Chi You, your panda is hanging on the tree again!

The man lowered his head and looked at the little boy sitting on the ground. Seeing that the boy remembered, he pressed the top of his head with his index finger with the black diamond ring, and pushed the boy's head down again.

The little boy glared at him and continued to get up, but was pressed down again by the man.

then……

When the little boy rises, the man presses; when the little boy rises, the man presses; when the little boy rises, the man presses...

Have fun...

The people who passed by the alley took a look inside, but were stared away by the man.

When the sun dragged its feet and filled the alley with its light, the little boy finally sat on the ground, unable to get up.

Much more fun than teasing a dog.

The man took off his black jacket and threw it on the fallen motorcycle, sat on the ground with his legs bent, pinched the cub by the waist and held him in his arms.

The little boy struggled, but the more he struggled, the more amusing the man became.

Squeezing his little face and pulling his hair, he pressed the bastard's forehead in a wicked way and allowed him to swing his claws but prevented him from hitting him.

The man locked his eyes on the red mole at the end of the little boy's eye, and clicked it out of curiosity, but the little boy exploded immediately.

When the little boy's hand brushed across the back of the man's hand, there was a bloodstain.

The man looked at the wound on the back of his hand in a daze, and when he looked at the little boy again, the little boy seemed to have turned into a little beast that seemed to have been touched.

"This, this is from Youyou! Can't move!!"

Maybe he wanted to give himself some momentum, the cub clutched the hem of his clothes with his two slender hands, and even used his strength to stretch his two fair and round toes.

Man: So, now I am threatened by this little guy in front of me?

Except for his uncle, no one in this world dared to yell at him.Even the so-called high-ranking officials had to nod and bow to him.

This little guy is really stupid and ignorant.

The sharpness and indifference are hidden in the man's black pupils, which are deep and quiet.

Little brat: You still stare at me!

So, the little boy took a deep breath and widened his beautiful eyes, pressed his chin and puffed his nostrils, and just stared back.

man:"……"

The little boy insisted on making his soft, sweet voice a little rougher, and approached the man "aggressively" thinking that his small forehead was almost touching the man's forehead.

"Come on! No, I'm not afraid of you!"

man:"……"

If this little guy didn't stutter, maybe he could still trust him a bit.

Sitting on someone's lap and posing for a fight, this little guy is really...

The sharpness in the man's eyes melted away, and the corners of his hard mouth formed an arc, and then he moved his lips closer to the little boy's mouth.But the moment he touched it, a mobile phone hit him on the head.

The little bastard who didn't know the situation at all was still a little dazed, sitting on the lap of the man whose head had been knocked tilted, and looked in the direction where the phone was coming from.

Fenghe Liri, however, had a wind blowing, as if deliberately shaking the long-haired man's hair.

The wind brushed across the man's brows and then disappeared quietly. The scarlet windbreaker moved lightly, and the waist-length black hair with a bit of smog was hanging casually. Just the slender and straight figure made people move Keep your eyes open.

As good-looking as a bad guy...

As the man approached, the smile on his lips was alluring and bewitching.

This person is the number one general under the Yellow Emperor—Ying Long, who is now Nan Rong Ying.

Nan Ronghui held his smashed head and looked at his uncle dissatisfied, but he dared not say a word.

Watching helplessly as his uncle carried the little guy away from his lap, Nan Ronghui somehow felt aggrieved.

"Uncle, I picked up this little guy, why don't you give it to me."

The boy felt that Nan Rong Ying was a little kind, and did not refuse Nan Rong Ying to hug him.

Nan Ronghui: This little guy looks good!Discrimination! ?

Nan Rongying looked at the little boy's eyes tenderly, and rubbed the little boy's earlobe with two fingers.

"haven't seen you for a long time……"

All the little boy's sense of touch gathered on his earlobe. He looked at the man and blurted out two words.

"Should..."

The boy has never seen the face of "Ying Ying", but this man has the same hair as Ying Ying...

Nan Ronghui was a little confused.

"Uncle, did you know this little guy before?"

Nan Rongying turned around holding the cub, and the sun shone on half of his shoulders.Then he turned sideways slightly, and said with a smile in his cold voice: "He is your little aunt."

Nan Ronghui: "..."

Watching his uncle leave helplessly, Nan Ronghui was stunned for a while, rubbing his face before regaining his composure.

Getting up from the ground, Nan Ronghui let go of the motorcycle as soon as he lifted it up, and then dropped the motorcycle. He grabbed his hair and walked around the broken box alley with his head down for several laps before looking up at the sky for a long while. Only then did he digest what his uncle said.

So, his uncle, who is not close to men and women, now finds him a little aunt?

After Nan Rongying carried the little boy into the car, the little boy grabbed his neck and looked at him curiously.

Nanrong should let the little boy sit on his lap, rubbing his little chin with his fingertips, trying to kiss him, but the little boy avoided it.

"Youyou won't let me kiss you!"

But I seem to have been kissed by that smelly man...

But Yingying is different from the smelly man, Yingying is not fierce.

A trace of hurt flashed across Nan Rongying's eyes, and he said, "Long time no see, little guy."

The boy smiled, and imitated him and said, "Long time no see, yes!"

Nan Rongying pinched his earlobe again, "Would you like to accompany brother on an errand?"

The cub nodded.

An hour later, Nan Rongying brought the boy to the Public Security Bureau.

The boy sat on the chair and asked Nan Rongying, "Yingying, what are we doing here?"

Nanrong should: "Get an ID card."

The little boy let out an "oh" and sat obediently.

Half an hour later, the staff delivered the boy's ID card to Nan Rongying, and then Nan Rongying left with the boy in his arms, and drove all the way to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

The little boy was held by Nan Rongying, looked at the men and women coming and going in pairs, and asked, "Yingying, what are we doing here?"

Nan Rongying: "Get married..."

The little boy said "oh".

Looking at the faces of the two people, the staff was a little uneasy.

It took a while before I suddenly realized that men cannot marry men, right?

"Sir, that...you..."

Before the staff could finish speaking, the phone in his hand rang.

"Do it for Grandpa Ying!"