Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Ling Sheng happily, the triumphant little appearance is very cute: "This is not sorghum, it is sweet stalk, also called sweet sorghum, is it sweeter than sugar cane?"

Jun Shiyan nodded, his eyes filled with a petting smile: "Very sweet."

Ling Sheng sat eating sweet potatoes and watched him eat sweet sticks. After only eating half a stick, he handed it to her: "You eat it!"

Ling Sheng knew that he didn't like sweets, so he didn't refuse, so he took it and continued to eat, and handed him the remaining half of the sweet potatoes: "Fresh sweet potatoes baked in the oven."

Jun Shiyan ate a small half of sweet potatoes. The white fleshy sweet potatoes just dug out from the ground were not very sweet, but very fragrant and soft.

The little girl next to her, no matter what she eats, looks like a satisfied little girl. The food is very sweet, so that people who watch it can't help but want to try it. How delicious she eats, she is very good. Arouse people's appetite.

Jun Shiyan likes to look at her very much, as long as he looks at her, his heart is full, and he helps her to peel the sweet stick.

The skin of the sweet stalk is different from that of sugar cane. It is easier to peel. It can be torn open by hand without chewing. When it is torn off, the hand is accidentally cut.

Ling Sheng was like a little fox. From time to time, he would look back at the man next to him. When he saw that there was a hole on his fingertips, blood flowed out, and he exclaimed, "San Ye!"

The hand that Jun Shiyan wanted to hide was held by her, and looking at the little girl with a worried expression, he said hurriedly: "It's okay, it's just a small injury. Just wash it with water."

"Don't move!" Ling Sheng was anxious, yelled at him, called An Yan to bring the first aid kit, seriously disinfected with alcohol, and asked him: "Are there any bandages?"

Jun Shiyan looked at the little girl's frowning brows, every little expression interprets her very painful appearance, as if it was her who was hurt, and his heart was warm, and he shook his head: "No."

An Yan felt that his father was crazy. After Ling Sheng left, he didn't move the floor while sitting on the sofa. He didn't let him clean up the sweet dried peels and sweet potato peels, and put them on the coffee table.

If you don't move, you won't move, either smiling at the trash or smiling at the band-aid on his fingers.

The key is that the band-aid on his hand is pink, with hellokitty printed on it, which is crazy!

It's terrible. There is no IQ of a man in a secret love. It is true that even a man like San Ye cannot escape the law of love!

The blue team just finished their dinner here, Su Yi came to play with them, and quietly pulled Ling Sheng aside: "Sheng Sheng, do you have a planning manager named Qiao Haolun in your company!"

Ling Sheng: "Manager Qiao, yes, you know him!"

Su Yi shook her head hurriedly: "No, someone called me in the afternoon. It was from your company and asked to sign me. I thought he was a liar, so I hung up and blocked him, and he added me on WeChat. , I refused."

Huo Ci Studio, how could it be possible to sign her such a black artist who can no longer be black and has little potential value.

"You show me his WeChat ID." After Ling Sheng was sure, he looked at Su Yi: "It's not a liar, it's really our company's manager Joe."

Su Yi's eyes widened in disbelief, biting her lip in annoyance, her desire to die was gone, she screamed out, and nervously pulled Ling Sheng to ask what to do? If I refused to say anything, and even blocked the person, would I lose this opportunity?