MTL - The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss-Chapter 3 Don't go home after eight o'clock

  Chapter 3 Don't go home after eight o'clock

   "Wake up, wake up, she looks so polite."

   "Whoops, this little face is puffy, how did you go to the Taoist temple and shave a small bald head?"

   "This is the death of Buddhism and Taoism together, shush, keep your voice down."

   The last old and majestic voice stopped a few people's words.

   The little milk dumpling lying on the bed was half asleep and half awake, rubbing his eyes and opening his eyes, suddenly meeting the gaze of the previous person, stunned.

   It should be noon now, the curtains were drawn, so the room was a little dark, Tang Jin was still dizzy in sleep, propped up his body, looked at the crowd of people suddenly appearing at the door, and blinked curiously.

   A fluffy little breast dumpling, looking at it makes people feel good.

   In front of him was an old man with gray hair, looking in with a bunch of servants, smiling with his aunt.

  Tang Jin regained his senses, looking at the dark blue air in front of the old man's forehead that spread to the rest of the people, and knew that this should be his sick grandfather.

   Before Mr. Tang Tang Fengfu could speak, Tang Jin was flabbergasted.

"grandfather."

   "Hey, hey, grandpa's sweet baby, let grandpa hug him, grandpa wants to die now."

   The old man, who is usually very serious, can barely see his smiling eyes. The little guy looks too sweet and soft, a small one, and his face is pink and delicate when he is sleeping.

  Boys are just different from girls, think about your three stinky boys, and then think about your six grandchildren, how you like the only one and only Miaomiao.

  What happened to the little bald head? We are the cutest little bald heads!

   He took the soft baby into his arms.

   The old man is very rare, and it is strange to say that when he woke up this morning, he felt a lot lighter and his spirits recovered. After breakfast, he knew that his granddaughter had been picked up and was sleeping upstairs.

   "Have you got enough sleep? Shall we go down for lunch?"

   Tang Jin nodded with a smile.

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  At the dining table, the old man's appetite was quite good today. After using more than half a bowl of rice, he noticed something was wrong in the living room.

   "What about the big porcelain vase?"

   The old man frowned.

   For the Feng Shui master, the old man has also received some advice to make the family business bigger, and there is some trust in it.

   "I asked Dad to find someone to move it away."

  Tang Jin was eating seriously with his bowl in his arms. When it came to his professional field, he quickly looked up from his bowl and opened his mouth.

   "Moving away is better for Grandpa's health. Does Grandpa feel more comfortable now?"

   In the past few months, the things that have been kept in the house and that are not good for grandpa are slowly dissipating. Although the source has not been solved, the effect can be seen in the morning.

   Baby granddaughter let move? Then move it away, just move it away. He had long thought that it was there, what would he do if he was accidentally knocked down and hurt someone, but he didn't take Tang Jin's words to heart.

   "Isn't it true, seeing Jinjin, grandpa ate half a bowl of rice all at once."

   "That's because the doctor's treatment was effective."

   On the stairs, Tang Micheng ran down and glanced at the little bald head who had changed into ordinary pajamas. He was stunned by those big round cat eyes, and then slightly pouted.

   "Don't suddenly put the doctor's credit on others, how disrespectful to the doctor."

   "Little Master, hurry up and eat."

   Tang Micheng snorted, pulled out the stool opposite Tang Jin and sat down, and there was a lot of movement when he sat down.

   But since Tang Jin glanced at him, it was as if he didn't have him, focusing on cooking and not seeing his dissatisfaction.

  The old man frowned: "What about the rules for eating?"

  Tang Micheng paused for a while, but just as he was about to speak, the old man didn't look at him, and gave Tang Jin a chopstick dish with a smile on his face, it seemed that he liked this granddaughter very much.

   He closed his mouth again and sat down to eat quietly.

He knew that his grandfather liked Tang Jin very much, because this was his only granddaughter. It was obvious that his cousin grew up in the Tang family. She was a girl and was very kind to her grandfather. Why should his cousin be careful in the Tang family? ?

   Maybe he didn't like Tang Jin in the first place, and it was rare to see grandfather so relaxed and petting, all the problems attributed to Tang Jin being a girl, he didn't care about it himself, so he used his cousin to express his malice towards Tang Jin.

  Tang Jin tried his best to finish the rice in his bowl, his stomach was a little round, he burped a little, covered his mouth, and noticed that Tang Micheng's fleshy face was full of malice.

   This cousin doesn't like her.

  Tang Jin comfortably leaned on the small high stool and ate his meals, disapproving.

   There are too many people who hate her. Whether it's the villains or her peers, Tang Jin has dealt with the more intense malice. This cousin's malice is at most the envy of a child.

   "I don't get angry with people I don't know today."

  Tang Jin snorted softly, and continued to cook the rice. Tang Micheng slammed the chopsticks on the bowl for a while, but he didn't regain his senses. He felt that someone was scolding him just now?

   When he looked at Tang Jin, the petite bag was already in the old man's arms, raising his head and making a whimper.

   "Grandpa Steward, can I give Dad a call? Dad has a problem with his brain, so he should go to the hospital to check."

   Butler Grandpa: …What’s wrong with your brain?

   And Tang Micheng ate half of the meal. Seeing that Tang Jin lost his appetite, he could see that this sister is not only annoying, but also a ghost! He simply hugged the skateboard and prepared to go out, and even contacted a few friends who had made an appointment and started complaining with his mobile phone.

  ‘Brother Cheng heard that your sister is back? ’

  'Don't tell me about her, as soon as she came back, the whole family couldn't see anyone else, and they didn't wait for me to come down to eat, which annoyed her to death. ’

"elder brother."

  Tang Micheng just said these words, the sweet little milk sounded behind him, making him shiver, and he felt a little guilty when he met those big cat pupils.

   With the phone behind his back, Tang Micheng said in a vicious voice, "What are you doing? Go over there, I don't have time to coax the child."

   "I just want to remind you that you have to come back early in the evening, no more than eight o'clock, and don't take the overpass when you come back."

  Tang Jin is a little boy, and in front of a nine-year-old boy, he is only half the height of him, staring at his face and talking, no matter how sweet and sweet his voice is, this content makes one's back inexplicably chill.

   "Students of Shinto, neuropathy."

  The little guy had already walked up to him, the fat boy put out his hand to block, and quickly opened the door and walked out.

  Tang Jin didn't care, he waved at him, "If you have something to do, try to run home, goodbye brother."

  The cat's eyes blinked, Tang Jin looked at Tang Micheng's chubby back with a hint of blackness behind him, his tone seemed troubled, but his smile was super sweet.

   "Don't be the smart-ass type."

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  Tang Micheng stepped on his skateboard and slid down the avenue, holding his phone, sending messages to his friends with a bad face.

   "Didn't my sister go to the Taoist Temple? She studied Shinto Taoism and told me to go home before eight o'clock. Just kidding, the evening activities will end at 8:30. She is really sick."

   'I'm going, do you want to be so evil? ’

   'Your younger sister is really from the countryside, and she is heavily poisoned by feudal ideology. ’

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   The seven o'clock chime in the game hall sounded, and Tang Micheng was inexplicably fidgeting. It didn't take long before he stood up.

   "Brother Cheng, don't you want to go back now if you don't see the release of the new game? What time is it?"

   "Brother Cheng, it's not because your sister told you to go back before eight o'clock, so you should go back before eight o'clock, right?"

  Tang Micheng raised his hand and patted the hands of these people. He couldn't tell what was going on. He just felt a little uneasy in his heart.

   "What do I listen to her for? It's not that she is sick."

   (end of this chapter)