The spacious and bright living room is full of laughter and laughter.
This year, because of Song Qingyou's coma, the Lu family has been very quiet.
It has been a long time since it was so lively.
Song Nianchen was lying on the edge of the sofa in the bedroom.
His big and bright eyes were looking at Lu Qingyue sitting on the sofa without blinking.
When his eyes touched her delicate and cute little face, his big eyes flashed with dazzling light.
The light is like a dazzling galaxy.
"Yueyue is good, call me brother, call me brother Chen" Two days ago, the first thing Song Nianchen did when he came to the Lu family was to teach Lu Qingyue to call him.
But no matter how he taught her, Lu Qingyue seemed to do it on purpose.
Even if she did, it would still be far from what Song Nianchen said.
Lu Qingyue, who was sitting on the sofa and having fun by herself, heard Song Nianchen's voice and couldn't help but stop what she was doing and look at him, and the sound of milking came out.
“Pot Pot Kitchen Pot Pot” Hearing this, Song Nianchen's delicate little face suddenly froze, and he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and he continued to speak without giving up.
"Brother, Brother Chen."
"Pot pot, kitchen pot pot."
Lu Qingyue shouted perfunctorily, then turned her head and looked at Lu Jiye, who was sitting quietly aside, her big eyes suddenly filled with radiance.
She threw away the Barbie in her hand, moved her body very clumsily, and crawled towards Lu Jiye, shouting excitedly as she climbed.
"Brother Ye, Brother Ye, Yueyue wants a hug."
As soon as she got close to Lu Jiye, Lu Qingyue stretched out her hands and hugged him tightly, and then pouted, trying to kiss Lu Jiye's cheek.
Song Nianchen on the side heard Lu Qingyue calling Lu Jiye so clearly, but she couldn't help calling him.
It's hard to describe.
Thinking of this, Song Nianchen couldn't help but feel a little depressed.
He was about to continue teaching her, but when he turned around, he saw Lu Qingyue pouting her little mouth and going to kiss Lu Jiye.
Seeing Lu Qingyue's movements, Song Nianchen's face suddenly darkened.
He stood up at the speed of light, stretched out his hand to carry Lu Qingyue over, and sat between her and Lu Jiye.
"Yueyue is good.
Yueyue can't kiss him.
She can't kiss him.
Yueyue can only kiss her brother.
Do you understand?"
After Song Nianchen finished speaking, he lowered his head and put his delicate little face in front of Lu Qingyue, as if begging for favor.
However, contrary to what he thought, Lu Qingyue not only did not kiss him, but also pushed his little face away with disgust and retorted in a coquettish voice.
"Yeye is my brother, Yueyue's brother Ye, and Yueyue is kissing my brother."
The intermittent sounds made Song Nianchen's mouth stiffen, and then he squinted unhappily at Lu Jiye, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa from beginning to end, his eyes full of displeasure.
The brother he was talking about was obviously Brother Chen, so what did it have to do with Lu Jiye?
Song Nianchen glanced at Lu Jiye unhappily, and then his big eyes suddenly lit up.
He stood up, picked up the cushion on the side and placed it on the ground behind the sofa.
Then he clumsily picked up Lu Jiye and let him sit on the cushion.
When he was sure that Lu Qingyue would not be able to see Lu Jiye, Song Nianchen couldn't help but clapped his hands with satisfaction, raised the corner of his mouth and sat next to Lu Qingyue.
Lu Jiye, who had been silent all this time, looked at the back of the sofa that blocked his view.
A hint of speechlessness suddenly flashed across his cold face.
When he heard the words slowly coming from the sofa, Lu Jiye turned over in silence.
He rolled his eyes, but said nothing.
Instead, he sat quietly on the cushion specially made for him by Song Nianchen.
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