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    "Brother Xing?"

    Fucheng's peach-blossom eyes were a bit hazy, and he waved to Fusen: "Sensen, who are you calling Brother Xing?"

    Fu Sen pointed to Shen Ning'an, "Brother Xing!"

    "Brother Xing is super powerfulhe" Fu Sen just wanted to say it, but Shen Ning'an gently pinched him and gave him a wink. Fu Sen immediately understood: "Anyway, Brother Xing is Brother Xing  !"

    "Daddy, we are hungry, we want to eat!"

    Fucheng hissed twice, seeing Shen Ning'an's proud appearance, his teeth itched with anger.

    Pei Lichuan is so arrogant, it's fine for him to bully his father, but now his own son is still bullying his son, it's unbearable!  But it is impossible for an adult in Fucheng to be angry with a child, so he can only hold his breath and finish his meal angrily.

    An Qi met her friends and felt better. After the meal, she took three small dumplings to the toy store and bought a gift for each of them. Like Shen Ning'an, Fu Sen chose the new Lego space shuttle, while Jiang Lu  I bought a set of Barbie dolls.

    Shen Ning'an received a gift today, and received a younger brother, so he was in a particularly good mood.

    "Mum, the twins of Uncle Fucheng's family are really fun, can I still play with them in the future?"

    "Of course! But, you are a younger brother, how can you let Sensen call you Brother Xing?" Xia Qiao dared not say it in front of everyone, for fear of hurting the child's self-esteem. Now in private, she must educate her carefully.

    It's too big or small.

    Shen Ning'an pouted, snorted and said, "Mum, I'm not my younger brother! I'm Brother Xing! Besides, Sensen called me Brother Xing voluntarily, and I didn't force him!"

    Seeing that Shen Ning'an raised her tail while talking, Xia Qiao raised her eyebrows and asked, "What are you doing? Did you come up with another idea?"

    Shen Ning'an had a criminal record before.

    In order not to call Misha's sister, he made a bet with Misha in an archery competition.

    Misha is a few years older than him, and she has practiced archery since she was a child. Of course, the little kid who was only three years old lost the game without any suspense.  Xia Qiao's legs cried out!

    Later, it was because of William's birth that he became an older brother as he wished, and he was not so sad.  Later, Shen Ning'an also learned to be good, and he no longer competed with things he was not sure about. In addition, William was young, so he could only be reduced to a younger brother, running behind his ass every day

    "Hehe Mommy, I also have a private competition with Sensen! If I win, he will call me Brother Xing!" As for the competition, he can't say!

    That's his private money, so you can't tell Mommy.

    "Oh?" Xia Qiao was a little curious, right under their eyes in the box, why didn't she know what competition they had?

    "Can't you tell Mommy?"

    "No!" Shen Ning'an pursed her lips and smiled, the little man was old-fashioned, let alone proud.

    In fact, Xia Qiao didn't have to know, she was just curious, what did Shen Ning'an compare with Fu Sen, and did she win?

    In another car, Fu Cheng's long legs were casually draped over the seat. Jiang Xueer took a look and frowned: "Fu Cheng, put your legs back! The children are watching!"

    Fucheng originally wanted to refute, why do you care so much!

    ? As a result, when I turned my head, I found that the twins looked at me with bright eyes, put their legs back awkwardly, and sat up straight, "Okay, okay! Come up quickly!" (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com
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