Chapter 148： Clumsy father

The best way to deal with snacks is gourmet food.

Staring eagerly at the few snacks, the little milk baby struggled.

"Da Ge Ge, go on having fun, Lele wants to eat~"

Qin Ping glanced at Qin An coldly.

Qin An smiled, with a hint of provocation on the raised eyebrows.

Qin Ping put the little milk baby down.

From lifted high to the arms, this is also letting go.

This height is just convenient for the little milk baby to be fed.

She continued to look at Qin An eagerly.

"Er Gege, Lele must be delicious~"

Qin An: "..."

Qin An could only feed in various ways under the command of the little milk baby.

A big star with a mental age comparable to a kindergarten then thinks about it, although he can't hold the little nanny, but he is the only one who succeeded in feeding today. This is also a victory.

Children want a unique one.

For this reason, he didn't fight Qin Ping, and squeezed Qin Xi away quietly.

Qin Xi had a bad temper, "Are you sick?"

Qin An looked at him with a smile, and said nothing.

Qin Xi was seeing a numb scalp, avoided him, and went to the other side.

"Wow, it's delicious~"

"This, this should be ~ that, that looks so delicious~"

In the entire hall, many people have their own minds, drinking and talking, only the little nanny is dedicated to tasting food.

Before she did it on her own, there was an elder brother holding her, and a second brother feeding her.

Mr. Tian was stunned.

"This is different from the rumors."

The boss tried to convince himself.

"It's just pretending to be seen by outsiders. After all, Qin Ping is the eldest son and the face of the Qin family. This Qin An is a star and pays the most attention to his image."

He put his hope on Qin Xi.

"I heard that Qin Xi has the worst temper, and has always been at odds with Qin's family, and he doesn't even give Qin Dong face, wait and see, he will definitely lose his temper."

It's also a coincidence that when Mr. Tian was thinking this way, the happily eating little milk baby pointed the finger at Qin Xi.

Staring at Qin Xi closely with big eyes.

Qin Xi squeezed the little paper man in his trouser pocket subconsciously.

There is no doubt that the little paper man beat his...hand again.

Qin Xi also pretended not to care when he was beaten up.

"Lele smelled it!"

The little milk baby angrily pointed to Qin Xi's trouser pocket.

"It's Lele's little paper man!"

Qin Xi: "!"

Qin An wondered: "What little paper man? Do you have any secrets that you are hiding from me?"

Qin Xi turned around and ran.

Little milk baby: "Where to run!"

The little milk baby was uneasy in Qin Ping's arms, kicked Qin Xi with a kick.

The strength is not great, and she hasn't landed, and the soles of her shoes are quite clean.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, the little milk baby bullied Qin Xi in such a big way. With Qin Xi's dog temper, she would definitely get angry and might even ruin the welcome party.

The people who eat melons hold the same ideas as Mr. Tian, ​​and are happily watching the show.

Qin Xi: "..."

Little milk baby: "Lele's little paper man!"

The bronzed skin had a strange red color, and his mouth was tight.

The eldest brother and the second brother also stared at him, Qin Xi's various emotions were tumbling, he suddenly took out the little paper man from his pocket, threw it at the little milk baby, and ran away.

Just ran away.

When the little paper man saw the owner again, he naturally wanted to stick her finger.

The little finger pushed the little paper man.

"You seem to like him very much?"

The chubby little paper man continued to rub the finger of the little milk baby.

The little milk baby put it into her pocket, flat her mouth, looking at the direction Qin Xi is leaving, there is a little panic in her black grape-like eyes.

She secretly communicated with the arithmetic system.

"Xiao Zoubao seems to be sad, will he hide and cry secretly?"

After staying under the same roof with Qin Xi for so long, the little milk baby knew very well that if she didn't like it very much, with Qin Xi's temper, she would never keep the little paper man by her side for so long.

What's more, she did this little paper man.

[Divine calculation system: Don't worry, he won't cry even when the sky falls. 】

Little milk baby: "But he looks sad."

The system does not speak anymore.

The little nanny stopped talking, her mouth was flat, and her arms hugged, looking very unhappy.

Qin Ping and Qin An looked at each other and noticed the crisis.

The opponents they never put in their eyes have grown up.

As a result, when Qin Jian led the little milk baby on stage to introduce her, the little milk baby became even more unhappy.

He turned his face, folded his hands on his chest, and stretched out a short leg, shaking impatiently.

Qin Jian: "..."

He silently looked at his two sons.

Qin Ping looked over silently, and the two cold faces almost froze the people nearby.

The big star is no longer under psychological pressure, and the peach blossom eyes half-squinted, smiling but not smiling, "It's Qin Xi's fault."

The implication is to find trouble, go to Qin Xi's trouble.

Qin Jian: "Where is he?"

Qin An: "Run away."

Qin Jian looked down at the little milk baby.

The little baby is still stomping impatiently.

During the period, she took a peek at Qin Jian and found that the other side's face was quite cold and serious, and turned away dissatisfied.

Qin Jian: "The welcome party is for you."

Qin Ping and Qin An looked at each other and noticed something strange.

Usually this father speaks very coldly, his face is also cold, and his handling methods are also cold. But now, it's not cold, it's blunt, just like a robot with no emotions talking.

The brothers looked at each other again.

Qin An shrugged, and the old man wouldn't be nervous, right? Ha, how is it possible?

The little milk baby pouted and squinted at Qin Jian, as if she was asking, so?

Qin Jian: "I must come on stage to introduce you."

The little milk baby sank her face and turned into a black-faced dumpling.

"If you don't want to introduce it, don't introduce it, and Lele didn't force you!"

Qin Jian: "You have to be on stage, too."

Little milk baby: "Lele won't go!"

Qin Jian and the little milk baby looked at each other.

One pair is cold phoenix eyes, and the other pair is big eyes with anger.

The sound of "cracking" sounded in the air.

Ye Ru appeared in time, gave her husband a push, then bent down, softly coaxing the little milk baby.

"Mom wants to introduce you to everyone. You are mom's child. I want everyone to know this."

In the face of her gentle and beautiful mother, Xiao Tuan Zi always restrains her temper.

She pouted and rolled her big eyes several times.

Ye Ru learned how she usually acted like a baby, put her hands together, "please."

"Okay," the little milk baby whispered, "I really can't do anything with you adults, Lele will just reluctantly say a few words."

Ye Ru breathed a sigh of relief, got up, gave her husband a push, grotesquely, "Don't talk if you can't speak, always do bad things with good intentions."

Qin Jian took a deep look at her before leading the little nanny to the stage.

It was a small temporary stage, which was convenient for the host to speak, and for those who wanted to perform their talents.

There are a total of five steps. Qin Jian walked a few steps, thinking of the little nanny baby, turned his head, bent down, and passed the big palm.

Staring at the big hand, the little milk baby carried her skirt, turned her face, and snorted heavily, showing Tsundere to the fullest, and went straight to the stage.

Qin Jian wasn't upset either. After she took the stage, he followed behind.

The father and daughter stood on the stage, a little bit apart.

In the face of guests, Qin Jian is naturally a lot more natural, and tells everyone concisely that this is his daughter Qin Lele.

"Now, let Lele say a few words to everyone."

Similar to this kind of welcome party and birthday party, other families also hold it.

Everyone understands that Qin Jian's purpose for hosting this banquet is to introduce his daughter to them. When it comes to Qin Jian's children in the future, it will not only be three sons, but also a daughter.

In addition, when I meet Qin Lele outside, I don’t look at the face of the monk or the face of the Buddha, so I can take care of it.

None of them knew that there were still many similar banquets.

The little milk baby stared at the microphone, as if to stare into a hole in the microphone.

Even if it is lowered, the current height of the little milk baby can't reach this microphone!

Noting this, Qin Jian bent over and prepared to pick up the little milk baby.

"Don't hold me."

Qin Jian: "Then you can fly up and talk?"

Little milk baby: "!"

The little milk baby was still picked up.