Chapter 458
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The little girl and the others were probably learning eight languages recently. In the pile of homework, there was not only French, but also Japanese, Russian, German, and even Portuguese, etc.
At a glance, it was obvious that the task was difficult.
Compared to Song Ching-wan, Houston's expression was much more normal.
Looking at these languages, it was as if he was looking at his own country's language. It was still a question of how much 1 + 1 equaled. His expression didn't change much.
'That's right. I can even understand medical books in various languages that are difficult to understand. How can I not understand a kindergarten level question?'
Seeing that there was nothing else for her to do, Song Ching-wan was about to lie down and go back to sleep. However, the next second, she heard Little Lu Li's childish voice say:
"Uncle Yongyi, do you know what 'I love you' means?"
Song Ching-wan: "…"
Song Ching-wan: "???"
Damn it.
Where's my knife!!!
Previously, Song Ching-wan heard Lu Qidong say that Li Li and Houston were going to kiss. She didn't quite believe it. After all, they were the only ones who kissed the little girl's chubby little face in the past. And so far, the little girl had only kissed her father.
Now it seemed that her brother was right!
This chubby little girl had her eyes on her man!!!
However, Song Ching-wan obviously had more than one little love rival. Qu Qianqian couldn't help but come over. Her cheeks were red as she bashfully said:
"That's right, Uncle. How do you say 'I love you'?"
This uncle is so good-looking, and he has blue eyes and blond hair. He's so beautiful!
Thinking of this, Qu Qianqian's little face turned even redder. Her eyes were full of reluctance, like a young girl who had just fallen in love and saw her first boyfriend. The corners of her eyes were full of shyness.
Song Ching-wan: "…"
Seducing her man in front of her!
Did she really think she was dead?!
Zhang Yiming and Jian Xi Yan also looked at him eagerly. Obviously, they also wanted to learn.
However, before Houston could refuse, Song Ching-wan hurriedly coughed softly and said:
"That … your uncle doesn't know how to say this. He's stupid. You should ask him for homework!"
"Really?"
The little girl was obviously a little dejected, but she still didn't give up. She looked at Hughes with her clear black eyes. "Uncle, you really don't know how?"
In fact, the little girls didn't mean anything else when they asked "I love you". When they were learning English, the first sentence they learned was "I love you". This kind of sentence was short and easy to learn.
Just as Hughes was about to speak, Song Ching-wan lightly coughed twice.
Houston glanced sideways at Song Ching-wan, but Song Ching-wan didn't look at him. Instead, she grabbed the fruit knife on the table and looked at it. Her wrist moved slightly, and the silver-white knife gleamed coldly. It looked very lethal, and the threat was self-evident.
Houston sneered, "Childish."
But when he turned his head and met the little girl's wet and expectant black eyes, he said with a cold voice,
"Yes."
Sure enough, as soon as he said this, Song Ching-wan put the knife back in her hand as if nothing had happened. She heaved a sigh of relief and was about to lie down and go back to sleep when she heard the little girl persistently say:
"Then what about 'I like you'? Uncle, do you know how to say this? "
Song Ching-wan: "…"
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