On the day Su Yan was taken back to Yuncheng by her parents, Lu Chi felt panicked, fearing that the little girl would forget him.
He came to Su Yan's house early in the morning, trying to trick out the little girl's truth with wine, but he drank wine, and the little girl was knocked down by a bottle of pure milk.
Su Yan, who was drunk, had a pair of charming peach blossom eyes that seemed to be dripping with water, and her little face was flushed.
She senselessly licked her fingers and counted them one by one. Finally, she innocently stretched out her white and tender palms and shook them: "Nana, I am 4 years old this year."
Lu Chi: "..." Then you are really great! !
When you said you were four years old, you held out five fingers? ?
Lu Chi suppressed a smile on his lips, probably because he was afraid that if he told the truth, the little girl would become angry.
Immediately, he said with a serious face: "Nana, when you were in kindergarten, every math test was 100 points, right?"
When Su Yan heard this, she suddenly became energetic and proudly raised her chin, her sparkling peach blossom eyes sparkling with wisdom.
"I'm the math class representative of our class, the teacher's little cotton-padded jacket, what do you think?" The voice was delicate and proud.
Lu Chi: "...!!"
Then this little cotton-padded jacket cannot withstand the cold winter, and the teacher may freeze to death in the cold wind.
Seeing Su Yan's proud look, Lu Chi felt funny in his heart, but he didn't dare to hit her.
Seeing him purse his lips and smile, Su Yan thought he really believed it.
Looking at Lu Chi's eyes, he became even more "amiable".
She lied just now. In fact, when she was in kindergarten, she was not very good at math. She even got zero marks in the test and was called a parent.
Thinking of this, Su Yan looked at Lu Chi with even thicker eyes.
After all, it's hard to find such an easy fool!
She needs to keep an eye on her! ! !
A fierce nobleman who thinks he is down and out vs a sweet girl who is drunk and has an IQ of 4 years old
Intention: Life has always been full of mud and sand, with thorns and flowers coexisting.