Chapter 1938: I beat him

"How did I deceive him?"
Shen Qingci hugged Lao Bai from his shoulder. In this mansion, besides her, who else could Lao Bai be so close to.
"If you ask him to call your sister, you can be their grandmother."
Asu came out from behind a tree and was always here.
Shen Qing gave her a blank look, "He called my elder sister, just because I was young." Besides, if I am not called elder sister, what is it called, mother-in-law or mother-in-law, is she really that old?
This person is very strange, like Shen Qingci, she dislikes going out, just doesn't want others to think of her as a female fairy, but on the other hand, if someone really calls her sister, she will be very happy.
Shen Qingci glanced at Asu again.
"If you don't sleep, do what you do with me, I will marry you."
"He is not obedient."
Asu twitched the corner of his mouth.
"then……"
"I beat him up."
This way, I'm in a bad mood, so I came out to relax.
"May I change it for you?"
Shen Qingci is really indifferent and unstoppable.
"For another, are you growing snow vegetables?"
She just talked about it, changed her personal beating, what was the difference with this, anyway, no one could beat her.
"Do you want my secret guard to off?"
Shen Qingci hugged Lao Bai and left.
Asu followed her again, anyway, she said she didn't want to go anyway, and what to do when she went back. She was afraid that she would go back this time. What if she couldn't help it and killed someone?
But at this time, they didn't know how sad the new guard who was hiding in the dark was, and his tears were very pitiful.
The baby is so wronged, and the baby feels bitter.
Every day I know that robbing her of her job is ignoring her feelings. This is too bullying.
Besides, Xiaoshu has returned to his house, Xiaomu is still asleep, and his breathing can be heard here. It is very long, so you can also know that he is sleeping well now.
The little tree walked in lightly, but also by the light outside, walking to the table, the light coming in from the window, although it is not too long, but you can roughly see the inside of the house. Nothing will be able to overwhelm him.
He put all the things he was holding on the table and tidied them up. At this moment, something fell from his sleeve.
It was given to him by the big sister, and it was opened when he came back.
"What is this?"
The little tree fumbled and found the mechanism for opening the wooden box. As soon as he opened it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and this light actually illuminated most of the room.
Xiaoshu blinked in disbelief.
A bead that shines.
It shines and can be used as a bead for a candle. With this, he doesn't need to go out anymore and can write in the house.
And he quickly put the beads in his hand, and then looked back at Xiaomu.
He walked over and blocked the curtain. The curtain is very thick and can block the light. As long as you pull it up, there is no light outside. After the little tree settled down with his brother, he came over and gave it to Fang Xiao. On the inkstone, some water was poured carefully, and this was the beginning of the ink abraded little by little.
These days, he didn't grind the ink for Brother Bai less, and now he can be said to be very proficient, and he can grind out the kind of good ink the little boy wants.
After the ink was polished, he picked up his precious pen and stained it with some ink. His hand was a little trembling, and his arm seemed to be a little soft. Even the pen did not know how to take it. Up.
He closed his eyes and took a long and deep breath, and then picked up the pen. She obviously practiced for a long time, and it must be possible.
And she seemed to have found out, the feeling of practicing calligraphy before, these were all taught to him by Bai brother, and he also wrote them down.
The first word he wrote on the paper was a bit awkward, but it was much better than he thought.
After this word went on, he wrote another word after another. When he reacted, he realized that the sky outside was bright and his wrist seemed to be unconscious.
Lowering his head, he picked up the words that he wrote. At first they were crooked. The arms were not arms, and the legs were not legs. Now there is a font for the first time. Although it is still incomparable with what the son wrote, he believes that as long as Give him time, he will write as good as the son.
That is, when he rubbed the ink on Brother Bai, he not only wore a pair of dark circles under his eyes, but he also became lethargic.
"Did you not sleep last night?"
Brother Bai asked him.
"Sleep well."
The little tree immediately cheered up and continued to polish the ink.
Brother Bai put down the pen at this moment, "I'm going to my aunt's place to greet you. You can take care of the yard for a good life."
"Don't worry, Xiaoshu knows," Xiaoshu opened his eyes vigorously. In fact, he let him walk everywhere, until he would not be sleepy, and doing the same thing, he was afraid that he would really lie down for a while. Falling asleep on the table.
Rubbing his eyes, he collected all the things on the table one by one, and then found a place for himself, also sitting there, and just like that, he fell asleep in a daze.
When Brother Bai came back, he was holding a little fox dressed in clothes in his arms, and Yifen Kitchen would send him a chicken, and he wanted to give some of this little thing.
He thought that this little fox must be the weird one mentioned in the book, otherwise how would he know that a chicken would be sent to his courtyard, so he had to pick him up.
It came with him, not like him, but waiting to eat delicious roast chicken.
"My son, you are back."
The little tree quickly stood up, his spirits improved a lot, and of course he was no longer sleepy.
When he saw the brand Bai Bai held in his arms, he couldn't help but his eyes widened.
"My son, where did this mouse come from?"
And the little tree obviously recognized it. This is the one from the last time. Although it is dark, he can still see clearly. This one with white hair, a mouse, or a mouse in clothes .
The word "mouse" directly caused the white hair to explode. It is like his brother fox. What he hates most is that others call them a mouse. Now no one calls his brother fox a mouse anymore. Brother Fox has grown very big and big, as long as people have eyes, they will not admit mistakes, but it is small.
It clearly has such a small fox face.
The owner said that the ugly things like mice are very beautiful, how could it be compared with their noble snow foxes.
It was on the table, jumping and bouncing, almost like a convulsion.
The tree pointed at the convulsive fox.
"What is it doing?"