After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

Li Mo smiled in his heart. Looking at Ying Bing's appearance as a child, others would probably think that this little girl was not normal.

But in his eyes, there was an inexplicable cute contrast, especially the dazed look.

Cute.

"Come on? I have a new way to play. If you can get five pieces in a row, you win. Want to play a game?"

Little Yingbing said nothing, but her little hands picked up the black and white chess pieces on the table.

It seems Bingtuozi has had a strong desire to win since he was a child...

Ying's mother was a little surprised. She had never seen her daughter take an active interest in anything.

But what surprised her even more was...

ten minutes later.

The daughter who made all Go players feel ashamed actually lost!

Although it is not Go, it is just connecting five pieces, which is obviously simpler.

"It's awesome."

Little Li Mo's face smelled like a big block of ice.

Xiao Yingbing narrowed her eyes slightly:

"In this game, the person who moves first will definitely win."

"!"

Li Mo leaned back slightly.

He had lost many games and only discovered this after much thought. He is indeed an Ice Tuozi, even the cub version is still terrifying!

"Sister, eat."

Xiao Yingbing nodded subconsciously and picked up the chopsticks.

When the food was in her mouth, her beautiful eyes were blank for a moment. She seemed to not understand why her movements were so natural when she heard him talking about eating?

Ying's mother covered her mouth in surprise.

My daughter has always been cold, and she became even more so after she fell ill. She rarely showed any emotional fluctuations even to her parents.

Now...

"Aunt, can I go out for a walk with Sister Bing later?"

Li Mo remained calm, but was actually happy in his heart.

In Bingtuozi's subconscious, he still remembered him.

effective!

"Bing'er?" Ying's mother looked at her daughter with an inquiring look, her tone a little excited.

My daughter hasn't left the house for a long time. If this continues, I'm really worried that she will get sick.

"Sister, take me out to play for a while."

Little classmate Li Mo said seriously.

It’s true, although Li Mo was a little devil in private school when he was young, he was really cute in appearance, even when he looked serious.

"Um....."

Xiaoying's rosy cheeks moved slightly, and she responded in a mosquito-like voice, then began to eat her meal in small mouthfuls.

After a meal.

Li Mo was the first to walk out the door. The threshold was a bit high, so he jumped a little.

Little Yingbing put down her bowl and chopsticks, and under her mother's encouraging eyes, she lifted the hem of her rose-red brocade skirt. Just as she was about to stand on the threshold before jumping down, a hand was stretched out in front of her.

She looked up in a daze and found the little boy basking in the sunshine in the courtyard with a bright smile on his face.

"Let's go."

"Ah."

Xiao Yingbing was distracted for a moment. Before he could figure it out, his body had already given the answer.

By the time she reacted, her little hand was already warm and was being held by another bigger hand.

Ying's mother: "?"

She just cleared the dishes, what did she miss?

and also.

Bing'er was actually willing to sit quietly and let other children hold her hand?!

The three of them returned to the bustling ancestral hall.

"Is my little sister willing to go out?"

"Am I blind? Or am I still asleep?"

"Hiss... Why are you pinching me when you're not awake yet?"

"She was led out by another child!"

"Is that the Li family kid?"

Although Bingtuozi is young, she is of a high generation in the Ying family. Some of the children of her generation are almost as old as her.

The Ying family members outside wiped their eyes when they saw the two people coming out of the courtyard. They had all heard of this little sister.

Now that she's out, it's even more lively than the Chinese New Year.

"Husband, look quickly."

"Ok?"

Ying Xuliang was chatting with a friend, but when he turned around, he saw a pair of little kids walking out hand in hand.

They are like a golden boy and a jade girl.

It’s a good thing that my daughter is willing to go out.

But people say that a daughter is her father's little cotton-padded jacket, but his little cotton-padded jacket is not only leaky, but also made of ice.

Counting on my fingers, I haven't spoken more than ten words to him in three days. Moreover, my daughter's intelligence often makes her, as a father, feel that her IQ is suppressed.