Chapter 1092

The little guy and uncle Jin sent the teacher away together. At this time, even Mo's father came back from the company.

I saw a group of people from a distance, told the driver to stop, and then walked forward in person:

"Director Yue."

"Mo Dong."

Director Yue has a very high position in the upper class circle of Yuncheng. Many families want to ask director Yue to teach their children.

Unfortunately, director Yue pushed them all.

That is, director Yue's husband has a good relationship with Mo Tianhan, so he can invite people.

The villain is naturally very happy to see Mo Fu:

"Grandpa, hold ~"

"Oh, well, come on, Grandpa."

Who would have thought that Mr. Mo, who has been in business for decades, could look like this.

However, the little man is really lovable. Director Lian Yue has only taught the children several times in total, and they all like the little baby from the bottom of their hearts.

Therefore, some words have to be said.

"Mo Dong, children are more sensitive than adults. Adults at home should pay attention to children's emotional changes at any time in order to make adjustments in time!"

Huh?

Mo Fu was obviously confused, but director Yue didn't say more:

"I'll go first and come back next class."

"OK, director Yue, take your time."

Director Yue drove here by himself, so he doesn't have to bother the Mohist school to send a driver.

It was not until director Yue's car left that Mo's father asked his little grandson:

"Do you understand what director Yue just said?"

"No."

Grandpa didn't understand, let alone the children who were only a few years old!

Sweat

Director Yue's words are a gentle reminder. At home, when adults want to show love and other private shows, don't always show in front of children, which will affect children!

What I said was too euphemistic. Neither ye nor sun understood.

"Forget it, go first."

The little man lay on his father's shoulder. When the master and sun went in, the familiar Rolls Royce was coming far away and finally stopped outside the old house.

On the bus, Jiang Tingxu finally remembered some fragments:

"Did someone call in the morning?" asked.

If a little guy knew that his mother finally remembered, he would be happy.

"It seems so."

be like?

Jiang Tingxu pulled out his mobile phone from his bag and clicked on the communication record. Sure enough, the first one on it was the number of the old house, and the time was right.

Suddenly, Yang Yang's mobile phone:

"Isn't it like? What's this?"

Cough.

The man coughed:

"At that time, I was not very sober."

The pot is thrown very fast.

The people inside had heard the news for a long time. No, before their hips were hot, they ran out with two small short legs.

"Mom ~" shouted and rushed forward excitedly.

Jiang listens to Xu squat down and catch his baby son for the first time. The mother and son hold each other.

"Mom, mom, mom ~"

Cried and cried.

"Woo... Mom, I miss you so much!"

Especially two days ago, there was no news of my father's disappearance. My mother secretly went to find my father alone. The little guy was very worried.

The atmosphere at home was not very good in those days. Grandma was crying at any time, and grandpa often sighed. Grandpa had been sitting in the company. After thinking he was the pillar of the family, he forced himself not to cry.

At this moment, after seeing Jiang Tingxu, the mood that had been held for a long time finally broke out.