Chapter 177
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Originally, the day before, everyone in the live broadcast room clearly saw that Shen Rui, the little bun, did not like Chen Jiao, and even spoke to him very impolitely.
But today, the little bun frequently glanced at Chen Jiao sympathetically.
Chen Jiao's ears turned red when he glanced at him, and his handsome face became uneasy.
If it were not for the age gap between them, the netizens would have misunderstood.
But soon, Shen Rui did not give everyone any room to think. While Shen Yichong went out to buy groceries, Gu Qianqian went to the vegetable field in front to pick two cabbages and came back. He secretly squatted beside Chen Jiao, who was wiping the floor with a cloth, and muttered softly.
"Uncle Diao, Dad is gone, and Auntie Qianqian is gone. It's just us."
"I'll teach you how to write a self-reflection letter."
Chen Jiao froze in the middle of wiping the floor.
The live-stream was filled with question marks.
[Did I hear wrongly? The Diao wants to write a self-reflection letter?]
[What happened that we don't know about?]
[Is the little bun changing the path of the Diao?!]
[… Keep watching. I feel like the little bun is going to do something big!]
Shen Rui, the little bun, didn't do something big as everyone imagined. Instead, he secretly stuffed a pen into Chen Jiao's hand.
Chen Jiao's body stiffened. "Xiao Rui, Uncle doesn't …"
He was not a real child. If writing a self-reflection letter was useful, it would be too easy.
He quickly shook his head and felt that he had nothing to say to a five-year-old child.
"Uncle will continue to wipe the floor. You go and play for a while."
The little bun puffed up his cheeks and pursed his lips. He did not continue to force him.
He only left the pen and paper to him. "Uncle, if you want to use it, you can write it yourself."
Chen Jiao smiled bitterly. He took it but did not write it.
The audience in the live-stream was also a little disheartened.
In the afternoon, Shen Rui, the little bun, was scolded by Shen Yichong for playing with the earthworms outside the door. He cut them into pieces and wiped the mud on the sofa in the living room.
The sofa belonged to the owner of the house. It did not belong to them, nor did it belong to the production crew.
"Don't damage public property or other people's property. Didn't the kindergarten teacher say that?"
Once Shen Yichong released her cold aura, she looked terrifying from head to toe.
Not to mention Shen Rui, even Gu Qianqian, who was eating fruits beside them, could not swallow her food.
Shen Rui, the little bun, was also a little bored. Just now, when he was high, he played too much and didn't notice.
Shen Yichong knew that she could not be soft-hearted towards her son. Without rules, nothing could be accomplished.
"Apologize to the owner."
"What are you going to do if we can't clean the dirty sofa?"
Little Bun lowered his head.
His little mouth moved, but in the end, he remained silent and chose to accept his punishment.
Gu Qianqian did not dare to interrupt the whole time. She was afraid that Shen Yichong would fly into a rage.
"Boss Shen, do you need to be so strict? Who hasn't dirtied their furniture when they were young? "
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