"Senior, senior, I'm a little cold." Liu Xiaoai said pitifully, shrinking her shoulders.
Qi Huange, who was 175, opened her windbreaker and wrapped Liu Xiaoai, who was 165, tightly in her windbreaker. She patted Liu Xiaoai on her chest and said, "It's not cold anymore."
In the middle of the night, Liu Xiaoai opened her eyes in a daze and said, "Senior, I'm hungry..."
Qi Huange opened her eyes and carefully put Liu Xiaoai aside in her arms, covered her with a quilt, put on her clothes and got out of bed. Half an hour later, a bowl of hot three-fresh wontons came.
Liu Xiaoai ate in a daze while wondering: The wontons sent by grandma have been eaten long ago. Where did they come from?
"Senior, someone bullied me..." Liu Xiaoai pouted and said aggrievedly to Qi Huange.
A chill flashed in Qi Huange's eyes, and he hugged Liu Xiaoai into his arms: "Who bullied you?"
"My little mom bullied me. She teased me again today."
With a smile on her lips, Qi Huange lowered her head and said to Liu Xiaoai, "My dear, you won't let me play with my father-in-law's brain, will you? It doesn't matter, I will help you torture her when we play tennis with her."
When the gentle and sinister Qi Huange meets Liu Xiaoai, a school girl who is always slow and cute, the love story of Zhuan Chong should not be too sweet.
This article will be published on V on March 22, 2016, and three chapters will be published on the same day.
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