Why?

Meng Chencheng was shocked, and his round eyes fell on Dong Lin's face, and he opened his body hard, "You are—"

How did this person know her secret?

Donglin raised her finger and put it on the little girl's mouth, and she snorted, saying, "Let's go, find a place and I'll talk to you."

As she said that, she took the little girl's hand and walked into her room.

Zhou Tianyao, who walked away from there, and Meng Chenjun, who was accompanying his nephew in the living room, turned around and looked at them holding hands.

My little aunt? When she noticed the movement of the fourth uncle, Leilei turned her head and saw the scene of the little aunt holding hands. So, she looked back at the indescribable expression of the fourth uncle. Leilei's little head turned around and understood what she said, "The little aunt said that the fourth uncle would not play with her. The fourth uncle doesn't like the little aunt playing with others."

How could this little nephew's head be - it seemed that he could see through his thoughts at a glance. Meng Chenjun gritted his teeth and reached out to hold the little nephew's head. "Leilee, do you know? It's better to be stupid."

I don’t praise him for being smart, so I’d better ask him for being stupid? Leilei’s smart little brain won’t be fooled by the words of the fourth uncle. Humph, when his little nostrils turn, I must be a smart child.

Meng Chencheng, who walked over there, seemed to hear what his little nephew said, thinking in his heart that the fourth brother also hates her playing with others?

"Come on." Donglin pulled her into the door, and at the same time, her thoughts drifting away came back.

After the two girls entered the room, Donglin closed the door.

This is the guest room where the Zhou family hosts guests. The area is definitely much smaller than the master bedroom, but it looks very comfortable and bright. Meng Chencheng just looked around and saw the stack of piano scores placed on the small table in the room.

"Sister, you know how to play the piano?" Meng Chencheng recalled the way Donglin played the piano when she first came in, which really made her little girl admire her.

"I played very ordinary, not very professional." Donglin said with a smile to her.

If my sister doesn't call her professional, then what's her little girl called her? She hasn't even touched the piano before.

"You like singing very much, right?" Donglin asked, pulling her down and sitting down.

Like? Meng Chencheng never seemed to think about this issue very carefully. Many people praised her for singing well, so she would naturally hum songs. I don’t know how to say whether she likes or not, but I can only say that her body is following the music involuntarily.

"You seem to be born to be suitable for singing," said Donglin. "Like someone I know. You have the talent for music."

"Sister, you also have the talent for music." Meng Chencheng said sincerely.

"You are so simple, and you are not the same as him." Donglin laughed and said.

Meng Chencheng shrugged, only knowing that everyone at home privately said that she was a heartless girl.

"Let me tell you. Do you want to know how I know about Big Orange?"

When she heard Dong Lin's question, she happened to be what her little girl wanted to know very much, and her questioning eyes floated on the other person's face again.

"Think about it." Donglin hugged at her and hinted.

A light suddenly burst out from Meng Chencheng's head, "Sister, is your name?"

"Donglin."

"Linlin! Are you Sister Linlin?!"

Meng Chencheng opened his mouth wide and was about to scream in a sharp voice, Donglin hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands.

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