Tan Chenxiao looked back at Lu Qichuan, who was talking to Gu Xicheng not far away, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Master, Master can't run away anymore, stop looking." Chu Luoyi said, and went over with Tan Chenxiao to talk about the follow-up issues of the art exhibition.
Gu Xicheng stood next to Lu Qichuan with Little Guigui in his arms, "I thought the third uncle just ran away with the third aunt."
"I think so." Lu Qichuan said and hugged the little Guigui.
The little ghost put his arms around Lu Qichuan's neck and asked in a crisp voice: "Is the third grandpa going to have a baby with the painter grandma? But then the little ghost will call him uncle. This is so annoying."
Gu Xicheng laughed out loud and reached out to touch his son's head, "Who told you all this?"
"What the painter grandma and grandma said, Gui Gui Gui Gui Gui Gui Gui Gui Gui Gui Gui Gui Gui Gui Gui Gui Gui Gui Gui Gui argued back to his father, but he heard clearly.
"Oh, what did your painter grandma say to your grandma?" Lu Qichuan teased the kid.
"The painter's grandma said, well, what's the point of living at such an old age?" The kid's imitation was so vivid that Lu Qichuan kept laughing.
Lu Qichuan was not a person who showed his emotions to others. It was just because this little ghost was so cute. It was no wonder that Tan Chenxiao had always been very fond of him.
"Third Grandpa, don't laugh. The little ghost helped you persuade the painter's grandma. He also said that the painter's grandma is very young and beautiful. Why hasn't the third grandpa given birth to his little uncle?" The little ghost's little look clearly showed that he despised himself. Third grandfather.
Gu Xicheng looked at his baby bump, and he was just like his mother, speaking freely.
"Come on, you will have a little uncle next year."
Gu Xicheng raised his eyebrows. The third uncle was fast enough.
Little Guigui made a sound and stretched out four cute little fingers, "Next year Guigui will be four years old."
Gu Xicheng looked at his son and asked curiously, "What happened to the four-year-old?"
"Then you're old." A crisp little voice suddenly sounded.
Lu Qichuan, who is almost sixty: "..."
His biological father, who was almost thirty: "..."
Is this guy here to piss them off
Gu Xicheng took his son back and spanked him on the butt. "Your grandfather is old."
"Oh, yes, grandpa is so old." Little Guigui nodded seriously and echoed his own father's words.
Lu Qichuan: "..."
Sure enough, he is a biological son and a biological grandson, do they all criticize their father and grandfather like this
It seems that having a son is not a particularly good choice.
Or is he thinking carefully
Gu Xicheng held Guigui and chatted with Lu Qichuan for a while. After Tan Chenxiao came back, the little Guigui held Tan Chenxiao for a while before letting Gu Xicheng hold him and go to find his mother.
"Grandma, painter, come on, give me a baby uncle." Before leaving, the little ghost waved his little paw, looking aggrieved.
Tan Chenxiao: "..."
What did the kid say
Tan Chenxiao looked back at Lu Qichuan. Lu Qichuan reached out and touched his nose. Tan Chenxiao pinched him hard before he could speak. Lu Qichuan gasped, looked around, and then hugged Tan Chen. Xiao leaves.
"What did you say to the kid?" That kid is very smart, especially good at learning words.
Lu Qichuan chuckled, "Why did I say something? He told me that you told Yuwei about the child, please let me know." Lu Qichuan said, approaching Tan Chenxiao: "You still talked to me Yuwei asked about this issue?"