Huo Ji'an was talking with the porridge, and suddenly he felt cold behind him. He turned his head and saw that he saw Qin Yizheng looking at him and suddenly looked at it blankly.

Fatya Dad is wonderful to see him recently.

Don't understand.

He didn't know, Yu Ze could guess some, and he was a little speechless.

He thought that the rumored Qin Yan Wang should be a mature and stable, cold -hearted person, but he did not expect that there was such a naive time that he was hostile to all the boys who were close to his daughter, even if the other party was only five years old.

It's no different from ordinary father.

Be careful.

He shook his head helplessly and said to him, "President Qin, there is something to trouble you."

Qin Yan glanced at him and motioned him to say.

It's all open, and Yu Ze has no arrogance, and said directly: "I need to go to the field in other places for filming. Can you trouble you take care of An An?"

Hearing this, the eyes of the porridge were bright, and when Qin Yan spoke, he directly clicked his head and said, "Yes, okay, the small thin rod will live in my house."

After speaking, she looked at Qin Yan with her eyes.

Qin Yan was of course unwilling. He didn't want to let the fat girl and male creature get too close.

Huo Ji'an was too happy, and said with a smile: "Uncle Qin, you can rest assured, I can support it, you don't need to care about me, just let me care about me."

When the words were falling, Qin Yan's eyes swept over.

Oh, think beautiful.

Yu Ze coughing lightly, looking at the silly son's eyes could not help bringing a little sympathy.

This is exactly jumped in the Lei District. Will he not see the little guy when he comes back?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly put Huoji aside and told: "An An, the porridge is also busy, you don't bother her too much, you will have to take the exam immediately, you need to study well, know?"

Huo Ji'an nodded, "Know, dad, you can rest assured, I am studying with Fat Ya, don't make trouble."

Yu Ze: "..." I can't rest assured.

Looking at Qin Yan, seeing him with a stinky face, and looking at Huo Ji'an happily, Yu Ze still planned to ignore the former and pretended to know nothing.

The play, I have already asked the director to leave, and I will definitely come back on the day of your exam. "

Huo Mingxuan used to go away in the past. Huo Ji'an had no sense of security. He was afraid of children thinking more, so he couldn't help but say a few words when he left.

But I didn't want to, Huo Ji'an was not sad at all. He waved his chicken feet.

Seeing his reaction, Yu Ze was slightly stunned, and then laughed slowly, "Okay."

The porridge also saw the change of Huo Ji'an. When Huo Mingxuan couldn't come, his temper was always easily exploded.

Probably because Yu Ze and Huo Mingxuan were different, the sense of security for him was different, so his response was different.

He used to feel abandoned, but now he has no such concerns.

Of course, the porridge is still a child. I don't understand these, I just feel happy for this change.

Coincidentally, the teacher was asking them to go in, and the porridge pulled Huo Ji'an in one hand, and ran away with Qin Feng with one hand.

Looking at their figures, Qin Yan's expression changed, and finally sighed helplessly.

Forget it, it is estimated that Huo Ji'an is stupid.

Not enough.

Huo Ji'an himself knew that time was tight. As soon as he sat on his seat, he pulled porridge and Qin Feng asks questions.

In order to go to elementary school, a few cubs made bodyguards a little ashamed.

When he was in college, he didn't work so hard.

Sure enough, King Juan started from an early age.

The porridge looked at the question made by Huo Ji'an, a little embarrassed, "Little thin pole, why are you so wrong?"

Why can 57 be counted 11?

Huo Ji'an was more stunned than her, holding his fingers, and said, "Isn't it 11? I count it, one, two ..."

When you count ten, he suddenly realized, "Oh yes, equal to ten!"

Hearing this, porridge patted his head, "No, equal to twelve, how can you not be so simple?"

The porridge porridge is not understood.

When she was a child, she learned divination with Master, and Master taught her to count her.

Huo Ji'an does not understand that there are only ten fingers of a person. Why do you want to get more than ten questions?

He pouted and looked at her grievancely, so anxious to cry, "Fat, can I not be admitted to elementary school?"

Seeing him like this, the porridge hurriedly patted his shoulder and comforted: "No, you can definitely be admitted, not in a hurry, let's take your time, I will teach you again, see ..."

When I finally gave him a church, I saw that the next time was still wrong. The porridge head was big.

She was anxious and continued to count sugar with him, "Look, twenty sugar, I eat five, and how many?"

"Zero!" Huo Ji'an said with confidence.

The porridge said blankly: "Why is it gone?"

Huo Ji'an said straightforwardly, "Fat, you can eat so much, you must eat all of them, there is no left."

"Well ..." The bodyguard didn't hold back, and smiled out.

Qin Feng also sneered with his mouth covering his mouth, and his small shoulders shook.

The porridge drumped, and the eyes were open. "Little thin pole, we are doing the question! Isn't it really eating sugar!"

When she said this, Huo Ji'an's head was also pulled down, "Okay."

He scratched his head, bit his pen, and twisted tightly.

It's so difficult.

Why do you do such a difficult question?

I do n’t understand the porridge. Why do n’t he do such a simple question?

"Come again, look, ten sugar, I take five of them, you count a few more."

Huo Ji'an counted, and finally self -conformed: "Fourteen!"

Um?

The porridge looked down at the sugar on the table. It really had only fourteen. Where did the remaining one go?

Just thinking, the sound of a rampant came in the ear, and the porridge turned his head in doubt, and saw the bodyguard's back behind him, his mouth motionless, and he looked at her with an innocent big eyes.

It looks exactly the same as that when she was caught by her brother!

Porridge: "..."

None of the small ones are worrying!

With a deep breath, the porridge was unbearable, stood up without saying, and ran into a corner and hit a few punch in the air. This was slightly venting some emotions.

Behind him, Huo Ji'an followed out and saw this scene. Looking at her fierce look, she could still hear the sound of breaking the air. Suddenly, she shrank her neck scared.

"Little, Xiaofeng, why are fat so irritable?"

Qin Feng glanced at him and shook his head.

Not because of him.

Poor porridge porridge is young, and has experienced the collapse of parents' counseling homework.
Chapter completed!