✔Farming through the portable space

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Chapter 92

Xiang Yu hurriedly made breakfast, thought about it, and felt relaxed, since he didn't worry about other things anymore, let's go straight ahead and walk on his own path.

Xiaoxiao is sleeping alone now, of course there is only a wall between them, and it is still an inner room, you can open the door directly from Xiang Yu and his room. When their house was first built, although the exterior was in the style of this dynasty, the interior was built by Xiang Yu like a modern small villa, and many of the furniture inside were also in accordance with the modern style. Youran also likes it very much, after all, it is a novelty, and it looks brighter and warmer.

So, after Xiaoxiao got up, he jumped and ran outside. He was hungry and wanted to eat quickly. Who knows, when he came out, he found his brother was still sleeping, which is really incredible.

It was the first time he saw his brother sleeping late, and it was rare that he woke up later than him. The kid was even more curious, so he simply ran over, like a small cannonball, and rushed directly to Youran's bed.

"Brother, why don't you get up yet, the sun is drying your ass?" Xiaoxiao imitated his brother's usual way of waking him up, and patted Youran's buttocks through the quilt with her small hands.

Leisurely woke up after being tormented by him like this. However, the part that was already uncomfortable was still felt a little swollen and painful after being slapped by this brat. Although Xiaoxiao didn't have much strength, he couldn't hold back the thin quilt, and the place where he was injured was so fragile, so he could only take a deep breath, trying to sit up, but it was even more pressing on the wound, and he gasped in pain Lie down again.

"You brat, your brother is not feeling well today, don't bother him." Xiang Yu came in with a bowl and saw Xiaoxiao lying on Youran's body laughing, so he quickly hugged him down, smiling while putting on his shoes Ask "Why do you wake up so early today, can't it be bedwetting?" This kid usually doesn't ask him to get up, unless it is bedwetting, which makes him feel uncomfortable and wakes up.

Xiaoxiao blushed, a little bit annoyed, and yelled, "No, I've stopped wetting the bed a long time ago." He just couldn't hold back occasionally, and he peed once or twice in his dreams, but he basically didn't wet the bed at other times.

Both Xiang Yu and Youran couldn't help laughing, this little guy still knows how embarrassed he is, such a little brat.

Xiang Yu patted his little butt, "Okay, go wash your face quickly, and eat later."

Smiling and pouted, hum, I hate it, I know I'm making fun of me, I'll ignore you, I'm starving to death, hurry up Going to eat, the food brought in by Brother Xiang just now is delicious.

After running for two steps, he suddenly turned around and came back. Xiang Yu and the others were still wondering why they ran back again?

Xiaoxiao ran to the edge of the bed, lying on the edge of the bed, pressing her small hands on Youran's forehead, frowning, and asked worriedly, "Brother, are you sick?" In his impression, sick people are very hot, just like when he was sick, his brother touched his forehead like this, but his brother is not hot?

"Don't worry, it's fine, I'm just a little tired and want to sleep." Youran pulled his little hand down, this little guy really looks like a little adult, sometimes he is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

"Brother, you must get better soon." After saying that, she lay down on Youran's face and kissed him, just like what they usually do to him, a comforting kiss.

Xiang Yu stepped forward and wiped the little guy's saliva on Youran's face, "Come on, give me a kiss too." As he said that, he kissed the little fat boy's face. The eggs in the shell are still fragrant with milk. For the sake of this little guy, Xiang Yu has always raised sheep in their family. He drinks a little every morning, and leisurely share is indispensable, but he himself doesn't like goat milk very much. After a long age, it doesn't matter.