Chapter 569 (1/2)
The little guy thought for a while and asked, ”then why do you hide Li yanye?” Author's recommendation: rebirth as a military sister-in-law in the 1970s
”I didn't hide it. How can I have the courage and ability? I just want to ask him to do me a favor. When it's over, he can come back. I promise!”
Fuan answered all the little guy's questions.
”But your father missed you so much these days that I had to take you to see him.”
”Well... Can I leave a message for Mommy? If she can't see me, she will be worried.”
The little guy is always worried that kissing Mommy will worry about himself.
”Of course!”
Xia Shen, who was going to go back to the room to find paper to leave a letter to her mother Xia Yunchu, suddenly looked back at Yan Laosi lying on the ground and felt a little guilty.
If he hadn't said he wanted to drink juice, the fourth would not have been beaten
”Just sleeping. Don't worry.”
Fu'an said.
It should be that he has been following Li yanye for a long time. It's especially easy to deal with the little guy who comes down in one continuous line.
Xia Shen, who missed his father too much, ran to the room under the comfort of Fu'an.
Fu'an followed, but just stood at the door and didn't go in to see what the little guy wrote.
But within two minutes, the little guy came out with a large piece of paper.
”Is your name Fu'an?”
”Yes, what's the problem?”
”Can you write your name?”
”...” the little guy can't write his name.
Fu'an glanced at the note left by the little guy to his mother and went to see the bastard's father.
But the little guy can't write the word ”Fu'an”. He just went to kindergarten and hasn't started to learn to write.
”You can use pinyin.”
Fu'an suggested that he didn't seem to want to hide that he took the little guy.
”But I don't know Pinyin! Fuan, why are you so stupid that you can't write your own name?!”
The little guy is a little angry.
”Well, my handwriting is not very good!”
The surveillance video of the whole villa is at a standstill, and Fu'an will not leave any substantive evidence against him.
”That's enough. Such a big man can't even write his own name!”
The little guy looked disgusted and then asked wisely, ”what's your English name?”
”... no, why don't you get me one now?”