Chapter 472 (1/2)

Gu Sheng:

Ye sang slightly lying beside the pool, mourning for the dead fish for a few seconds, followed by a small milk voice youyou the murderer of fish

Gu Sheng:

He looked at the little girl with a ”how can you be so vicious” expression, the corners of his lips moved slightly, and could not help defending himself: ”I didn't kill the fish.”

Seeing ye Sang's small face, who was stunned for a second, Gu Sheng held back a smile and said, ”the fish was killed by Shen Chu Chen. Did you forget it?”

Shen chuchen, who just came back from washing his hands in the bathroom, didn't react. He saw Gu Sheng pointing at himself and slowly telling the girl, ”it's the fish he killed.”

Shen chuchen reacted after he finished.

He looks at Ye sang, and the little girl is lying down beside the pool. The cat's eyes are so clear that Shen chuchen almost admits his mistake.

The murderer raised his head and listened to the little fish

The little girl said in a low voice, ”you not only killed the fish, but also its children.”

Shen chuchen's eyes jumped.

Children?

When did he kill his child?

The man pressed his temple slightly, took a deep breath and asked for advice modestly Can Sang Sang tell Dad that his child is? ”

Ye Sang was lying beside the pool, stretching his neck to the fish roe that had been washed clean. The soft little milk voice was a little sad, ”the child is gone.”

Gu Sheng:

He looked at the little girl with tears in his eyes. The man pursed his lips, kept his face unchanged, lowered his eyes, and comforted him: ”go all the way, and the dead will rest in peace.”

“……” The little girl was stunned, and then she immediately looked at Shen chuchen.

Shen chuchen said

He took a puff from the corner of his mouth and seriously suggested, ”I'm afraid Or I'll light incense for his family today next year

Looking at their serious discussion, Ye Si only felt that her IQ had been repeatedly rubbed on the ground.

She clapped her hands, stood up, pulled the little girl into her arms, and quickly broke into the topic with a smile.

”Sang Sang, would you like to help mom make dumplings?”

Ye Si, sitting beside her, was wringing the meat stuffing. Her scallion fingertips gently pointed to the dough on the table. She opened her lips and said, ”my mother remembers that mulberry is the best at making dumplings, right?”

”How about helping mom make dumplings?”

Her voice is soft, with this kind of seductive tone that almost coax children, it really works.

Especially for ye sang, who was not very clever.

She shook her small head, soft milk voice, happily agreed to come down.

Although I don't think when I learned to make dumplings.

But in view of Ye Si's words just now, the little guy immediately firmly believes that he is the best at making dumplings.

The little girl tied two drum ball head, carrying a small stool to sit down, hair curling at them, looks lovely and love.

Mu Chen also looked at her for a long time.

Before the little girl was happy for a few seconds, he suddenly bent up his finger and knocked her cerebellar bag melon. His voice was clear and quiet, reminding: ”come back after washing your hands.”

”Do you hear me?”

Ye Si:

It's you.

Moustache skin.

The little girl raised her hand and felt her cerebellar pouch melon. Her mouth pursed slightly and complained: ”you hit me.”

Mu Chen was not moved and even chased her.

”Go.”