Tang Bao smacked her little lips, looking at Qin Song in a denim outfit, handso beyond comparison, she said with a smile.
"Let’s play a ga together,"
"Okay..."
Qin Song always followed everything Tang Bao said, and the mont the little girl ntioned playing a ga, he imdiately approached excitedly, greeting Qin Jin with just a few words.
"Bro, I’m back, gonna play gas with Tang Baobao first."
Qin Jin: "..."
Qin Jin watched the little girl and Qin Song sitting together on the sofa, seriously playing video gas, his thin lips pursed slightly.
Just now, Qin Song had reached out to hold Tang Bao in his arms.
Because the little girl was so petite, every ti he held her, it was like holding a doll.
Qin Jin’s eyes were filled with an enigmatic depth.
Qin Song was there, laughing and chatting with Tang Bao.
"Tang Baobao, look, the left and right are the sa..."
"Okay, wow, Brother Qin Song, you’re amazing..."
Qin Jin: "..."
Can the ga be fun...?
A ga that doesn’t even need intelligence.
Qin Jin tried hard to focus on the book in front of him, hmm, since Tang Bao ca in, he’d opened to page thirteen, and now, a full hour later, was still on page thirteen.
With the little girl around, his focus was never on the book.
It was all on Tang Bao, occasionally watching her smack her lips, pout her mouth, the two ponytails on her head bouncing around as she jumped, all looking extrely adorable.
Now... his attention was still the sa.
Qin Jin’s eyes flashed a hint of darkness, hmm...
Qin Jin’s lips curled into a shallow smile, suppressing the odd feeling in his heart.
...
"Qin Song, have you finished your howork?"
Qin Jin spoke at an appropriate ti, making Qin Song’s face drop.
"Bro... can’t we just be friends happily? Let’s not talk about work while we’re playing gas, it’s so simple... give five minutes and I’ll finish it."
"Co here and do your howork, Second Uncle instructed to supervise your howork every day."
Qin Song: "..."
Even though he was only four years younger than Qin Jin, Qin Song had always been a little afraid of him, not wanting to do howork nor leave Tang Baobao’s side, but faced with Qin Jin’s serious face, he reluctantly moved over, speaking in a begrudging tone.
"Okay, I’ll do it first... sigh... I’ll play with Tang Baobao later."
"Mm!"
Qin Jin narrowed his eyes, then picked a Chapter of advanced math exercises for Qin Song.
...
Qin Song was forced to do howork, leaving Tang Bao by herself, she looked eagerly at Qin Jin and said:
"Ah... that was so fun, Brother Qin Jin, will you play with ?"
Qin Jin’s heart fluttered slightly at her words.
"Hm?"
"Hehe, Brother Qin Jin, since we’re already stamped today, you’re mine... so it’s okay to play gas with ."
Tang Bao, still excited, went straight up to Qin Jin and hugged his arm with reluctance to let go.
Qin Jin squinted at the little girl holding him tightly, pretending to be aloof.
"I’ll consider it."
"Brother Qin Jin, please... hehe."
Seeing the little girl looking at him with pleading eyes, Qin Jin’s expression deepened, then his thin lips curved.
"Alright."
"Yay!"
"Don’t disturb Qin Song doing howork, we’ll play in the spare bedroom."
"Okay..."
Tang Bao happily waved goodbye to Qin Song, then imdiately dragged Qin Jin towards his room.
Qin Song looked devastated, watching Qin Jin and Tang Bao leave, feeling utterly hopeless.
Sigh...
Hateful howork.
His big brother didn’t have to do howork because in school exams, he always got straight As, so... sigh, the gap.
Sigh, why is today’s howork particularly difficult.
...
The ga that was a bit challenging when Tang Bao played with Qin Song was nearly effortless in front of Qin Jin.
Tang Bao watched as the super difficult stages were easily solved by the man, unable to help swallowing, eyes filled with admiration,
"Brother Qin Jin, how are you so amazing?"
"Because you’re too dumb..."
"Hey, who says, you got stamped by , you’re mine now, if I’m dumb, then what does that make you, Brother Qin Jin...? Even dumber?"
Qin Jin: "..."
The little girl really knew how to argue back.
Qin Jin laughed at Tang Bao’s words, his eyes full of amusent.
"Mm."
Tang Bao smacked her little lips, seeing Qin Jin pretending to be aloof, she was delighted at heart.
Hmph, Brother Qin Jin trying to be aloof, but in the end, still played gas with ?
Hehe...
...
Qin Song did howork until dinner ti.
Qin Jin and Tang Bao had already beaten the ga.
Qin Song couldn’t help but look crestfallen, feeling a bit lost.
Tang Bao was snuggled up to Qin Jin’s side, chattering non-stop.
"Wow... Brother Qin Jin, is this a certificate? What do these words say?"
The little girl couldn’t read just yet.
Qin Jin slightly pursed his thin lips, "Don’t ss with it..."
Be careful not to cut your hand on the glass.
Tang Bao smacked her little lips again, obediently placing the certificate back on the table.
Sigh, icy cold.
Tang Bao followed Qin Jin to the bookshelf, which was fully stocked with books, even many untranslated foreign works.
Completely unreadable for Tang Bao...
Tang Bao watched for a while, then felt a bit dizzy.
"Brother Qin Jin, have you read all these books?"
"Mm, went through many tis..."
Qin Jin’s reading speed was very fast, made naturally with a quick mory, so extensive reading posed no problem for him.
"Hmm..."
...
Qin Song ca into the room, couldn’t help but blurt out.
"Bro, you’re biased, when I co into your room you never allow it, but now Tang Baobao can co and ss around, and you don’t mind."
Qin Jin was known for being a neat freak.
Even though young, he always cleaned his room himself.
Upon hearing Qin Song’s words, Qin Jin glanced at the little figure in front of him, pursed his thin lips.
"I’m just worried she’ll disturb you doing howork..."
Tang Bao’s initially expectant face instantly fell.
Sigh...
Originally thought she might have been a bit different.
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