My Aunt is Three and a Half Years Old. She Holds a Milk Bottle and Tells Fortunes. the Whole Interne

Chapter 150 My great-aunt will help you tell him.

Mr. Su, who was implementing the family law, was also shocked by Mianmian's hand. He didn't hold the stick tightly in his hand, and Mianmian snatched it away.

Mianmian got the stick and stood dumbly.

　　No, that's not the case. When her mother beat her on the mountain, the grandparents who came to protect her **** had to fight with her mother for a long time!

Because he was so shocked, Mianmian shrank up and stretched his little neck like the old man. He looked at the stick with round eyes, and then at Mr. Su.

She thought for a while, stepped on her feet and handed the stick back, and said with a small mouth: "I said Lin Sheng, you can't do this. Really, listen to my aunt, don't hit, don't hit~"

As he spoke, he handed the stick over and gently pulled it back, his little eyes still full of expectation.

Mr. Su now completely understood. My aunt was experiencing the feeling of being loved by her elders.

 In ordinary families, aren’t the parents who want to spank their children, but the grandparents hold them back? He had experienced it as a child.

Little aunt wants to experience it, so let’s experience it. It also happened to let the two little grandsons know that my great-aunt loved them.

Mr. Su grabbed the stick, retracted it, and cooperated with Mianmian in acting: "Little aunt, let go quickly. These two guys dare to lie. I have to break their legs today."

Su Chaoyu was still crying. He was so filled with grievances that he didn't even listen to what Quan Mianmian said. I could only vaguely hear the key phrase "break their legs", and I was so frightened that I started crying and burping.

He couldn't help but wonder, could it be that he glared at his great-aunt and made her complain? Otherwise, why would ten spanks turn into a broken leg?

Without legs, wouldn’t it be impossible to walk in the future?

Su Chaoyu screamed while hiccupping: "Grandpa, grandpa, I was wrong, I can't break my legs, I can't, I will never lie again, and I won't glare at my great-aunt, I won't glare anymore, wow wow, I'm sorry, I'm sorry grandpa , I’m sorry grandma, I’m sorry grandma, I was wrong.”

“Woooooooo, daddy, daddy, mommy, I don’t want my legs to be broken.”

Su Chaoyu is so scared because when he was spanked in the past, Mr. Su always told the truth. When I say ten blows, I definitely mean ten blows, neither too much nor too little.

 So he felt that it was real to break his legs. His little heart was pounding in fear, and his eyes and nose were running with tears.

Mianmian saw Su Chaoyu crying so miserably, and based on her own experience of being beaten before, she knew that Su Chaoyu was too scared, so she hurriedly took Su Chaoyu off Mr. Su's knees.

 “Don’t hit him, don’t hit him, he must know he is wrong!”

 She is only three and a half years old this year, and girls are naturally smaller than boys. Therefore, the entire body is one size smaller than the 5-year-old Su Chaoyu.

However, the little guy is very strong, so it is not difficult to hold Su Chaoyu at all, but the scene looks a bit funny because Su Chaoyu's legs are still dragging on the ground.

 “My dear grandson, please stop crying.”

Mianmian's little hand was wrapped under Su Chaoyu's arm, and her big eyes were full of distress: "Don't cry, my great aunt will help you tell him, how can you scare children like this? There is no such thing as a broken leg or something."

That coaxing tone was partly imitating the elders on the mountain, and partly what she wanted to say.

  After all, we are both spanked children at the end of the world, so we know what words can best comfort people at this time.

Su Chaoyu was stunned.

He was being held, and in front of him was Mianmian's enlarged, extremely cute little face. Mianmian was obviously a little girl younger than him, but she picked him up so easily.

Furthermore, it seems that my great-aunt is coaxing him?

 The kindergarten teacher and grandma held him like this, very gently, when they were coaxing him.

Su Chaoyu was in a complicated mood and forgot to cry for a while.

Mianmian saw that Su Chaoyu's face was full of tears and he spit out snot bubbles when he breathed, so he quickly put Su Chaoyu on the sofa. In that scene, if Su Chaoyu hadn't been a boy, it would have been a little girl holding her beloved big doll.

"My dear grandson, what's going on? Let your great-aunt take a look." Mianmian said, turning Su Chaoyu over easily, and reached out to pull down Su Chaoyu's shorts. Seeing that there was a stick mark on it, Mianmian frowned and glanced at Mr. Su, then sighed: "Niece, you worked so hard, you left a mark on it."

She should have stopped him earlier. After all, the great-nephew is a child and a junior, so being beaten must be particularly sad.

Mianmian put her little hand into the small bag, took out the ointment for reducing swelling and pain, and applied it to Su Chaoyu.

Su Chaoyu was still lying on the bed, blowing out snot and bubbles. Just when he was thinking about getting up, he felt a cold feeling on his butt, and then suddenly he felt no pain anymore.

"Okay, okay, it shouldn't hurt anymore, right?" Mianmian finished applying the medicine, pulled up Su Chaoyu's pants, and turned Su Chaoyu over again, smiling, "Great-great-nephew, please admit your mistake to your grandfather. Son, let’s never lie again.”

Su Chaoyu looked at Mianmian's face and felt strange.

He sat up, touched his **** that was not painful at all, looked at his grandmother who was sitting next to him, looking at him tenderly, and then looked at his great-aunt who was younger than him, and pursed his lips.

“䱱, weren’t you expecting grandpa to hit me? Why did you stop grandpa? What did you want to do when you applied medicine to me!”

"me…"

Su Chaoyu wanted to say "I hate you", but he couldn't say the words, so he remained silent.

“I didn’t expect my eldest nephew to beat you.” After Mianmian said this, she felt something was wrong again.

 She seemed to be looking forward to it.

So when Su Chaoyu looked at her, she immediately changed her tune: "I'm looking forward to my eldest nephew hitting you. I want to stop my eldest nephew before he hits you, so I can be the protector of children."

"But you look at me like this." Mianmian imitated Su Chaoyu's expression, frowning and glaring, her whole body looking fierce, "Why? We just met, Mianmian didn't do anything bad to you."

When Su Chaoyu heard Mianmian ask, he lowered his head: "You didn't do anything bad to me, but dad kowtowed to you, dad looked at you tenderly, took pictures of you, and wanted to draw you, and uncle also smiled at you. You seemed to be all of a sudden. We are liked by adults, but Chaoyang and I are two bad boys who lied and deceived, causing my father to almost be eaten by a monster."

“Grandma said that if there were other children at home, the adults would dislike Chaoyang and me. Chaoyang and I would be kicked out, and we would have no place to live and no money to inherit.”

These words made all the adults present change their faces.

Well, co-author Su Chaoyu was almost taught bad things by his mother’s relatives?

"No, no, no, how could you be kicked out?" Mianmian waved her little hands, anxiously explaining to Su Chaoyu and then looked at the eldest and second nephews: "Second nephew, didn't you kowtow to Chaoyu and Chaoyang? Haven’t you ever painted them? Grandnephew, haven’t you ever smiled at them?”

Su Chenjin heard Mianmian's question and replied helplessly: "Well, my aunt, I haven't."

Su Chenyi's tone was even more helpless than Su Chenjin's: "Sister-in-law, I kowtow to you because you saved us, and you are the elder. This is what you should do. They are my sons, how can I kowtow to them? But it's just about painting. , it’s my problem, I really haven’t painted for them, and I haven’t painted for you either, I just have this idea.”

 The honest answers from the two grandnephews made Mianmian very angry.

She got off the sofa and put her little hands on her hips: "Okay, you, the eldest grandnephew, this is wrong. How can you not smile in front of your family? And the second grandnephew, you are their father, so how can you not draw if you can draw?" where are they?"

“Mianmian’s mother doesn’t know how to draw, so she still draws Mianmian.”

Mianmian said, taking out the paintings from her mother that she had collected from her bag.

It was a colored ink painting. On the drawing paper, two strange-shaped rectangles, one large and one small, stood on it.

"Did you see, this is Mianmian's drawing by mom~ and Mianmian's dad~" The little breast dumpling originally wanted to show it off proudly, but she saw that the two people above had strange hair and big circles of "sticks" in their eyes. ", couldn't help but laugh first.

“I don’t always look like this in the painting.” Mianmian stressed very seriously, “But I still like my mother’s painting of me.”

 (End of this chapter)