"How about, Lao Qiao, I can keep Senbao in your house for a few years, and I can treat him as my godson."

"..." Josnian remained silent, "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

Josnian walked away.

Song Shaoyan: "..."

Plastic Brothers.

Senbao was taken to wash his hands by the servant. He still looked gloomy. He could not find the little villain.

Where has she gone?

"Okay." The servant washed his hands, "Young Master, let's go play."

"Where is Zhibao?" Senbao asked, tilting his head.

"I don't know, maybe it's in the children's room."

"Think about it?"

"I don't know either."

Senbao was disappointed because he didn’t know anything.

Senbao lost his temper and no one knew, so he had to sit on the sofa and play with himself.

After playing for a while, he lost interest. He ran to Ning An and said, "Mom, Senbao is going home."

"Oh, I'll ask the driver to take you back." Ning An never tolerated him, "We will go back later."

"I want my parents and sisters to go home together!" Senbao started to be unreasonable again.

"Impossible. If you want to go back, I will ask the driver to take you back, or wait for us to go back together later."

"You are all bullying Senbao!" Senbao felt so aggrieved and aggrieved. He sat alone on the sofa with his head lowered. He did not make any noise or make any noise, and ignored anyone who spoke to him.

Soon, Zhibao and Xiangxiang came out of the screening room after watching the cartoon.

Zhibao took Xiangxiang to visit the gallery at home, as well as the weird treasures. They were alone, and no one disturbed them.

"Brother Zhixing, what do you want to do when you grow up?" Xiang Xiang stood beside him and asked with a sweet voice.

"Be a policeman!" Zhibao looked proud, "Just like my Uncle Rong!"

"Who is Uncle Rong?"

"You don't recognize him, but he is my uncle. He is so handsome."

"oh!"

"Shh, you can't tell others, I'll tell you secretly." Zhibao doesn't want to tell others. This secret is his little secret. Brother Chengfan doesn't know, and neither does Little Youzi. Of course, his parents don't know either.

.

Especially his father, who doesn't seem to like Uncle Rong very much and is always cold.

He couldn't figure out why, maybe it was because his father was jealous of Uncle Rong having twin babies.

"Xiang Xiang won't tell others." Xiang Xiang whispered to him, "Xiang Xiang's father said that Xiang Xiang's mother is also a policeman, very great and great, and Xiang Xiang's grandpa is also a policeman."

Zhibao didn't know much about it, so he just listened and thought about it for a while.

Thinking about it, she almost cried again. She missed her parents so much.

"Brother Zhixing, I want to be a policeman, but my grandpa can't tell me. Why?"

Zhibao couldn't explain why. He shook his head and said honestly: "Maybe it's too hard. Your grandpa doesn't want you to work so hard."

"Is that so..." After thinking about it thoughtfully, "Brother Zhixing, aren't you afraid of hardship?"

"Don't be afraid. Uncle Rong taught me how to play with a pistol last time. It was very interesting."

"Afraid." She thought she had never encountered it before, but she had seen it on TV. It was very scary. Her big eyes showed fear.

"Hehe." Zhibao smiled and walked with her in the gallery, "Look at the paintings these painters draw, how about you also learn to paint and become a painter."

Think about it and shake your head: "I don't really like painting."

"What about dancing?"
Chapter completed!