Chapter 600: Drag him to Sister Lili

Chapter 600 drag him to sister Lili
Twenty-five minutes ago--
Jian Xiyan, who was sitting on the ground playing Transformers, clicked on the voice of his sister Lili in the group.
After listening, he sent the words "coming soon" to the group.
Then he hurriedly got up from the ground.
Then, holding his writing board, went downstairs to find Jian Yi.
Jian Chenglang on the side also heard Xiao Lu Li's voice.
Upon seeing this, I knew that Jian Xiyan was definitely going to find Jian Yi to take him to Lu's house.
Seeing that the dumb father and son are finally about to start a dialogue between the father and son, instead of doing things independently of each other as before.
Jian Chenglang was so excited that he carried the camera, followed Jian Xiyan, and went downstairs.
Originally, Jian Xiyan didn't want to find his father, and it was better to find Jian Chenglang than to Jian Yi.
But the trouble is that if he wants to write an essay, his father must be around to watch.
If Jian Yi didn't go to the Lu's house with him, even if Jian Xiyan went to the Lu's house alone, he wouldn't be able to write the composition, so he could only watch other friends write.
Jian Xiyan didn't want to be left behind, so he had to put a small face with a paralyzed face and went to his father unwillingly.
When Jian Xiyan came downstairs, Jian Yi was looking for beer in the kitchen. He just found a can in the refrigerator. Before the tab was opened, he just dropped his eyes and looked at the phone.
At this glance, I directly saw the news that Lu Junhan was in the group, asking them to stop the little guys, don't let them go out, otherwise, everyone will have to finish playing today.
Jian Yi: "..."
At that moment, Jian Yi thought about what he meant to have a child.
Is it too comfortable?
Still think that there are few people to fight with him?
Originally, rewriting the essay is already a terrible news.
Now, compared with the four little guys who have to write together again, re-writing seems to be a big deal.
In fact, if there is no class teacher’s sentence: When writing a essay, parents must be on the sidelines to supervise and record a video as proof.
Jian Yi sent Jian Xiyan to Lu's family without saying anything!
But the problem now is that if Jian Xiyan writes, he has to be supervised by him, which also means that if Jian Xiyan goes to Lu's house, he must follow.
Still have to follow along.
And once you follow along, you will see the living group of four, or the group of four to write essays.
"..."
He wants to live a few more years.
Therefore, Jian Yi made a balance in an instant. Even if Lu Junhan did not send a message to remind him, Jian Yi would not let Jian Xiyan go out, nor would he let him go to Lu's house, and, together with the other three, forced him to death. .
Therefore, when Jian Xiyan ran up to him, raised the writing board, and said that he was going to the Lu family to write a essay, Jian Yi refused even without giving a reason.
"Don't even think about it."
Jian Xiyan got angry and stubbornly raised the writing board: I want to go! ! ! !
"Then you go by yourself."
Jian Yi said decisively.
It is naturally impossible for Jian Xiyan to go alone unless he does not intend to write a essay.
He pursed his blushing little mouth, a little anger on his delicate and white face.
He glanced at Jian Chenglang next to him, and Jian Chenglang shrugged, expressing his helplessness.
Jian Yi lowered his eyes and saw Jian Xi Yan holding the writing board, stomping his feet in anger, but helplessly annoyed, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he still warned coldly:
"Stay well at home, don't run around."
After speaking, Jian Yi left.
Jian Xiyan's eyes were red, and he looked up at Jian Chenglang eagerly.
Jian Chenglang handed the camera to the photographer, knelt down, rubbed Jian Xiyan's small head, but sighed helplessly:
"My uncle wants to help you too, but I can't help it. After all, your father is such a big man. If he really doesn't want to go to Lu's house, we can't faint him and drag him over."
Jian Xiyan didn't say a word, but slowly blinked his eyes.
Jian Chenglang ignored his expression and continued:
"So, little proverb, you should listen to your father obediently and stay at home. My uncle promises you that your father will take you to Lujia to have fun in the future."
Jane Xiyan seemed to have not heard his words, tilted his little head and fell into thought.
Jian Chenglang said a lot, but didn't get a response. He turned his head: "Huh? Little proverb? Little proverb, are you listening to me?"
Three seconds later, Jian Xiyan pursed his mouth and raised the writing board: I see.
Seeing this, Jian Chenglang thought he had given up, he was relieved, rubbed his little head again, and smiled:
"That's fine, then you play by yourself first, my uncle will have something to deal with later, so I won't accompany you."
Jane Xiyan nodded.
Jian Chenglang stood up.
It didn't take long to leave the kitchen.
Therefore, he did not see the Jian Xiyan behind him, tilted his head and looked thoughtful.
Then he took out his cell phone.
The photographer was surprised to see that he would play with a mobile phone when he was only three years old, so he quickly zoomed in.
Then, all the audience in the live broadcast room, as well as the photographer, just watched, the handsome and serious Xiao Zhengtai wrote in the search bar:
What method can kill people.
Photographer: "..."
Audiences:"……"
Jane father, come back soon! !
Your son is going to kill his father, do you know? ! !
The audience "hahahaha" for a while.
In fact, the audience can see that the input method used by Jianxi Yan children is handwriting.
He probably wanted to write "faint", but the word "faint" is too difficult to write. In contrast, the word "die" is obviously easier, and Jianxi proverbs are more familiar with this word.
Thus, there is the scene of the current father killing.
Fortunately, the Internet is relatively clean and positive.
The search found that there are basically no methods to "get to death", "to fall asleep" and "to faint", but there are many ways to avoid death.
Jian Xiyan has been recognizing characters recently. Although he found out a lot of characters that he couldn't understand, he could barely understand the meaning.
It is nothing more than a knock on the back of the neck or on the head, and you can faint.
But it requires a lot of strength.
Jian Xiyan saw the "hit hit". Although he didn't know the word "hit", he knew what "hit hit".
Think about his small body, then think about his father.
He stretched his hand out, but he couldn't reach his father's neck, let alone his head.
His father could hit him hard and knock him out.
Therefore, this option is directly excluded.
Then, his eyes swept across the screen, and finally, he fell on a certain way somewhere.
...
Jian Yi didn't know that he was very lucky to escape and was hit hard by his son.
At the moment, he is sitting in the living room answering a call from his mother.
It is nothing more than asking Jian Xiyan how is it going, whether there is anything unusual, whether he has eaten too much, and whether he has spoken.
In short, a bunch of questions are all asking that little bastard.
After all, the prince of the Jian family was not called for nothing.
His parents had to call and ask once every three days, and from time to time they asked the psychiatrist to check on Jian Xiyan.
For convenience, the psychiatrist has become Jian Xiyan’s exclusive doctor.
Stayed in a room on the first floor of the Jane’s villa.
Just to prevent any accident in Jian Xiyan, the doctor can be there immediately.
As Jian Yi was speaking, Yu Guang glanced at the Jianxi proverb holding the writing board and the watermelon juice.
Jian Xiyan put the watermelon juice on the coffee table with a face paralyzed and wrote:
Uncle gave it to you.
Then turned around and wanted to leave.
Jian Yi's mother seemed to have noticed something and asked, "Is it a little proverb?"
Jian Yi let out an "um".
"You let Xiao Yan answer the phone."
Jian Yi frowned: "What do you ask him to pick up? He can't speak."
Mother Jane was impatient: "What the hell! Just give him the phone, and I don't plan to talk to him, I just want to hear what's wrong with my baby grandson's breathing? What are you doing so much!"
Jian Yi: "..."
Jian Yi was speechless, too lazy to say anything, and threw the phone to Jian Xiyan expressionlessly.
Then, picking up the coffee table, Jian Chenglang took a few sips of the watermelon juice prepared for him.
It seemed that it was too sweet, so Jian Yi took a few sips and stopped drinking.
...
Jian Chenglang was explaining the matter to the staff, and was dragged away by Jian Xiyan when he was halfway through.
Jian Chenglang: "What's wrong?"
Jane said nothing, but pointed at the sofa with her hand.
Then, Jian Chenglang saw his brother sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed and rested.
Jian Chenglang was stunned, but still didn't understand what Jian Xiyan was going to do.
In the next second, he saw Jian Xiyan seriously lift up the writing board, his eyes gleaming:
Dad Yun (fainted), let's drag him to sister Lili.
Jian Chenglang: "..."
Jian Chenglang: "!!!"
[Sorry, sorry, I still didn’t write the composition, I knelt down for you, because Xiyan brother is too difficult to write, if you don’t write it clearly, you will not be able to understand it, but this chapter has an extra 400 words, which is regarded as compensation La!
　　The younger brother Xiyan is smarter, he is inferior, because I heard that children with autism are actually very intelligent! ! ! 】
　　
　
(End of this chapter)