suddenly let out a few whimpers from her nose and wriggled her body:"Brother,"Wu Ling blushed, her face red. She stretched out her paw and pushed against the hard chest in front of her, as if it were..."You've got to be kidding me."
Wu Ling rolled her eyes. "Uncle Three, how old are you and still trying to fool children That old rascal is quite bad."
"Hey, you little punk."
Wu San-sheng certainly didn't like hearing this. He glared at the speaker and said angrily:
"How could my uncle be considered a decrepit old man I'm only 41 years old this year, still young and strong, in top physical condition. Besides, I'm a handsome bachelor! Do you have any idea what you're talking about"
Perhaps Wu San province was unwilling to admit his old age, or perhaps his health wasn't quite up to par.
After all, he's over 40 years old. It's natural to feel a bit cautious.
At that moment, when he heard his nephew say he was old, his eyes widened in fury. He was so angry that his words came out jumbled and incoherent, quickly denying it.
Wu Ling was spat on in the face.
That saliva-laden idea came at him like a torrential downpour, hitting him full force.
Even the swaying, fluffy fur was subjected to a little spittle irrigation.
Wu Ling, who was forced to wash his face, remained silent.
The little fluffy one who was forced to receive a watering of 'love': "…".
Uncle's love is like a sudden downpour, coming without warning and lashing down relentlessly, making it hard to resist.
Luckily, Wu Ling didn't have OCD, but right now he really wanted to say.
Wow, Uncle Three, you seem to be rhyming.
After being subjected to a shower of affection, Wu Ling wiped the saliva from her body.
Then he seized him, using those tiny clawed hands covered in saliva to pat Wu Sansheng on the chest. He babbled comforting words with his little mouth:
"Uncle Three, Uncle Three, don't get so excited. Calm down, calm down. Getting excited is bad for your liver and kidneys, and the more you get excited, the more it proves you're guilty."
Besides, you are from the 80s generation and I am from the 00s generation. You are already 41 years old, while I am just 18. Our age difference is practically like having an older brother between us.
"You are a blossoming flower in your fourth year of college, but I'm still just a little sprout."
"You say this flower, whose bloom you've forgotten, has the heart to deceive me, a tender sprout of my homeland, innocent and just beginning to rise"
"Don't you feel any pain, Third Uncle"
As she said this, Wu Ling even rubbed Wu Sansheng's chest.
Wu San province: "..."
He took a deep breath, feeling a throbbing pain in his temples.
Damn it, my own nephew is infuriating enough, how come my little nephew is also so irritating
Could this be the legendary saying, "Those who associate with the vermilion will become red, and those who associate with ink will become black"
When he got to this point, Wu Sanshen glanced at his eldest nephew. As soon as he saw the forced smile on his nephew's face, he felt a surge of anger.
Oh, those two little rascals were angels when they were young. He was so proud of them, he just wanted to hold them all the time and show them off.
Now that they're all grown up, these two little rascals are more infuriating than ever, one worse than the other. They drive me crazy!
If it weren't for the fact that these two brats' genes are simply too powerful.
The eldest and his older brother were identical, as were the second son and his sister-in-law. The tear mole on their faces and the shape of their eyebrows were not different in the slightest.
Wu San Sheng still thought these two unlucky things had been switched at the hospital.
Why is this so infuriating.
Perhaps Wu San province saw Wu Ling's demeanor, resembling a mischievous little monkey, and ghostly and cunning appearance, remembering the terror of being dominated by naughty children in the past.
Back then, he made that little rascal cry four or five times in a day.
He was beaten up by his second older brother on the ground. He had a bruised nose and face, swollen cheeks, and it took him seven days to recover.
Seven days, a full seven days. Do you know how he spent those seven days
That's so frustrating for him.
The most important thing is, this little rascal was drawing on his face while he had a black eye and was bruised, and wouldn't let him move. This really pissed him off.
But he still didn't dare to resist, because his second brother was sitting beside him watching.
Wu Sanshen could only press his left cheek against the little turtle, his right cheek against the small red flower, his forehead against a piglet head, and one big dark circle under his eyes. He gritted his teeth and clapped with glee:
"This is so good, it's really amazing."
That experience became a complete shadow in Wu San Province's heart now.
At this moment, he was looking at Wu Ling's smile. That smile was almost exactly the same as that mischievous little rascal had when he was a child, holding a paintbrush and drawing pig heads on his face.
The scene speaks for itself.
Wu San province directly stepped forward and gave this stinky boy a light smack, his mouth saying both love and hate:
"You little rascal, how are you like your older brother, so curious"
Have you never heard the saying Curiosity killed the cat. Sit still for me, and if you utter another word, I'll throw you out of this car and let the wolves eat you.
Wu Ling was tapped and didn't get angry. He smacked his lips and said in a leisurely tone:
"Uncle Three, haven't you heard the saying Curiosity may kill the cat, but when curiosity is satisfied, it can bring it back to life."
As he spoke, his hand remained on Wu Sansheng's chest.
Like Wu Ling was afraid he would make his own Uncle Three angry, she kept helping him smooth things over.
Wu Ling glanced at her little paw and said to Wu Sansheng:
"Uncle Three, you see how good I am to you. Even my brother doesn't have this treatment."
"Hehehe." Hearing this, Wu San province just wanted to "hehe".
He glanced at the scratches on his chest, the marks of frantic little claws.
Looking at his crumpled and damp shirt, he couldn't help but chuckle a little in disbelief.
This treatment, I'd rather not have it.
"You little punk, you spineless coward! You better get in line, or I'll think you're just scratching fleas."
At this time, Wu San province did not know that what he said was a grammatically incorrect sentence because fleas usually like to hide on dogs.
But Wu Ling's small head quickly reacted, he patted Wu San Province's chest and chattered:
"Tut, Third Uncle, I won't let you talk about yourself like that."
Wu Ling's words were cut short, but Wu Sansheng wasn't a man who couldn't think.
After hearing the implication in his young nephew's words, a black line appeared on his face.
"Uncle Three, calm down, calm down. It's not good for someone your age to have such drastic mood swings, it can lead to... ow!"
What if we say people won't die if they don't do anything wrong
At this time, Wu Ling's little mouth was chattering incessantly, but he didn't expect that after just a few words, he would be kicked on his butt by Wu Sanshen.
Wu Ling was caught off guard and kicked, her body trembling. She was like a small ball, bumping into Wu Xie with a thud.
Wu Xie, who had suddenly been struck by misfortune, remained speechless.
Originally, he just wanted to give a light kick, but unexpectedly, his young nephew was too light and flew away with one kick. Wu Sanshen: "..."
A flicker of guilt flashed in his eyes.
Damn it, how come this little bastard is so light With one kick from me, the kid won't be a moron anymore, will he
It turns out that Wu Ling isn't stupid, she just got caught off guard.
He pulled his little head out of his older brother's arms, a bit dazed, his eyes unfocused.
"As I savored the memory of my recent experience, where I flew by like a kite, I blurted out unconsciously:"
"Mom, this is too stimulating!"
This kick really threw Wu Ling for a loop, his Tangshan dialect even came out! It's clear how bewildered he was.
Wu Xie... "Besides being forced into motherhood, I have to deal with..."
He reached out to steady his younger brother, even though he knew this wasn't directed at him.
But Wu Xie had a peculiar and subtle feeling.
Although Wu Ling seemed to have fallen quite hard, she didn't feel any pain. She just felt a little dazed.
He sniffed and was just about to get up.
Suddenly, a large hand with a bit of calluses clamped onto his tiny ears.
At this moment, Wu Ling's dazed brain suddenly cleared up.
He felt the sensation of someone pinching his ear, and swallowed nervously.
Others may not know, but those who know Wu Ling well know that he fears most being touched on his earlobes.
Because the pain he felt in his ears was several times worse than any other place that hurt.
He's the kind of person who feels pain very easily, even from the slightest touch.
Even when he wore a hat, the slightest pressure from the brim would make his ears sensitive, congested, and swollen.
It can be said that the ears are Wu Ling's lifeline.
At this moment, Wu Ling, with her ears being pinched, was like a helpless little kitten being held by the scruff of its neck.
He followed the big hand on top of his ear, looking up and saw Wu San Province staring at him with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
Game over, I'm going to play.
Wu Ling saw the little expression on her third uncle's face, and an alarm bell went off in her heart.
His face, which was previously beaming with smugness, instantly morphed into a grimace of desperation as he pleaded for mercy.
"Uncle Three, I was wrong. I shouldn't have said you were old. Although you are 41, you are still upright and young like an eighteen-year-old flower. You aren't old at all. At your age, you are still a bud about to blossom."
Wu S Provinsi:……
He paused, his hand on his young nephew's ear, and looked at him with a complex expression.
Damn, this is clearly a plea for mercy. Someone who doesn't know better might think it's a declaration of war.
This stinky kid is he doing it on purpose
As Wu Lingyue's words grew more and more exaggerated, Wu Sanshen's face darkened.
Suddenly, a somewhat mournful and desolate voice came:
A man of forty, he does everything wrong. Could his life be so ruined from now on
Wu Ling, hearing the music with a bGm feel that suddenly sounded beside her ear, blinked in confusion.
However, the next instant, as he came to his senses, the expression of slight sadness on his face, which had been caused by having his ears pulled, vanished instantly.
Especially when he saw his third uncle's face as black as the soles of shoes.
Wu Ling couldn't hold back and, as if tickled, leaned her head against her older brother's neck, giggling with glee.
Wu Sanneng: "..."
He was watching his little nephew laugh so hard that he was rolling on the floor, his face beaming with joy.
I don't know why, but the little bit of anger that had just risen in my heart suddenly deflated like a balloon that had been inflated and then let go.
However, the annoying sound that was making him want to smash his eardrums was still going on.
Wu Sansheng let out a light tsk from his mouth, and with an irritated look, followed the sound and looked up.
It was discovered that Xiaoshan, who was at the front, was frantically switching through the car's music player.
Before Xiaoshan was driving, the road was blocked because of rocks falling from the mountain due to heavy rain.
The atmosphere inside the car was a bit quiet. In order to ease the slightly heavy mood, he put on some music.
To my surprise, the music just happened to play this very song at that moment.
Xiao Shanqing, originally a big man, was listening to the play at the back and laughing gleefully.
But when he heard the song, his laughter ceased abruptly.
"Oops!"
He was already a bit flustered, and then the third master even looked over at him.
Xiaoshan Qing suddenly felt a jolt run through her body, and she quickly cut off the music with her fingers, switching to a short story instead.
He thought that maybe it would be better without the music, but turns out, this little story just finished loading.
Then, the sound of a woman breaking down and sobbing loudly filled the air.
"What's wrong with an older man What's wrong with being a bit older! What's wrong with being over 40! I just love him—I..."
Before the woman could finish her sentence, the music playing in the car was instantly silenced by Panzi beside her, who reacted quickly.
Suddenly, there were only a few people left in the car, their breaths mingling with a few muffled giggles.
And Wu San-sheng's "grinding" sound of molars.ome dishevelled bedding was strewn across the bed, and two pillows were stacked together in the centre.There was still a slight indentation on the pillow, as if someone had been lazily lying on it pla...