Chatper 369 (2/2)

"Did you take it in Grandpa Li's room?" Xiong Miao asked, with an expression of wanting to teach him a lesson.

Although Qianqian is young, she can also know that he is about to get angry.

Quickly said: "No, tie it. I hid in the cabinet. This necklace accidentally fell off and fell on my head. I don't know how I put it in my pocket..."

He had forgotten it at first, but now he remembered it.

"Is that true? Can't you just take other people's things and know?" Xiong Miao said.

Qianqian is still young, so she can't go astray.

Qianqian nodded with aggrieved weakness: "I know, I didn't take it on my own initiative, I put it in my pocket because of my heart."

"Well, it's good that you know. I'll keep this necklace first." After Xiong Miao finished speaking, he put the necklace into his pocket.

I'm afraid Steward Li didn't take the necklace seriously and just put it in the closet.

Otherwise, Qianqian wouldn't have just hid in the closet and the necklace would have fallen off.

I gave milk to the children, and they fell asleep soon after drinking.

Xiong Miao lay beside them, sniffing the scent of milk on their bodies, feeling at ease, and soon fell asleep.

After Zhan Yeling was busy with today's conference call, he returned to the children's room, and saw the warm scene of one big and six little ones embracing and sleeping.

The whole room was filled with the sound of sweet and steady breathing.

Listening to it makes people feel at ease.

Zhan Yeling walked in and moved the little group that was close to Xiong Miao. They were sleeping like piglets. He moved them away with such a big movement, but they didn't move at all. Whatever position they moved, they fell asleep in that position.

The corners of Zhan Yeling's lips curled up slightly.

He picked up Xiong Miao horizontally and walked to the second floor.

At night, I don't know what time it is, Xiong Miao turned over while raving, and subconsciously went to grab the soft dumpling beside him.

But it caught a warm mass, not soft, but very hard, like a wall that would heat up.

Strange, which little guy is this so strong?

Her hands fumbled wildly over the hot skin.