ST3YC Chapter 7.3

Unlike the surging wind outside, the Fu family was quite calm at this time.

 

Qingqing was not as others imagined, because this incident left no psychological shadow.

 

She was wearing a little wet clothes at this time, her hair sticking to her face squishyly, holding a water gun full of ‘ammunition/pills’ in her hand, screaming indiscriminately, spraying water everywhere in the house.

 

“Hey…” Qingqing smirked mischievously.

 

She pointed at Fu Sishen, looking at his frightened face.

 

“You… don’t come over, don’t come over again… don’t come over, I will call someone!”

 

He looks like a good housewife who is molested by a bully.

 

“There is no one at home.” Qing Qing has no fear.

 

Fu Sishen now fully understand what it means to be self-inflicted and not to live.

 

He just saw the news on the Internet and was worried that Qingqing might be in a bad mood or something, so he deliberately ordered a delivery and sent a lot of toys to her, wanting to make Qingqing happy.

 

Who knew that when Qingqing saw the Mizuki water gun in the toy pile, she immediately wanted to play the Mizuki water gun, and insisted that Fu Sishen play with her.

 

In order to deal with follow-up matters, Fu Heng had gone out a long time ago, and Fu Sijin had to work overtime, so there was only Fu Sishen left at home to look after the child.

 

But Fu Sishen himself is an older child, how can he be reliable?

 

What will happen if two bear kids play in the water together? Just look at the disaster site that looked like the Fu family had just experienced a tsunami.

 

Not only that, Fu Sishen, who had lost the Mizuki water gun battle, was exhausted and didn’t want to play.

 

But Qingqing, who tasted interesting and energetic, didn’t want to stop. She continued to play wildly with the new toys, making the messy home even more messier, and seeing this Fu Sishen was frightened.

 

After realizing it, he only felt a chill in the back of his neck.

 

He finally realized that he might suffer.

 

At this time, the door of the Fu family was opened from the outside, and a slender figure in a straight suit appeared behind the door.

 

He was immediately sprayed and then he became irritated.

 

“Qingqing!” Fu Sishen shouted in shock.

 

Qingqing was frightened and shivered. The water gun in her hand fell on the ground and she did not dare to pick it up. She stared timidly at the visitor at the door, knowing that she was in trouble.

 

“Uncle, I’m sorry, my mother… Qingqing didn’t mean it, you wipe it quickly.” Looking left and right, but he didn’t find a clean cloth to wipe Gu Lan’s face, Fu Sishen felt a little numb.

 

What if his uncle gets angry?

 

Should he wait for the big or small first?

 

“…”

 

Wiping the drops of water on his face, Gu Lan took a deep breath, pressed down the green veins that jumped joyfully on his forehead one by one, and then pulled the corners of his mouth apart without a smile: “This is the welcome ceremony of your Fu family?”

 

Undoubtedly an ironic tone.

 

“Yes… I’m sorry.”

 

Qingqing, who was conscious of something wrong, gingerly came in front of Gu Lan, and apologized obediently with her head hanging down.

 

The water droplets on her hair couldn’t withstand the call of gravity, and dropped along the tips of her hair, dripping on the ground, splashing a few small splashes, and looking down from the height, it was like Qingqing crying.

 

Gu Lan froze, and then said, “I didn’t blame you for you to be crying.”

 

Secretly glanced again.

 

She’s so annoying, how come the “tears” are still falling.

 

He rudely pulled the clean towel Fu Sishen tried so hard to find and put it on Qingqing’s head, rubbing her head with both hands.