"If I were half as cruel as you, I wouldn't be where I am today." Yan Jia laughed at himself, with traces of indifference on the corners of his lips.

"Uncle...uncle...evil uncle..." A milky child's voice came from the other end of the phone. It was childish and lively, but could not speak clearly.

Ji Changmumo, where did the child come from?

He thought for a while, maybe it was the child of eldest brother Yan Jia. He heard from Yan Jia that his eldest brother Yan Feng had a son who was more than three years old.

Yan Jia lowered his head, when did this little guy enter his study?

The little guy stood at the door of the study, like a little dumpling, soft and waxy, wearing a cream-yellow sweater, with black hair, and his facial features looked very much like his elder brother Yan Feng.

The little nanny had a jelly in his hand. He held it up to Yan Jia. Seeing Yan Jia looking at him, he walked toward him crookedly: "Uncle Evil...here!"

The little guy's eyes are bright, and his dark pupils are full of innocence and cuteness.

He walked crookedly and almost fell down. Yan Jia hung up the phone and looked down at Xiaotuanzi with a grimace: "I don't want your things! And, let me say it again, I am the second uncle, not the evil uncle. You are three years old this year.

Can you call someone? As stupid as your mother."

Yan Jia's words were neither gentle nor serious, but the children could not understand them. They only knew that Yan Jia's expression was scary and his uncle was being mean to him.

The little guy was holding the big jelly, his eyes were watery, he looked up at Yan Jia, and after a long time he raised the jelly in his hand and said, "Give it... to uncle..."

"I said no! Get away!" Yan Jia shouted at him.

He doesn't like his elder brother, nor does he like this little guy.

The little guy was stupid and still raised his hand in a flattering manner: "Give it to uncle."

"What the hell..." Yan Jia cursed, "What the hell?"

He was so angry that he reached out and snatched the jelly out of the child's hand, turned around and threw it out the window.

The child finally understood. He was stunned for a moment, and then cried loudly, crying so heartbreakingly that the whole house could hear it.

Tears hung on Xiao Naibao's face, and he cried very sadly.

"Zhouzhou, Zhouzhou..." The woman's anxious voice sounded, and she finally found the source of the sound, which was in the study room.

Pushing open the study door, she saw Xiao Nai Bao crying. Standing in front of Xiao Nai Bao was Yan Jia with a stern face.

The woman didn't look at Yan Jia, picked up the little milk bag and left, patiently coaxing: "Zhouzhou doesn't cry, you can't run around in the future, don't cry..."

Yan Jia suppressed a ball of fire, his face was gloomy, and his gloomy eyes were stained with a layer of cold frost.

Regardless of whether it was still raining outside, he took the keys to the sports car and drove two hundred yards to find Ji Changmu in Bincheng next door.

In such weather, Ji Changmu was in a leisurely mood. When Yan Jia came, he was repairing flower branches in the flower room with scissors. He cut off all the tangled and redundant branches. The flowers and trees looked refreshed for a while.

"Coming so soon?" Ji Changmu was surprised.

"What are your plans for the afternoon?"

"No arrangements."

"Then I'm here in Bincheng, why don't you entertain me?"

"Where do you want to go?" Ji Changmu was still taking care of the greenhouse. Sometimes he squatted on the ground and carefully cut some small branches, very patiently.

"Take me to the club to play."

"I don't know what clubs there are in Bincheng. I haven't been back for several years, and I won't go to places like that when I come back."

"You are really..." Yan Jia had nothing to say, "Then call a few people over to play cards."

"OK."
Chapter completed!