Mingyan brought Mingmo into the house, and the children who were watching TV turned to look at them.

Then a group of children abandoned the TV instantly and ran over to surround them, staring at Ming Mo.

"Xiaoyan Xiaoyan, who is he?"

"He's so good-looking, he's even better-looking than a starlet on TV."

"Is he not from our village? I know everyone in our village."

Ming Mo was not used to being stared at by so many people, so he pulled Mingyan's clothes and whispered, "Ayan."

Mingyan held his hand, comforted silently, and said to the children, "He is my friend."

As for other questions, she avoided answering them.

She knew that Ming Mo didn't like to be with them, so she dragged him into her room.

It was very irresponsible to throw the group of children into the care of the Li brothers.

Ming Mo sat at the table, looked at Mingyan handing him a packet of biscuits, and opened his mouth without thinking, "Ah."

Mingyan was laughed at by his as it should be by rights to feed himself, and then just right, "Momo, eat by yourself."

He's eight years old, a big kid.

You should learn to take care of yourself.

At this time, she completely forgot that before she knew her, an eight-year-old child took good care of herself by herself.

People may be like this. In the face of close people, they will feel sorry for the bad experience of the other party, but they want the other party to be strong and independent.

Contradiction is natural.

Ming Mo shook his head and said hoarsely, "Ayan, hello."

"No." Mingyan refused sternly, persuading her in a milky voice, "I always ask me to feed it on weekdays. It's not good to go on like this, Momo has to learn to eat by herself."

Ming Mo puffed up his cheeks expressionlessly, his small brows furrowed, and insisted: "Hello, Ayan."

"no."

"feed me."

"Momo!"

"Ayan, hungry."

"..."

In the end, Mingyan gave in, thinking silently while feeding him.

For the sake of his starvation, this is the last feeding, and he can't be used to him in the future.

Ming Mo's mouth bite the biscuits and stared at mingyan, and from time to time, she called her name.

If Mingyan didn't respond, he would pull on her sleeve, stared at her with those beautiful dark eyes, shut his mouth, and refused to eat any more.

"Aren't you hungry, I won't give you anymore, starve you." Mingyan pretended to be angry.

Ming Mo's expression was calm, with a bit of grievance in his tone, "Ayan."

Saying that, he shook her sleeve, as if accusing her of ignoring him.

Mingyan: "..."

"Okay, I'm here." She lost her temper at him completely.

After all, such a beautiful and delicate little cutie acted coquettishly at her, and her heart softened.

When Grandpa Ming came in with noodles, he saw the two of them playing a name-calling game.

The boy called out, and the girl responded immediately, still busy feeding him biscuits.

What a lovely picture.

Grandpa Ming stood at the door and silently walked over, then walked over, smiled and took away the biscuits from Mingyan, "cooked noodles, eat noodles."

Mingyan was subconsciously prepared to feed him, and was prevented by Grandpa Ming. He laughed: "Please feed, grandpa, good granddaughter, you go outside to watch TV."

Oh, at a glance, he knew that he was older than his granddaughter, and he even wanted his precious granddaughter to take care of him.

Yanyan hasn't fed him yet.

Mingyan: "I don't like watching TV, I'm here with Momo.".

Grandpa Ming suddenly felt a little pantothenic acid in his mouth.