CHAPTER 20

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The thin figure is Ding Yi.

He didn't know when, he came over quietly.

Ding held a blue dolphin water ring toy in one hand, grabbed the other arm awkwardly in the other hand, put the toy floor in front of Chu Jin, pursed his mouth, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry. ."

He pushed his glasses, glanced behind him, and squatted to Song Qiaoxi's right hand.

Song Qiaoxi glanced back along his line of sight and found the back of a short-haired girl who walked quietly and unhurriedly, heading towards the bungalow.

Ding Miao?

Looking back at Ding Yi again, he couldn't help but feel amused with the appearance of apologizing under his head.

It seems that Ding Miao really taught him.

Don't say, the little girl who looks quiet and calm did not expect to be so majestic?

To be honest, it's different from the original owner's temperament.

Although Song Qiaoxi also likes these boys, but she is more eager to be friends with girls of the same age.

Just looking around in the compound, except for a few older sisters, girls of the same age or younger than her, except Ding Miao, they were basically bullied by the original owner.

A little girl of this age is different from a silly boy. She has a lot of grudges, so she naturally doesn't dare to act rashly.

If you rush to make friends with others, there is a great possibility that there will be a large-scale horrible "crazy" scene.

I am afraid that a few little sisters who have been "oppressed" will practice their hands to find her revenge for the original owner...

So far, it's not impossible to become good friends with Miaomiao?

Ding Miao still speaks for her in the afternoon.

It doesn't matter, Ding Miao is also assigned to the fifth class of the first grade in the Normal School attached to it. Then there will be time to cultivate feelings with her.

Let's solve these two naughty bags first.

Chu Jin looked at the three small things squatting in front of him, wondering what the three of them meant?

The little Nuo Tuan headed in the middle rolled his big eyes, put a hand on the book on his knee, slapped the writing with short fingers, and made a light "click".

He always felt that Song Qiaoxi, a ghost horse elf, was making a horrible idea, and he frowned silently.

She smiled, and said to the male dolls on the left and right: "Come on."

On the back of Song Qiaoxi's hand, lightly covered a slender, wheat-colored palm, followed by a short palm. The three palms were like stacked arhats, stacked on the belly of the panda cover of the encyclopedia.

Chu Jin watched her raise her small face and stick her tongue out playfully.

The fleshy little face has a pointed chin, and the forehead is wet with sweat, curled on the sideburns, under the orange light, the little girl is as cute as a sweet apricot with a little sour head in summer.

Xiao Nuo Tuan raised his chin at him, his tone was soft, but his eyes were unquestionably firm, and even with a commanding meaning, "Come up with your hands."

No one could order Chu Jin, even if his parents were alive, they would not speak to him in an orderly tone.

But at this moment, he was stunned like a demon.

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