Chapter 62: You wrote it?

The two coaxed and deceived, but the little guy was very clever and refused to listen.
Persuaded, Xia Xia unexpectedly ‘wow’ and cried loudly, and the sketchbook in his hand was torn apart one by one by him.
"Summer, godfather is coming right away, right away, are you obedient, okay?" Luan Xiaotian covered his ears and panicked for a while.
She was most afraid of seeing children, not to mention the howling Pi boy.
"I don't! I don't!" Summer yelled while crying while thundering and not raining, "I just want my godfather to come back, I want my godfather! I just want my godfather!"
"Okay, godfather will be back soon, don't cry." Luan Xiaotian held his forehead to repent, and the devil's temper would explode in the next second.
The potential of bear kids is really endless!
No one dares to refute this shout as noise pollution.
"Master Xia, you just listen to Ms. Luan, and hurry down." The housekeeper knew that Xia's abacus did not take strong measures, and let him jump around.
It just happened to follow his will.
Xia was calm for two seconds, ears erected, his eyes lit up, he threw the notebook in his hand and jumped out of the bed and rushed out.
Luan Xiaotian was worried, and followed him, "Summer, don't run, be careful, the stairs are like..."
The word "high" in her mouth hadn't been fully yelled out of her throat, and the figure at the door picked up and ran towards his summer.
"Mr. Nan?" Luan Xiaotian shouted, "Why did you come back so early?"
Nan Yukong glared at Xia Xia in his arms, "After reading the news, I called you but didn't answer, so I can't rest assured to come back and have a look."
"God, you and your sister first talk, I'll find Grandpa the housekeeper." After Xia Jiao yelled and finished in a dumb voice, he struggled from Nan Yukong's arms, ran all the way down the stairs, and came halfway down. Beside the housekeeper on the stairs.
When holding the housekeeper in the summer, Nan Yukong knew that this was a trick he had done.
Luan Xiaotian naturally knew that he had hit the trick of the summer, and had a headache, and said, "Mr. Nan, I'll clean up the room."
Going upstairs, Nan Yukong followed her and went to her room.
The room was in a mess, all the quilts were thrown on the ground, and a lot of torn paper was raised on the ground.
Nan Yukong hesitated, and finally walked in.
He had just walked a few steps when a small piece of paper caught his attention.
It was a sketch paper the size of a palm, and it was filled with dense small print.
Luan Xiaotian packed up the quilt and turned around to pick up the paper on the ground, only to see Nan Yukong holding a corner of a distorted note in his hand, standing there quietly.
"If the child is not sensible, I will just clean up."
Nan Yukong looked back at her, "I'll help you with it."
Fortunately, the paper on the ground hasn't been torn to pieces, so it can be put together for the time being.
After finishing packing, Nan Yukong took the three or four pieces of paper he picked up and looked at it, and it was full of those words.
"You wrote this?" He held the paper in his hand.
"What did I write?" Luan Xiaotian poked his head and saw the words written on it clearly, instantly guilty, "Where did you find it?"
"I picked it up in your room." Nan Yukong replied confidently.
Luan Xiaotian retorted in his heart, didn't it happen in her room or it fell from the sky?
"So you wrote this?" Nan Yukong asked again without an answer.
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