Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Huo Xiao: "You still talk back to Lao Tzu, let me put it down!"

"What's the matter with me?" Huo Ci was annoyed, knowing that he was looking for him on purpose.

"What's wrong with using it, do you use what the dog has licked?" Huo Xiao pointed at his nose.

"Excessive, I'm not a dog! I still carry a virus when I step on a horse, am I?" Huo Ci roared angrily, and instantly felt that he had to leave, that the treatment could not go on.

"You dare to yell at Lao Tzu!" Huo Xiao just saw that he was not pleasing to his eyes. He was angry when he saw him. He raised his crutches to start.

Xiao Qi hurriedly ran to the middle and stopped, and said crisply: "Grandpa, mine is for use by outsiders, and mommy's for outside for use by outsiders."

Huo Xiao looked at Xiao Qi's face and put down the crutches: "When you run out, disinfect Lao Tzu. You can use my good grandson's things!"

Huo Ci's chest was burning, and he gritted his teeth angrily. He couldn't fight back or his mouth. He could only face Ling Sheng fiercely: "Your name is written on the cup!"

Ling Sheng nodded obediently, and actually wrote her name. It was the cup Xiaoqi made for her, and pointed to the cup: "Yeah."

Huo Ci glanced at it. There were really awkward and childish patterns painted on the cup. Mom and son also wrote the crooked words I love you, and their faces went black.

Fuck, really, yes, you are great, you are all great.

However, he also seems to have such a cup, which was given to him by the stinky boy, and asked him to throw it somewhere, so he must find it carefully.

After seeing her father stuffing her the cup, Ling Sheng hurriedly went back to the bedroom, rummaged through the cabinets, and came out again.

Then he saw him holding a cup of the same style as her, making a cup of coffee, turning back and forth in front of the old man at home to attract attention.

Huo Xiao turned him dizzy. He didn't say a word of scolding, and he saw a cup in his hand: "I asked you to sterilize the cup, did you hear it?"

Huo Ci smiled very decently, put the cup in front of him, pointed at the picture and the words on it, smiled cheaply, and stretched his voice: "Dad, this is my cup."

Huo Xiao is presbyopic, but he can see clearly when he is close. On the top is a cartoon character man, and below it is written: My grandpa.

"Go!" Huo Xiao roared again.

Huo Ci turned around, got his wish, raised his eyebrows, and smiled very proudly.

Ling Sheng didn't see it, so naive, how could he be so naive? Are men so naive? An age who knows the destiny, a year past the ancients, can still be jealous for this matter!

Huo Xiao was unhappy, until he arrived in the car after eating, he was still unhappy. He glanced at Xiao Qi, sighed, glanced again, and sighed again.

Ling Sheng was helpless, so he could only ask his son to coax, and pulled Xiao Qi over and gave a few words to Huo Xiao.

Xiao Qi is a little clever ghost, sitting on Su Xiyin's lap, holding Huo Xiao's arm: "Grandpa, Xiao Qi will make you two cups tomorrow, and change them every day."

Huo Xiao glanced at Ling Sheng, moved to tears, and picked up the obedient Xiao Qi: "Oh, my Xiao Qi is still the most filial."

Xiao Qi nodded his little head, then looked back at Su Xiyin's smiling eyebrows, and said crisply: "There are two grandma too!"

Su Xiyin smiled and said okay, watching her husband finally get happier, he sighed helplessly, how old he was, and he was as knowledgeable as his son.

Ling Sheng finally learned that old children and old children, when they get older, their tempers are like children, and they have to be coaxed.