"What do you think of children?" Mu Yuli accused the child nanny.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Wood." The nanny looked pale and bowed her head at a loss.
Song anqiao blinked lightly, so I’m afraid the nanny of the naughty child can’t take care of it. Can he?
"Forgot to obey and put away the water gun" Mu Yu tried to persuade the child.
The little boy suddenly broke free from the wooden feather and looked at Song Anqiao and ChuFei far evil way "bad guys get out! Go to hell! "
When he finished holding the water gun, he ran to the nanny, who quickly took him away.
Song anqiao’s face looked a little ugly there. These words are by no means children’s words. I’m afraid someone taught him.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Chu and Mrs. Chu," Muyu explained awkwardly. "This child is spoiled by me."
Chu Fei’s distant eyes are cold and somewhat faint. "No matter how good Mr. Mu’s career is, he doesn’t give extra points to impress others."
Muyu looked embarrassed and nodded and said, "Yes, yes, Mr. Chu said yes."
Houmuyu went to change clothes, and the housekeeper of the manor showed them around.
They went to the lemon garden, where orange lemons were covered with branches. More than a dozen manor workers, wearing blue workers and fishermen’s hats, were picking in baskets.
Although Lemon Tree is not much different from citrus reticulata, it is not curious about seeing Song Anqiao’s face for the first time.
"Mrs. Chu, you can go and pick it." The housekeeper looked at Song Anqiao’s mind respectfully.
"Me?" Song anqiao couldn’t believe it. "Can I pick it?"
"Of course." The housekeeper smiled kindly. "I hope you don’t dislike it."
Song Anqiao looked at her with a broken heart and looked back at her. "Want to go?"
"Well" Song Anqiao nodded heavily "Want to go"
"Go" ChuFei far agreed.
Xiao Niangao followed Song Anqiao with a pair of small hands, "Mom should also pick Xiao Niangao."
Song anqiao picked up the little rice cake and pointed to an orange lemon to "pick this"
Listening to the little rice cake, two small hands grabbed the lemon and pulled it hard, but it didn’t come. Song Anqiao held out his hand to help her pick the little rice cake and put it on her nose and smelled it. "It smells good, mom."
The breeze blew through the lemon fragrance in the garden.
Song anqiao let his daughter pick one and sniffed the lemon lightly. Yeah, it’s really delicious.
"Let the bad guys go!"
Suddenly, a stream of water gushed to Song Anqiao Zheng and quickly bent down to protect the small rice cake.
"Little master! Stop it! "
At first glance, the housekeeper saw the little boy hiding in the lemon bushes and shouted in alarm as he ran over.
Chapter 459 Can you give me a hug?
However, Chu Feiyuan slipped the little boy out of the bushes two steps before the housekeeper, and his eyes were angry and he directly took the water gun from his hand and threw it on the ground.
The little boy cried when he stared at his face angrily.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa … Dad saved me … the bad guys hit me …" The little boy twisted his chubby little body and cried.
The housekeeper came over and looked at Chufei with a hard face. She wanted to let Chufei go far, but she was afraid to say.
"Chu … Mr. Chu, you …" The housekeeper said hesitantly, "I’m really sorry that our young master is a little naughty."
ChuFei distant eyes YinZhi chilly to sweep the boy’s eyes, word by word as cold as frost "naughty children owe discipline, since you discipline is not good, I will help you manage it once."
As soon as he spoke, he lifted the little boy to a higher place.
"Mr Chu!"
The housekeeper was in a hurry and got scared. She grabbed the little boy from Chufeiyuan and protected him behind her.
At the same time, Song Anqiao got up, and her daughter’s little rice cake was dry and without water stains.
Zhuowen immediately took out a paper towel to wipe the water droplets for Song Anqiao, and his face was cool.
Song Anqiao turned his eyes to his eyes and cut his facial features tight. Chu Feiyuan smiled. "I’m fine. Don’t get angry and scare the children."
ChuFei far eyes heavy without saying a word.
The little boy cried his heart out.
The housekeeper can’t stop.
Song anqiao walked over and touched the little boy with a smile on his face. The little brain voice was soft. "Don’t be afraid that uncle won’t be mean to you."
As she spoke, she gave her lemon to the little boy, "Here’s your lemon."
The little boy looked at Song Anqiao with tears in the housekeeper’s arms. He hesitated for a few seconds and timidly took the lemon and held it in his arms.