

"(′｀) hehehe." Song Wennuan stuck out his tongue mischievously, "My brother is delicate and weak, he probably can't carry me on his back."

"What the hell? I am delicate and weak?" Song Zuan asked while rolling up his sleeves: "I, weak?!"

Jiang has already picked up Song Nuannuan, and now her sight can be equal to that of Song Zuan.

He stuck out his tongue at his elder brother again, with that look of beating that seemed to say: "I just like the way you can't understand me and have nothing to do with me."

Jiang also listened quietly to the bickering between the brothers and sisters. He felt that today's sunset was particularly warm.

"Brother, let's go home and eat, I'm hungry."

"When you're hungry, go out and buy something to eat."

"_(:??∠)_I want to eat my brother's cooking." He said and rubbed his head on Jiang Ye's back, "Brother Jiang Ye must also want to eat at home, right?"

Jiang also responded softly: "Yes."

When the three of them returned to Song's villa, Zhao Shuping had already gone to dance square dance with her old sisters.

Song Wennuan dragged Jiang Ye to collapse on the sofa, and confidently handed over the cooking task to Song Zuan.

Song Zuan also readily accepted.

If you say he can cook, he can only cook one dish.

Let's say he doesn't know how to cook, but he can cook that dish and it's very delicious.

Yes, Song Zuan actually only knows how to cook noodles, dan dan noodles.

After a while, a familiar fragrance wafted in the room.

Jiang also recalled the experience of sharing a pair of chopsticks with An An last time, and suddenly felt that this simple bowl of Dandan noodles was delicious.

Song Wennuan was a little confused, what is brother Jiang Ye laughing at?

Did she miss some candy?

The last time I patronized to watch Peppa Pig, I didn't pay attention to what the two brothers did when they ate noodles.

She was careless.

Song Zu'an looked at the weird expressions of these two people, and didn't really want to delve into it. He sucked on the noodles and urged: "You two stop making mental moves, finish eating quickly, I'm going to broadcast live today."

Jiang was also puzzled, "Live broadcast?"

"It's Mr. Song's live broadcast room. I insist on live broadcasting every Saturday."

Jiang also didn't go to join in the show for a long time, he thought Song Zu'an had given up on this matter long ago.

Unexpectedly, An An has such perseverance, and he is a person who starts well and ends well.