Chapter 457

He wants to be with mommy all the time.

Fu Xiaomao's abacus sounded, completely ignoring his own father's black face.

"Fu Muye, how old are you now?"

"Four years old." In order to get together with mommy early, Fu Xiaomao wants to wake up and become an adult. So he added, "I'm five years old."

Fu Zhiyan's deep eyes narrowed, cold face, "so you know you are only four years old."

What does "..." mean? Fu Xiaomao instinctively felt that it was going to be miserable, and some of them were uneasy.

Fu Zhiyan turned around and took out the thick dictionary from the bookshelf. He turned to a complicated word and held it up to the little guy. "Do you see the word" Zhen "

Fu Xiaomao looked for a long time and saw the black square character. My heart beat, and I didn't have time to refuse. I heard my father's heartless voice, "copy it 30 times."

sleep

"There's more."

Fu Xiaomao's heart was broken. When he heard that there were two words left, he couldn't help raising his head and looking up at him.

Fu Zhiyan was condescending, not moved by his poor little appearance. "I have to go to school tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. There's no reason to play truant. Are you clear?"

It means not taking him on business with them. Fu Xiaomao's mouth is curled, and his head is already thinking about countermeasures. He just had a flash of inspiration. Fu Zhiyan seemed to see through him and added, "it's no use getting sick."

"You... You know you dislike me and bully me!" All the roads were blocked by his father. Fu Xiaomao was really sad. "You don't like me with mommy. You can't see me with mommy. You are mean, Barra, you are insidious

Fu Zhiyan frowned fiercely and caught the shouting little guy's eyes. He was very serious. You remember, you're only four now. I don't want as like as two peas at 4, but at least you can give me a little more convergence.

"I'm not astringent. You clearly have a low EQ, and you want your son to have the same EQ as you." Blame him for his high Eq. he's not good at it.

Besides, what happened to four? Four years old and proficient in ten languages. He's weak, okay?

"40 times." Fu Zhiyan was very angry and laughed.

Fu Xiaomao worried, "I can't write that word, so complicated, I can't write it again."

"50 times."

"Fu Xiaomao did not dare to answer back.

He knew that Fu Zhiyan didn't get angry. Once he got angry, no one in his family could save him. If Fu Zhiyan said it 50 times, he would have to write it 50 times. So fu xiaomaorao felt aggrieved, depressed and angry in his heart just like cat scratch, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Fu Zhiyan rubbed the bridge of his nose, put the dictionary in his arms, pointed to the small table and bench not far away, "now start to write, I'll watch you write."

Fu Xiaomao tooted her mouth, held the dictionary, and sat down on the bench, writing every stroke. He was still angry in his heart and wrote heavily. Vent as if to prick the tissue. Fu Zhiyan calmly leaned on the edge of his desk and watched him poke through the paper without blinking an eye. "Everything that's written bad doesn't count."

pharynx

Fu Xiaomao puffed her stomach and forced herself to calm down. She puffed her cheeks and continued to write. This time he didn't dare to lose his temper. He kept his temper and wrote it carefully. After writing a few, his bulging cheeks unconsciously relaxed and began to write seriously.

Fu Zhiyan has been watching him, see him calm down, serious outline softened down.

Han Xiaoye outside the door to see the interaction of the two people clearly, light handed downstairs, washed a bunch of grapes in the kitchen, put in the bowl. Calculate the time and go up with the bowl.

"Kitten, uncle, do you want grapes?"

Fu Xiaomao was about to finish writing. When she heard the grape, she quickly finished painting the remaining words. She immediately bounced up and grabbed the bowl with her milk. "I want to eat."

Han Xiaoye squatted down, he immediately put the bowl of grapes in his arms, picked up the first grape, did not feed to his mouth. But stand on tiptoe, feed to Han Xiaoye's mouth, "Mommy, eat."

Han Xiaoye smile of see teeth can't see eye, lower head bite him to grasp the finger of grape, gently with the tooth bit next.

Fu Xiaomao, who has always been thick skinned, is actually shy. Her ears are red. She stammered, "Mom, Mommy."

Han Xiaoye released his fingers, pinched his face and said with a smile, "my little cat and baby are so cute."

Boom——

This time, Fu kitten not only had red ears, but also her face. All the way to her neck. When Fu Zhiyan watched him grow up, he was pulled up by a handful of excrement and urine. He had never seen Fu Xiaomao like this before. Usually in front of him, Fu Xiaomao was either a weird elf or a paw. Suddenly see such a child's side, he even has a kind of heart plug in the chest.

pretty pretty

He clearly long with Fu Zhiyan a touch carved out, partial sweet mouth of the gene credit all in his mother.

I didn't pay attention to my father at all, as if my father's gene was a drag on me.

Han Xiaoye was about to overflow with the smile in his sweet eyes. He took the initiative to ask, "is that beautiful Mommy going to sleep with the kitten tonight?"

Fu Xiaomao and grape could not take care of her, holding her waist, "good!"

When he was happy, the back collar was pulled apart. Fu Xiaomao is struggling, but what strength can a 4-year-old child have. In the twinkling of an eye, he was ruthlessly pulled away from his mother's arms, and also pulled away two meters.

Fu Zhiyan has no expression. "You can't sleep with your mother tonight."

"Why?" Fu Xiaomao quit!

Fu Zhiyan glanced at him, thin lips ruthless, "you are 4 years old, not a child."

Half an hour ago, he seriously stressed that Fu Xiaomao was only 4 years old and asked him to do what a child should do. Half an hour later, however, he changed his tune. Fu Xiaomao didn't expect his father to be so black in the stomach. He was stunned and missed the best chance to fight back.

sleep

"Kittens don't know."

"You know what when you're asleep."

"I won't. I won't sleep." Fu Xiaomao is angry.

Fu Zhiyan didn't give in at all, "if I say no, I can't."

"Daddy is mean!" Fu Xiaomao couldn't compete with him, and his depressed eyes were red. He picked up the grapes washed by Han Xiaoye, put down the sentence "I won't give you any to eat" and ran away quickly.