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

Knowing that the little boy couldn't answer the phone, Fourth Master You was depressed, and he didn't hide his mood at all, watching You Chaozhong through the computer screen felt aggrieved and distressed.

You Chaozhong moved the rosewood wood stool to the computer screen, and was about to chat with his grandson, but Fourth Master You closed the computer with a "snap".

You Chaozhong: "..."

the other side……

Carrying a box of knives in his hand, he walked up to Fourth Master You, and when he raised his eyebrows, the scar on his forehead became a little more vivid.

The scar on his forehead was made in the solitary, and I don't know which grandson asked someone to punish him in it.But being able to hide a knife in the cell, it seems that the man has a lot of background.

It's just that that person is really a bit of an idiot, and he confessed that the person behind him is a idiot student of You Qianliang.

If it weren't for this, Knife might not have gone to "visit" Professor You Da as soon as he made a fuss.

Knife put the things in his hand on the table, seeing Fourth Master You's expression was a bit bad, but he didn't dare to ask more.

"Fourth Master, there is news that the remaining one is in the hands of a private collector in Minnan. It shouldn't be too difficult to find. Do you want to send these two to the old man first?"

Fourth Master You opened the box, glanced at the two rusty and dusty items inside, and closed the box again.

"Let's wait until his 80th birthday."

The knife said "Oh", "Then I will take someone to Minnan tomorrow."

You Chaozhong, who hadn't recovered from the fact that the boy dropped his sweet white cup, was even more displeased with the boy now.

You Chaozhong pulled the little boy out from behind Han Qi, Han Qi pursed his lips, but said nothing.

"Didn't you say your leg was broken?"

The little boy raised his face and said, "Okay, the doctor's grandpa will give you the chocolate!"

Sullen You Chaozhong began to be half-soft and half-hard towards the little bastard's face, and finally just said to Han Qi: "Hurry up and take this little thing back."

Han Qiwei breathed a sigh of relief, and took the little boy into the compound.

From the moment Han Qi stepped into the gate of the compound, the little brat's eyes were shrinking, and the hand that was holding his clothes was pinching a piece of flesh along the way.

"What are you afraid of?"

Little brat: "There are bad guys in here!"

Han Qi thought he was talking about You Chaozhong.

"The general is not a bad guy."

The little boy looked at him with wide eyes.

Yoyo also has generals, and Yoyo has many generals.

The little cub's mouth shrunk, and he wanted to cry again, lying on Han Qi's shoulder with tears rolling down his face.

Han Qi: "Does your leg hurt again?"

The little boy gave an "um" sound, as if to answer.

Han Qi carried the little boy back to the bed in his room.

He hasn't been back for a long time, and the room is a little dusty.But as a big man, he would not clean the room very carefully. As a person who has slept in the deep mountains, old forests, ruins and mud, and even next to the bones, it is impossible for him to dislike this.

Throwing the little boy on the bed, Han Qi put away the gun that was casually placed on the table last night, inserted the exquisitely crafted knife into the leather hanging on the wall, rubbed his face in the bathroom and came out.

Looking at the little boy with his chin resting on the bed with a "deep" face, Han Qi was amused.

Sometimes I really feel that this little boy's IQ can't pretend to be anything in his head, but sometimes he feels that this little boy is "deep" like a little old man.

So what is this little guy thinking in his silly little head?

Aunt Shen knocked on Han Qi's door with something, and it was Han Qi who opened the door, and Aunt Shen handed him the things in her hand.

"The young master sent someone to send it to him."

Han Qi paused slightly when he received the object, but there was nothing unusual on his face. He lowered his hand holding the object, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "Is this little guy a relative of the general?"

Aunt Shen: "The young master picked up this child. He said that the general would take care of it for a few days. I was also wondering. But the young master's thoughts are hard to guess. Maybe there are other reasons."

Han Qi twitched the corners of his mouth at Aunt Shen, but there was no smile on his face.

After Aunt Shen left, Han Qi looked at the things in his hand.

A mobile phone and an ID card.

"Bear Zaier..."

What a shame.

age……

eighteen?

Han Qi glanced suspiciously at the little boy with tiny arms and legs on the bed.

Han Qi didn't know that the boy's age was reported by the butler privately.After all...some things can only be done after an adult, and his Fourth Master You may have already done some things.

Throwing the mobile phone to Xiao Zaizi, Xiao Zaizi immediately followed up happily.Then he opened the cartoon that Fourth Master You had downloaded for him before.

"Pleasant Goat, Beautiful Goat, Lazy Goat..."

Putting the little boy's ID card on the table, Han Qi sat on the edge of the bed, half lying on his body and asked, "Your name is Xiong Zai'er?"

The little boy turned half around, with his mouth half turned away from him.

"My name is Xiaozizi, not Xiongzizi!"

Han Qi: "..."

Without worrying too much about this issue, Han Qi leaned on his arm and looked at the glaring chandelier, his eyes a little distracted.

"Why did You Xiao pick you up?"

The little boy didn't know who You Xiao was, and he was engrossed in watching cartoons, so he didn't answer him.

Han Qi, who couldn't wait for an answer, stood up and looked at his happy little face. He couldn't express his temper, so he could only lean on the bed with an irritable expression and look at his little head and...cartoon...

Han Qi had never watched cartoons before.

There were no cartoons under the broken bridge when I was a child, but when You Chaozhong took him to the compound, he was already past the age of watching cartoons.

Finally unconsciously...

Han Qi straightened his back.

Han Qi lifted his legs.

Han Qi took the little boy into his arms.

Han Qi rested his chin on top of the little boy's head.

Han Qi...

Not very interesting, but kind of interesting.

Two hours later, the little boy's head began to sink, little by little, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Han Qi put the phone away, and while lifting his little chin, let himself back away from behind him, and put him on the pillow, with his little face sunken nearly halfway.

After withdrawing "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf", Han Qi clicked on the address book.

Sure enough, there was only one number in it.

He knew who this phone number belonged to, but he still turned on his mobile phone, turned to the string of numbers, and matched them one by one.

Putting the phone back, Han Qi looked at the little boy's sleeping face for a long time.Finally, I went out of the room and leaned against the wall to smoke a cigarette, and then went out of the compound to a boxing gym.

Less than half an hour after Han Qi entered the boxing gym, Liu Dabao from the army received his call.

Liu Dabao: "Brother Qi, why don't you count your own skills? Go to the boxing gym to practice boxing, why don't you rush to give medical expenses to others!"

Han Qi: "Dabao, I'm bothered, please borrow some money."

Liu Dabao gritted his teeth, as if cutting flesh.

"Brother Qi, tell me, how much?"

Han Qi: "Twelve thousand..."

Liu Dabao: "..."

After Liu Dabao told this number to his brothers in the army, more than [-] brothers were all blown up.

"Dabao, put your phone in the middle of the table, hurry up."

The one who spoke was Zhang Qiaoyu, a living scholar in the army.

Before Liu Dabao could react, another 1.9-meter-tall man from Xinjiang directly took the phone in his hand and took a picture in the middle of the table.

"Brother Qi, give the phone in your hand to that grandson whose nose was broken by you!"

Han Qi: "..."

Therefore, the victim of this incident was a little skeptical of life by the theory of more than [-] men headed by Zhang Qiaoyu on the other end of the phone.

So, it's his fault?

Zhang Qiaoyu on the other end of the phone rolled his eyes and finished with a "negotiation".

"So brother, you see, you are also responsible for this matter, aren't you?"

"Although you are a sparring partner, we won't let you pay for what is due. Three thousand, what do you think?"

3000 yuan, more than 100 yuan per person.

Liu Dabao: "I'll go, I almost thought it's time to eat instant noodles again this month, you can, Qiao Xiucai!"

Han Qi returned to the army, and it was almost midnight when he returned, and no one knew about it.

But when he was lying in bed, he found himself having insomnia for the first time in his history.

can't sleep...

After staying in the army for less than two hours, Han Qi left again.

It was 05:30 in the morning when we returned to the compound, and the genius had just started to light up. In Han Qi's sight, the little boy lying on the bed felt a little hazy.

He took off his shoes, walked to the edge of the bed and lay down on it, his raised hand was hanging above the little boy, his five fingers were drooping, but he didn't let it fall for a long time.

The little cub turned over and hugged Han Qi's chest.

Han Qi was slightly stunned, then dropped his hand as if relieved, and fell asleep holding the cub.

The boy was woken up by the phone.

Han Qi didn't open his eyes, and didn't let go of the cub's hand.

The little brat pushed his face with his hands, but he didn't push it away even though the boss tried his best. After doing so, he could barely turn over to reach the phone, and answered the call.

Didn't hit mute this time.

Fourth Master You, who was also just waking up, was lying on the bed, even the sound of his breathing was a little lazy.

"What are you doing?"

The little boy pouted, "I'm sleeping..."

Fourth Master You got up and took off his pajamas, exposing his perfectly proportioned body.

The set of clothes was put on slowly, and Fourth Master You put on the clothes and ordered: "Turn on the video."

"Um……"

He taught the brat that, but the brat forgot.

then……

Han Qi, who was about to stop him, watched helplessly as the boy's finger landed on the hook button, and then with a "click", the boy hung up the phone.

Han Qi: "..."

Fourth Master You: "..."

author_say: Han Qi: I am also a favored person!Although it was surrounded by a group of rough guys...