Tan Chenxiao looks back at Lu Qichuan who is talking with Gu Xicheng not far away, and his mouth is slightly raised.

"Shifu, Shida can't run. Don't look." Chu Luo and Tan Chenxiao talked about the follow-up of the exhibition.

Gu Xicheng stood beside Lu Qichuan with the ghost in his arms. "I thought the third uncle had just run away with the third aunt."

"I do." Lu Qichuan said, holding the little ghost.

The kid put his arm around Lu Qichuan's neck and asked crisply, "is the third grandfather going to have a baby with the painter's grandmother? But this kid is going to call him little uncle. It's so annoying. "

Gu Xicheng chuckled and touched his son's head. "Who told you that?"

"The painter's grandmother and grandmother said, ghosts and ghosts have heard." The kid stuck his neck and retorted with his father, but he could hear clearly.

"Oh, what did your grandmother and your grandmother say?" Lu Qichuan teases the kid.

"The painter's grandmother said," well, I'm old enough to have a baby. " Lu Qichuan has been laughing because of his vivid learning.

Lu Qichuan is not an emotional leak, just because the kid is so cute. No wonder Tan Chenxiao has always loved him.

"Don't laugh, third grandfather. The kids help you persuade the painter's grandmother. They also say that the painter's grandmother is very young and beautiful. Why hasn't third grandfather given birth to a little uncle?" Little ghost that small appearance, is clearly in disdain his three grandfather.

Gu Xicheng looked at his baby pimple, but just like his mother, he said nothing.

"Soon, next year you will have a little uncle."

Gu Xicheng picks eyebrows. Uncle, it's fast enough.

Little ghost ah, stretched out four lovely little fingers, "next year the ghost will be four years old."

Gu Xicheng looked at his son and asked curiously, "what happened to four years old?"

"That's old." A crisp little voice suddenly sounded.

Lu Qichuan, nearly 60 years old

His father, who is nearly 30 years old, said: --

Is this guy angry with them?

Gu Xicheng took his son back and hit him on his little ass, "your grandfather is old."

"Oh, yes, my grandfather is very old." The kid nodded seriously and agreed with his father's words.

Lu Qichuan

Is it true that my son and grandson are so black to my father and grandfather?

It's not a very good choice to have a son in the future.

Or is he thinking about it?

Gu Xicheng has a chat with Lu Qichuan for a while with ghost in his arms. After Tan Chenxiao comes back, the ghost is tired of holding Tan Chenxiao for a while before letting Gu Xicheng go to find his mother.

"Come on, grandma painter, give me a little uncle." Before the kid left, he waved his little paw, Wei qubaba's little appearance.

Tan Chenxiao

What does the child say?

Tan Chenxiao looks back at Lu Qichuan. Lu Qichuan reaches out his hand and touches his nose. Before he speaks, he is pinched by Tan Chenxiao. Lu Qichuan takes a breath, looks around, and then leaves with Tan Chenxiao in his arms.

"What did you say to the kid?" The child is very clever, especially good at learning words.

Lu Qichuan said, "what did I say? He said to me, "you told Yuwei about the children. Learn to listen to me." Lu Qichuan said, close to tan Chenxiao: "do you still talk to Yuwei about this problem?"