Yue listened to the wind and rubbed the green silk's hair with a smile: "little girl, you should not be jealous of this. Isn't it better that the boy won't bother you at night?"

With a smile, Qingsi suddenly approaches Yue Tingfeng and says, "brother, you don't want Xiaoche to bother me at night, so Do you mean to deliver it yourself? "

Yue listened to the wind tap her forehead: "Wow, you can guess that."

"Really?"

"You say, huh?"

Qingsi cheered to keep Yue Tingfeng's neck: "I knew that my brother still loves me the most. Recently, you tell stories to Xiaoche every night and play with him. I thought you like Xiaoche now and don't like me any more."

Yue Tingfeng poked Qingsi's little face: "what do you think?"

Green silk head to Yue Tingfeng shoulder pillow: "little Che where I am lovely, love to cry, love coquetry, love to wet the bed, at night also kick the quilt, where I am so clever obedient sensible, right?"

Yue's heart softened when he listened to the wind, just like the lake surface warmed by the sunshine in spring. When the breeze came up, the ripples slowly opened.

Yue Tingfeng put his arm around Qingsi's shoulder: "yes, yes, yes, what you said is right. How can that boy be so obedient and sensible?"

Yes, no one can compare with his little green silk, obedient, clever, sensible, lovely and beautiful.

Where can someone in his heart's status, can surpass the green silk?

Qingsi pulled Yue to listen to the wind and said, "that night, brother, you are going to tell me a story. I haven't heard you tell a story for a long time."

Her voice is soft and continuous, like a mouthful of marshmallow melting in her mouth.

Sweet, let Yue listen to the wind's lips involuntarily raised: "yes, yes, but Now that you are such a big girl, you still need to listen to stories, OK? "

Qingsi pouted and said, "what's wrong? Who dares to say it's not good? I'm a big girl. I'm still very young. I haven't graduated from primary school yet."

Yue Tingfeng nodded: "yes, we Qingsi are still a little girl. Well, my brother will tell you a story in the evening."

Two people you a word I a language, young men and women that kind of green, tender, beautiful, sweet feeling, inadvertently slowly scattered.

When Su Ning Mei came over, she happened to see this scene and heard Yue Tingfeng say, "brother will tell you a story in the evening."

Su Ning eyebrow couldn't help covering her mouth, didn't dare to laugh,.

She really likes watching Qingsi and Yue Tingfeng get along with each other. They may not feel it, but the people who watch them enjoy themselves more than the pure campus drama on TV.

Childhood sweetness is really sweet.

Su Ningmei thinks that her silly son really likes Qingsi. Just now, when he talks to Qingsi, his tenderness, patience and smile make people numb.

Not to mention that Su Ningmei didn't see his son talking to other people except Qingsi, not even the five single dogs of 511 who lived with Yue Tingfeng day and night.

It's a pity that he doesn't know.

But it doesn't matter. Fortunately, Qingsi is still young. As for listening to the wind, it's better to be in a trance for another two years.

I don't need to know what love is. When I go to college, I am seduced by my classmates.

Su Ningmei leaves quietly, leaving time for "little lovers" who don't know anything.

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