The real boss is the pet of the wealthy small group

Mrs. Han was carrying Meng Bao to sit on a high stool. The "neighbor" to Meng Bao's left was Han Ziqian, a brat who would say "I've seen this sister before" as soon as they met.

Lin Wan instantly understood that she had fallen into a trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain.

This Ling Can is still the same as when she was a child, she will come to play with her when she can't fight her clearly, damn it!

But due to the presence of Mr. Miluo, Lin Wan didn't want to make too much trouble, and finally Ling Can had a conscience and knew to leave the position on Meng Bao's right hand to her.

Lin Wan patiently sat down beside Meng Bao.

Although he sat down, he gave Ling Can a fierce look.

The other party stared back, not to be outdone.

Ling Can was upset, she also wanted to sit next to Meng Bao, but if she occupied both seats, Lin Wan, her own mother, would never agree.

The opportunity to have dinner side by side with Meng Bao can only be reluctantly given to his son.

Who made these two young geniuses match each other?

Oh no, it can't be said that way, Meng Bao is so cute, and his own brat is like an ice cube, cold and hard, after all, it's still the Han family who wins.

Lin Wan saw that Ling Can was wronged because he got the advantage, she couldn't bear it, she smiled and said, "Hey, isn't this Mrs. Han, why not only came here in person, but also brought her son with her?"

Mrs. Han did not change her face, and she had an elegant and decent smile on her face: "Yes, Lao Han is on a business trip, and Gouzi is afraid of the dark when he is alone at home."

Han Ziqian, who was afraid of the dark, said it didn't matter.

The childish women are fighting openly and secretly to drag him into the water...

Good men don't fight with women, let them be fine.

Hearing this, Meng Bao tilted his head and looked at Han Ziqian, a little confused. This brother looked cold, so he thought he was very courageous.

I didn't expect to be afraid of the dark, and I can't even compare with Meng Bao.

Whatever Meng Bao was thinking in his heart was honestly reflected on his face.

Han Ziqian suddenly felt that Xiaoshuai's face turned hot, and blurted out: "Mom, did you remember correctly, I'm not afraid of the dark, I'm not even afraid of thunder!"

Seeing the doubts on Meng Bao's face disappear, Han Ziqian felt a little better.

Mrs. Han, who was demolished in public, had already raised her high heels, and was about to step on her son's instep, when she caught a glimpse of her son's expression, she suddenly lost her temper.

Smiling and nodding: "Yes, Mom remembers wrongly, we Ziqian are the bravest."

Sure enough, Han Ziqian, who was always immune to compliments, sat up straighter already.

Mrs. Han was relieved that this brat finally looked like a child, which is quite cute.

But Lin Wansheng was afraid that some other children would praise Mengbao but not, so she quickly said: "Our Mengbao is also very brave."

Meng Bao was also very happy to be praised, she seriously agreed: "Mom is right."

"What kind of bravery?" Han Ziqian beside him asked abruptly.

Just... curious.

Meng Bao tilted his head and glanced at him, raised his big eyes to look at the beautiful dome, blinked his eyes badly, and thought about it seriously.

After not hearing an answer for a while, Han Ziqian couldn't help turning his head to look over, and saw that the profile of Meng Bao's profile was delicate, soft and beautiful, and his slightly bulging cheeks looked like a small peach, so cute.

A pair of long eyelashes blinked like a little elf.

Han Ziqian was so cute again, he felt faintly uneasy, always thinking that what's the matter with girls being cute?

It can't go on like this.

So he started finding fault.

Well, a little thin, and the skin is a little yellow.

In short, it seems to be a bit malnourished.

In addition, he can't even count arithmetic, which is another deduction item.

Look, there is no shortage of flaws in Meng Bao, what is lacking is a pair of eyes to spot flaws!

Han Ziqian was forcibly criticizing in his heart, when he suddenly heard the voice of the imperfect cutie beside him opening his mouth childishly.

"Like my little brother, Meng Bao is not afraid of the dark or thunder. Then, Meng Bao dared to go to the forest to chop firewood and pick fruits at dawn. Once, Meng Bao fell from a very high tree and his butt fell. But it hurts, I didn't even cry..."

When the adults heard Meng Bao's words, their faces were full of distress, and they tried their best to praise her for being brave.

Many small question marks appeared in Han Ziqian's mind instantly.

Isn't Meng Bao Ji Jingyue's younger sister? Why does she still have to chop firewood and pick fruits?

Still climbing trees and falling down with no one around to watch?

He quietly sent messages to his buddies.

hzq: 【Your sister participated in "Metamorphosis"? 】

This is a variety show where urban and rural children exchange their living environments. Han Ziqian has never watched it, but he has heard of it.

Lin Zhongyue: [No, why do you ask such a question? 】

hzq: [She said that she wanted to pick fruit and chop firewood, and she fell from the tree. 】

Lin Zhongyue: 【When did it happen?Does my sister matter? 】

Lin Zhongyue: [Eh, that's not right, she said? ? ? 】

Lin Zhongyue: [What did my sister tell you?Are you together?where are you 】

Han Ziqian was about to send the location, when he suddenly thought that this little milk cat's real brother was coming, would he step aside?

Somehow, that picture made him a little reluctant, so he replied: [The phone is out of battery. 】

Shut down decisively.

Ji Jingyue, who didn't get a response, and couldn't get through to her best friend's phone, was in a bad mood.

Meng Bao didn't have a mobile phone, so he tried calling Lin Wan.

It's a pity that Lin Wan muted her phone and put it in her bag.

Ji Jingyue called her father again.

Ji Huanyu looked shocked: "Son, did you drift away or I drifted away, your mother's itinerary, is that something we can ask?"

It's strange, the men of Ji's family have always been very masculine. The youngest son, a mama boy, usually exists like a representative of the male moral class. What's going on today?

Ji Jingyue, who had gained nothing, was in great pain. He decided to stop the pain with pain, so he opened a C volume of the Olympiad Lectures with a determined face, and did the hell-difficult Olympiad questions with a grim face...

**

Inside the Rose Hall of the French Private Club.

Well-trained waiters came in one after another carrying silver carved dinner plates, which contained today's appetizers.

This is a Roscoff lobster with celery in a sweet shamrock condensed sauce.

There are also a few slices of French bread cut into round thin slices, baked soft and crispy.

Looking at the food in front of her, Lin Wan understood, she smiled and told Meng Bao softly, "It seems that what I ate today is a standard French state banquet."

"Guoyan?"

Meng Bao's eyes widened again, the French eat little swallows?

Coincidentally, the dinner plate was brought to Meng Bao, and the lobster meat and colorful side dishes were arranged in the shape of a bird, which was lifelike.

Meng Bao remembered that in the village, one of her few joys was watching the little swallows flying around in the sky deftly and beautifully when spring returned to the earth.

There was once a pair of swallows who built a nest on the eaves of their house. Meng Bao climbed up and looked at the four milky white swallow eggs in the swallow's nest. He felt a little greedy, but it was more for the little life. Curious and caring hearts are about to be born.

Until early summer, under the joint care of the swallows' parents, the little swallows hatched.

They are all pink and bald with their eyes closed, and each one has its head upturned and its mouth opened wide.

Meng Bao watched them grow up little by little, they could fly in less than a month, and then left the nest one after another.

Meng Bao, who witnessed the whole process, felt like a little mother.

To Meng Bao, Little Swallow is a friend just like a dog.

But now the friend was "killed" and was still lying on the dinner plate.

Could there be little swallows that she watched growing up, or their parents?

Meng Bao's imagination became more and more free, her little mouth trembled, what should I do, she felt that she really wanted to cry, but would it be rude?

"What's wrong with Mengbao?" Lin Wan asked nervously, confused.

The adults are very worried one by one.

Only Han Ziqian looked very calm. He recalled the whole reaction of Meng Bao just now, and felt that he seemed to know the reason.