As soon as Hussel said this, several little guys looked at each other, and there was a trace of sympathy in their eyes.
It seems to be saying: Hey, Uncle Yongyi is not as smart as Uncle Lu said.
Thinking of this, Xiao Luli felt that the uncle who used the doctor was so pitiful.
So, the white and tender little hands patted Hussel's arm sitting on the sofa, with big black and clear eyes open, and the tender and crisp milk voice comforted him, saying,
"It's okay Uncle, don't be sad, in fact, we won't either! We are as stupid as you, we are all stupid! It won't be normal!"
Hussel: "..."
Song Qingwan: "..."
Qu Qianqian also hurriedly said: "That's right, Uncle, it doesn't matter even if you are an idiot, we won't dislike you, as long as you look good."
Zhang Yiming and Jian Xiyan nodded desperately beside them.
Zhang Yiming: "That's right, Uncle, you don't have to feel inferior at all. My father told me that a good-looking person can do everything right!"
Hussel: "..."
Song Qingwan: "..."
You children are all so superficial, do you only look at faces? ! !
Also, whoever you say is an idiot has low self-esteem! ! !
Listening to the people from the Hussel team in the corner outside the door, I almost couldn't hold back my laughter. This is probably the first time that the boss has been called an idiot, and there is no way to refute it. The road is desperate, every sentence makes people want to beat them to death! But I couldn't help but want to laugh.
They are simply four little treasures.
The good upbringing that Hussel had cultivated for more than 30 years almost failed. He glanced at Song Qingwan faintly. Song Qingwan clenched her fist and coughed lightly, embarrassed:
"They are just a little naive, cough, this is really not stupid."
Hussel: "..."
He took a deep breath, his blue and indifferent eyes fell on them, and he changed the subject calmly, his voice was still cold and without any ups and downs:
"Don't you want to do your homework?"
"That's right," the little girl raised her hand and patted her head, her eyes widened. "We're about to start doing our homework!"
Saying that, the little girl quickly hugged her homework, and praised Hussel excitedly and generously: "Uncle, you are so amazing! You actually know that we haven't done our homework yet! My father doesn't even know ! You are really amazing!"
The little girl completely forgot at this moment that she wanted Hussell to teach her homework.
Hussel: "..."
At this moment, Qu Qianqian also came over with her homework. Hearing this, her eyes lit up, "Uncle, you are so good, do you know what page we are going to do today? If you guess correctly, you will get a prize!"
Zhang Yiming also became interested: "Yes, uncle, guess which page of homework we are going to write today, if you guess right, I will give you all my candies!"
The little girl excitedly raised her little hand: "Me, and me! I will give my uncle all the candies!"
Jian Xiyan and Qu Qianqian nodded, saying that they are fine, they can give Hussel all their candies.
Hussell saw that the topic had been diverted again.
Lifting his slender and pale fingers, he pressed his temples, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. His blue and cold eyes revealed deep impatience.
Hussle has been in the position of the superior all these years, and no one dares to refute or resist the orders passed on. Now he wants to teach them homework, but is repeatedly interrupted, not to mention how annoying it is.
Song Qingwan seemed to know what he was thinking, and quickly stopped him:
"Hey, calm down, calm down, these four are little flowers of our motherland, the future of our country can't be beaten, really can't be beaten, and if they are beaten, if their father comes to the door, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of this hospital,"
Song Qingwan thought for a while, and said sincerely: "But you can scold them..."
Hussel: "..."
Speaking of this, Song Qingwan paused, and said in a low voice: "By the way... Can you curse people in Chinese? They may not understand m Mandarin."
Hussel: "..."
"Call them?"
Hussel hadn't spoken yet, but the little girl next to her murmured thoughtfully when she heard Song Qingwan's words.
Seeing this, Song Qingwan was afraid that the little girl would cry directly when she knew that Hussel was going to scold her.
At that time, the situation may be even more difficult to clean up, so he hurriedly said:
"Hey, Lili, you heard it wrong, Uncle actually means—"
"Uncle, who are you going to scold?"
Unexpectedly, the little girl not only didn't cry, but opened her wet and clean eyes, tilted her little head, and asked them with a confused and ignorant expression: "Did someone bully you?"
Obviously, the little girl only listened to half of what she said.
Qu Qianqian also listened to a part, mainly because Song Qingwan's voice was low, she could only hear a few words indistinctly, but this did not prevent her from complaining, her voice was crisp:
"Sister Lili, I know! I know! I heard it just now. Aunt Song said that uncle wanted to scold the four little flowers! There must be four flower fairies bullying uncle! These four little flower fairies must It's four big villains!"
Hussel: "..."
Song Qingwan: "..."
Zhang Yiming also came over, staring and said:
"Four? No wonder uncle can't scold them!"
As he said that, Zhang Yiming cast a very sympathetic look at Hussel.
Qu Qianqian couldn't help sobbing: "That's right, uncle is so pitiful."
With a look of pity on his face, Jian Xiyan raised the clipboard to show Hussle: "My condolences."
Hussel: "..."
Song Qingwan: "..."
There is no one dead in his family, so why bother! ! ! !
Oh shit.
I really want to abuse children.
I really want to kill one and count as one.
Seeing that Hussel did not say a word, only slightly grinding his back molars, his blue and cold eyes narrowed, and his whole body exuded coldness.
The little girl thought he was too sad, so she raised her black and bright clear eyes, and the little milk voice comforted him:
"Uncle, don't be afraid, we can help you scold them together! Really! And there are only four of them, but we have five here! Let me tell you, Sister Qianqian and I scolded people very well. Our dad has been scolded and cried by us! At that time, my dad’s eyes were red when I scolded him, and he was about to cry!"
Song Qingwan: "..."
Are you sure your dad's eyes weren't red from your anger?
What's more, you little chubby girl can only scold when you go back and forth, bad father, bad guy, bad guy, it's not as lethal as crying, you can't even curse!
"That's right, uncle," Qu Qianqian rubbed her fists and lifted her fair chin, and the little milk voice said proudly: "You can rest assured to give these four little flowers to us! We promise to scold them miserably of!"
Zhang Yiming nodded desperately: "That's right! These four scoundrels dare to bully uncle you, they just wait to cry to death!"
Jian Xiyan raised the clipboard: Don't be polite to us, don't worry, we won't charge you.
Song Qingwan: "..."
There was no big expression on Hussel's face anymore, and he looked faintly, and even had a feeling of facial paralysis.