Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Xiao Yijue lowered his head and looked at Wenshui silently.

"Brother, I don't blame you. After all, you are still young!" Wenshui thought Xiao Yijue was going to cry and felt uncomfortable, so he comforted him, thinking that he was just a child.

Wenshui reached out and touched Xiao Yijue's head.

Xiao Yijue squatted down silently, holding his chubby little hands on his face, and looked at the water very seriously.

"Fourth Master..." Wenshui wanted to comfort him again, but he saw Xiao Yijue silently raised his head, looked at him, and pointed at him cutely.

"Ugly." Xiao Yijue asked the water with his small hands through the air.

Wenshui silently looked in the direction Xiao Yijue was pointing, feeling instantly despised.

"What?" Wenshui asked in shock, thinking that he heard wrongly.

Xiao Yijue was very serious, looked at it observantly, and silently said: "Ugly."

Wenshui jumped up in anger and explained to him: "Fourth Master, you are discriminating against my personality."

"Actually, it's because of the hot pepper! Do you understand?"

When Xiao Yijue was told this, he looked up at Wenshui, nodded obediently, and said seriously: "You are ugly."

He turned around silently, as if remembering something, then turned to look at Wenshui, and said very seriously: "Dad, handsome."

Because he didn't know how to speak yet, it took a lot of effort to think of the words to say each word, but Xiao Yijue was not sure whether what he said was certain.

To this end, he repeated again: "You, ugly."

"Dad, handsome." Xiao Yijue said and nodded himself, feeling that he must be right.

He walked out silently, Wenshui's whole figure seemed to be struck by lightning. He looked at Xiao Yijue's figure, took half a step back, looked up to the sky and said, "Is this young master ugly? Is he ugly?"

"At least Zhuo Shu is at the bottom. This young master is suffering from burns, okay?" Wenshui said, dragging Zhuo Shu into the water.

Xiao Yijue walked out and suddenly thought of the last time he was scolded by Xiao Mohan. He suddenly realized, was he wrong?

He reached out and pinched his ears, silently raised his eyes, looked at the TV, and then moved towards the kitchen.

Wenshui turned around and walked out, only to see Xiao Yijue walking towards him holding a glass of milk with great difficulty.

"Yes." He handed the milk to Wenshui, who stood there proudly and said softly: "Fourth Master, are you admitting your mistake to me?"

Xiao Yijue pursed his lips and held up the milk. Because he was too weak, some of the milk spilled out.

Wenshui squatted down, took the milk, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "Fourth Master is still good."

"Wrong?" Xiao Yijue looked at Wenshui silently, his handsome face tilted up, staring at Wenshui's childish voice, obviously doubtful and confused about this matter.

"Yeah." Wenshui responded. Xiao Yijue listened, silently lowering his eyes, holding his little hands together, as if he was tangled in thought. For a long time, he looked at Wenshui.

"Wrong, wrong..." Xiao Yijue said, with uneasiness and even fear in his eyes.

He didn't know what the consequences of what had just happened were, and he was even afraid of being spanked by Xiao Mohan.

"It won't be the same next time, eh?" Wenshui hugged him and walked to the sofa to get off. He looked down at his fingers and said in a deep voice, "The gauze is wet. Brother, let me help you look at the wound."

Xiao Yijue was uneasy, retracted his little hand, and looked at Wenshui silently.

"Don't be angry." Wenshui said in a deep voice, very patiently, and suddenly came up with a plan. Seeing that there was no one in the villa, he said seductively: "But Fourth Master, do you want to agree to be my apprentice?"

There were heavy footsteps outside, and Han Changqing appeared, grabbed Wenshui, pushed him aside, and said coldly: "Wenshui, you actually secretly attacked Fourth Master while I was away?"