The uncle listened to the beautiful girl's voice, thought it was a big man, and hurriedly loosened the little girl's hand.

The little girl is smart and sharp eyed. She runs to Si Tong and holds Si Tong's hand:

"Sister, I didn't steal flowers. A sister told me before that I could pick them. She also picked them. I just wanted to pick one for my brother every day. I picked one every day and didn't steal it."

When the uncle saw the little girl complain, he became more and more unhappy. The little girl said, "that's the daughter of the boss of the National People's Congress. Can you compare it? Don't look at yourself."

It's smelly and dirty, and I don't know from which smelly ditch.

"Send you." when the uncle rolled his eyes, Si Tong didn't know when to pick up ten other shore flowers from the garden and handed them to the little girl.

"Plant it in the soil and put it in a dark place. You can live without much water." Si Tong uprooted it to the little girl, and the other shore flower will not die.

"Thank you, sister." the little girl was stunned. Thinking of her brother's expectant eyes, she still took the flowers from Si Tong.

The flowers in this flower bed and the flower beds next to it are all for sale. They are planted here by the big boss, so they need to be guarded.

Seeing Si Tong's self assertion, the uncle pulled the other shore flower out of the flower bed and gave it to the little girl. He jumped angrily:

"You, how old are you? How can you pick it casually? You thief! Be careful! I'll tell my boss and ask the boss to send someone to catch you in the bureau!"

I seem to have only one or two words to say.

At present, look at the formation of the uncle. It's probably that Si Tong and the little girl have fallen behind.

Naturally, Si Tong didn't plan to do it.

Just after my words fell, a gentle male voice sounded: "Grandpa, there are so many flowers in the flower bed. Why don't you pick two? You can't be so fussy."

"I care about every detail? I'm protecting the interests of my boss. Anyway, the flower can't be picked. If you pick it, you'll have to pay..." my uncle refused to give up.

"If I say so, let them pick it!" the gentle boy's words fell, and a rude male voice leaped over several people's voices and spread to the uncle's ears.

Si Tong didn't raise her eyes, but the little girl saw several brothers in Volleyball sportswear standing in front of her and helping her talk to Si Tong.

"Little, little master?" the master was stunned. When he saw the owner of the rude male voice, he quickly bowed his head.

"All right, all right, let's go down." the master of the arrogant male voice, who is 1.83 meters tall and full of youth and vitality, is the son of the boss in the uncle's mouth. He resigned.

As soon as the uncle left, an Jili looked at Si Tong: "you're quite warm-hearted?" he raised his hands and feet with the barbarism and wildness of a young boy.

Si Tong always ignored it.

Instead, the little girl took two steps to an Zhili and looked at the boys in an Zhili's line: "thank you, brother."

"You're welcome." the gentle boy was a little embarrassed.

"Yi Chen, I'm sorry to be late. I just went to pick up my sister." at this moment, a familiar voice sounded in the rear.

As soon as Si Tong heard it, she could hear the voice of her nominally dry brother Xiang Weixiao.

She still didn't look up.

His low eyes fell on the little girl holding the other shore flower: "if you can't raise it, you can come here to find me." he handed the little girl a note with an address on it.

"Are you here too?" as expected, Xiang Weixiao saw Si Tong. He was curious to see several volleyball players in his group. "Do you know each other?"

Unexpectedly, it was such a coincidence that the gentle boy, that is, Ling Yichen, gave a slight meal: "just met, I haven't had time to know, so this is you?" pointed to Si Tong.

Scratching his head at Wei Xiao, he finally said unhappily, "it's the adopted daughter my father just brought back. Her name is Si Tong."

Xiang Weixiao said and looked at Si Tong. Seeing that Si Tong didn't mean to speak at all, he said to several volleyball players with him: "my character is very cold, and I haven't spoken to her, ha."