Yang Chuxia also felt surprised; this kid had such a good mory.
"Uncle, you’re so pretty." This was Yangyang’s customary complint.
The kid wasn’t a parrot anymore; he had started to turn into a little lady-killer.
"Uncle, hug !" He reached out to Yang Qingtong with one hand while holding a little tiger plush in the other.
"Yangyang, uncle is tired from the journey and can’t hug you."
A mother knows her child best; she understood all too well what the kid was up to.
"It’s okay, sister, I’m not tired. Co here, Yangyang, let uncle give you a hug." Although the two buns’ appearance had changed, they had beco more like their parents, and Yang Qingtong could still easily tell who was who.
However, when he picked up little Yangyang and felt a pair of small hands touching his face randomly, he finally understood why his sister didn’t let him hug Yangyang.
"Uncle, you’re so pretty." After saying this, he planted a kiss, first on the left cheek, then the right, leaving Yang Qingtong’s face wet with slobber on both sides.
Yang Qingtong looked at his little nephew with a sheepish expression, eting Yangyang’s giggling eyes, and found himself speechless.
Yang Xiayun and the others were trying hard not to laugh as they watched the two stare at each other.
"Little brother, you probably don’t know, but Yangyang loves beautiful things the most, like beauties, pretty clothes, and gorgeous accessories. He loves all beautiful things, with beauties top of the list."
"Sis, is it okay for him to do this?" Yang Qingtong asked, stunned as he wiped off the saliva.
"Yes, it’s fine." This was answered by Yangyang, who rushed to respond, his little red mouth puckering up to kiss Yang Qingtong’s face again, only to be pushed aside by Yang Qingtong’s hand.
"Yangyang, even though it’s been a long ti since we’ve seen each other, your enthusiasm is too much for uncle to handle."
"Haha..."
The whole group was amused by Yang Qingtong.
"Yangyang, you’re being naughty again." A cheerful voice mixed with laughter ca from outside the door.
Upon hearing this, Yangyang imdiately scrambled down from Yang Qingtong and ran towards the door, shouting, "Handso Dad, Handso Dad."
Yang Qingtong thought he had misheard and even scratched his ear.
The others just rolled their eyes, their expressions showing they were accustod to it.
You’ve been naughty again."
"Handso Dad, I’ve been good, hug ." Once Ye Zi’an lifted him up, the previously pursed little red lips planted a kiss on Ye Zi’an’s face. "Handso Dad, uncle’s here."
Ye Zi’an had heard at the office that relatives from Yangshu Village had arrived, so he hurried back after delegating his work.
"Brother-in-law!"
"Good lad, you’ve grown taller." Ye Zi’an slapped Yang Qingtong’s shoulder with one hand. After nearly three years, this little brother-in-law had grown into a young man.
He looked less boyish than before, but the scholarly air about him had grown stronger.
"Handso Dad, isn’t uncle pretty?"
Yangyang, hugging his dad’s neck, asked with a giggle.
At the nickna "Handso Dad," Ye Zi’an furrowed his brows slightly but said nothing more on the matter.
"Brother-in-law, your youngest, he’s really, really sothing else." Despite his knowledge, he couldn’t find a word to describe the boy.
"Him?" Upon hearing this, Ye Zi’an pinched his son’s face and said with disdain, "He’s a fake son."
Being called such by his dad, Yangyang laughed, his small hands occasionally touching Ye Zi’an’s face.
At that mont, Yang Qingtong suddenly felt it was sowhat like his sister; so year, so month in Yangshu Village, he seed to recall his formidable elder sister touching her husband’s face. Looking at Yangyang’s expression and appearance, they were exactly the sa.
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