In the garden.

The little milk ball held Bo Lingyun's mobile phone, and his eyes were shining brightly looking at the trailer of the next movie.

In the trailer.

Not only is there a shot of the village chief's grandfather, but the village chief's grandfather is also full of vitality and has said many words.

Still working hard to protect the small animals in the animal forest.

Grandpa Village Chief: "I love the animal forest, and it is my responsibility to protect each of your children." "

Little milk ball thinks that when the village chief's grandfather said this, it was really cool!

But compared to the little brother ....

That, of course, is still the coolest little brother!

After reading it several times, the little milk ball finally returned the phone to Bo Lingyun.

She asked softly, "Little brother, I know, my uncles will come back like the village chief's grandfather."

Bo Lingyun looked at the pair of eyes that were shining again.

A warm current flowed through my heart.

He brushed it gently, the broken hair next to the cheek of the little milk ball.

Asked: "Are you still sad

" Little milk ball: "... And a little, but just a little. The

flesh's little fingers squeezed together, making a small gesture.

Bo Lingyun chuckled and asked again, "Do you still want to cry then?"

"Stop crying." The little milk ball shook her head, the black double ponytail swayed gently, and there was a circle of red in her eyes, and said cutely, "It's not comfortable to cry eyes, but here..."

She poked her little chest.

"It's not stuffy here anymore."

The little milk ball didn't understand why, but she told Bo Lingyun all the reactions of her body.

There is nothing to hide.

The innocent and ignorant appearance was deeply reflected in Bo Lingyun's field of vision.

His throat tightened.

Bo Lingyun's eyes darkened slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Next time if your heart is stuffy and you want to cry, you can find me." I help you keep it secret and never let anyone else know.

"Really? Confidentiality, no one to say? The

little milk ball blinked.

"Hmm." Bo Lingyun nodded vigorously, "This is the secret of the two of us, and no one will say it." The

little milk ball smiled sweetly happily: "Little brother, I will also keep it secret for you." Don't tell you about crying and thinking about your mother~"

Bo Lingyun's neck burned red.

......

However.

The little milk ball was sad and crying.

This is enough to sensationalize the Huo family and make the men of the Huo family panic and hate each other.

How could it be a secret!

The news first reached the ears of the old man of the Huo family in the villa.

Then.

The old lady of the Huo family couldn't wait to see with his own eyes the gift from Bo Lingyun - the real work of Wang Xizhi.

But Mr. Butler on the side.

But he hesitantly asked, "Old lady, do you really want to see it?" "

Nonsense! Of course it depends! Wang Xizhi's true work is a national treasure! "

The old lady of the Huo family has rarely lost his composure, and he is impatient like a child.

Yomo is too anxious.

He even ignored the smile in Mr. Butler's eyes.

"Yes, old lady."

Mr. Butler bowed his head respectfully, hiding the change in his eyes.

He first cleaned the coffee table.

Then carefully, he opened the gift and took out the one carefully prepared by Bo Lingyun -

boom!

The old lady of the Huo family threw the teacup in his hand heavily on the ground.

"What is this Wang Xizhi's true work!"

"That smelly boy dares to fool me!"

"This is simply -"

The old lady of the Huo family gritted his teeth fiercely, anger surged up, and his whole face turned red.

What a thin lingyun!

When he thought that he had been galloping in the mall for decades and used to play with people's hearts, Bo Lingyun had not even been born.

He played eagle all his life.

Unexpectedly one day pecked in the eye by an eagle!

That so-called true work of Wang Xi is simply a copy of Wang Xi's true work!

In other words.

It's just a calligraphy work.

And on the final payment of the work, there are also three words written - Bo Lingyun.

The old lady of the Huo family stared at those three words with dead eyes, and his angry gaze almost burned the paper.

But after all, he is a strong, intelligent and wise person.

A few seconds later.

The eyes of the old lady of the Huo family fell on the butler on the side.

This gift was indeed prepared by Bo Lingyun.

But Bo Lingyun never said a word, "This is the true work of Wang Xi."

The person who said this.

It's Mr. Butler.

The old lady of the Huo family sat down on the sofa, majestically shouted the name of Mr. Butler, and questioned.

"Qingsong, what's going on?"

Mr. Butler bowed his head to the side.

It's still so respectful, and it's still so calm.

He replied, "Old lady, you also want Young Master Bo to meet Little Miss, right? A

short rhetorical question.

All of a sudden, he broke the true thoughts in the heart of the old lady of the Huo family.

They all know that the little milk ball is not happy today, and if they want her to change her mood, maybe Bo Lingyun can give it a try.

But.

How can arrogant men admit that they are inferior to a smelly boy of six or seven years old.

And this stinky boy.

In the hearts of the little milk balls, it is even more important than their relatives.

Huo Licheng: I don't admit it.

Huo Siyan: Something at all.

Huo Haoran: I have never heard these three words of Bo Lingyun.

......

The old lady of the Huo family is the same.

I don't want to acknowledge that.

Mr. Butler just told a little lie.

It preserved the proud self-esteem of the old lady of the Huo family, and he could have a step down.

also sold Bo Lingyun a face, so that he could see the little milk dumpling smoothly.

Kill two birds with one stone.

And back to the present....

Before the old lady of the Huo family spoke, Mr. Butler said again, "Old lady, Young Master Bo's handwriting does have a bit of Wang Xizhi's demeanor. It was my clumsy eyes that I didn't see clearly. "

Hmph."

"Qingsong, you are really old."

"Eyesight is gone!"

The old lady of the Huo family snorted and reprimanded the butler on the side.

Mr. Butler smiled at the corner of his lips while bowing his head to admit his mistake.

So a little episode.

The hot beginning ended smoothly.

The old lady of the Huo family looked at Bo Lingyun's calligraphy works, and his sharp eyes carefully examined them.

Neat brushwork, vigorous force.

Between the flow of the pen.

It is completely impossible to see that the person who wrote these words turned out to be a child of six or seven years old.

Not even his six grandchildren have ever written such words at this age.

"Hehe, this Bo family kid, it's really not simple."

The old lady of the Huo family sneered and muttered in a low voice.

He saw through at a glance, Bo Lingyun looked at Sven, but his heart was dark.

If not, when Mr. Butler said the wrong content of the gift, how could he react without any mistake and actually go along with Mr. Butler.

Moreover, he deceived the eyes of the old lady of the Huo family.

Hum.

Old lady of the Huo family: I'm not saying that this stinky boy is powerful! After today, he was not allowed to take a step closer to the little milk ball.

Little milk dumpling: Grandpa, we said that we want to go to kindergarten, the same kindergarten as my little brother.

The old lady of the Huo family (gritting his teeth, blowing his beard and glaring, squeezing out a smile): ... Well, listen to Little Sugar Sugar's ~ (defeat again)

and at this time.

The maid guarding the garden hurriedly rushed in.

The maid shouted loudly: "Old lady, it's not good! Young Master Bo made the little lady cry!! "

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