Chapter 220: Chapter 220: What Grows from Wood Will Always Be Wood
When her amazed gaze fell upon Little Jia You, her hands tightly gripped the arm of the person next to her, muttering incredulously, "An Nan, An Nan, how did you give birth to this handsome little fellow? He’s just too adorable."
Saying that, she wanted to reach out and pinch the little fellow’s handsome face, but was deftly dodged: "Don’t pinch my face."
"Oh dear, the little handsome boy is upset. Don’t be like that, Auntie just really likes you, that’s why I want to pinch your cheeks." Lan Xinxixi said, trying again to pinch his little handsome face.
An Jiayou quickly moved towards An Nan’s side, and deliberately shouted loudly, "A bunch of creepy uncles are too scary."
’Pfft,’ not only did An Nan laugh, but everyone present laughed. Only Lan Xinxixi’s face twisted into a knot, though she laughed shortly after. Just then, An Nan spoke again: "Jiayou, you shouldn’t be so rude."
"Got it."
Just as he was about to apologize to Lan Xinxixi, she waved her hand casually and said, "It’s okay, it’s okay. Your name is An Jiayou, right? I’m Lan Xinxixi, your mom’s friend."
"Hello Aunt Xinxi."
"Good, good, good."
With just one glance, Lan Xinxixi took a liking to the little fellow, and for the majority of the time thereafter, she stuck with him, fussing over him and asking questions, which made someone unhappy: "Wife, if you like him so much, why don’t we have one ourselves?"
Lan Xinxixi suddenly heard this, first dumbfounded, then her face filled with awkwardness: "You bastard, what nonsense are you spouting?" Staring at the meaningful gazes of the crowd, she gritted her teeth and warned the owner of the voice, trying to get him to shut up.
Little did she know, the man she fancied was a dullard, not only did he miss the warning tone in her words, but he also raised his voice: "I’m serious, if you like it, we’ll have one ourselves, it’ll be guaranteed to be cuter than this little thing."
The strong scent of jealousy was so apparent that even fools could smell it, yet everyone exchanged knowing glances without egging it on.
But even those seemingly amused glances were enough for Lan Xinxixi to bear, she once more sharply stomped on the thick foot of the man next to her, gritting her teeth and growling: "Shut up."
The disliked Little Jia You merely pouted and said indifferently: "Genetics are very particular, not every child’s as smart as me, if wood’s born, it’ll always be wood."
This time, loud enough for everyone to hear.
This time, no one could hold back anymore, and burst out laughing uncontrollably.
Han Xiayang and Lan Luo even laughed while slapping the table: "Hahaha, classic, classic, truly classic, if wood’s born, it’ll always be wood, haha, Zhao Tianchen, it turns out your future son is wood, then what about the daughter? A stump?"
As Han Xiayang’s laughter subsided, Lan Luo’s laughter rose right after: "Hahaha, I think the little guy has a point, IQ is also very particular.."
However, before he could finish speaking, he was smacked hard on the head: "Lan Luo, if you don’t shut up, I don’t mind making you a fool first, then letting you have a dumb son. Let’s see if Uncle would toss you out of the family."