Chapter 700

"It was a nightmare. It scared me." dark under-eye circles

"Good."

Han Xiaoye lowers his head and rubs him with his little hand. Fu Xiaomao tickles and giggles.

"Ah, Mommy, ha ha ha, Mommy, itch, itch!"

"Hahaha, heehee, Mommy, bad."

Han Xiaoye let him go and asked him, "did the kitten get up and wash?"

"Wash! I washed myself! I didn't ask Aunt Liu for help. Is that great? " Fu Xiaomao hands akimbo, all of a sudden forget just now by his own mother ha itch, ha tears are laughing. I'm very proud.

Since Han Xiaoye saw the software on his mobile phone yesterday, he has refreshed his outlook, so he was not surprised to hear that he said he had washed. However, in line with the policy of praise and education, she still pinched Fu Xiaomao and gave him a kiss on the face of tender tofu

Fu Xiaomao immediately completed!

Small mouth son all want to pull to ear behind, say with Han Xiaoye, "Mommy, I am so good, do you want to reward me?"

"What reward do you want?"

"Mmm... Mmm..." Fu Xiaomao poked her finger, looking a little embarrassed. She blinked like a grape. "Would you like to send me to school today?"

Han Xiaoye thinks about it. Fu Xiaomao's kindergarten starts at 8:30, and the company clocks in at 9:00. If you ask Wang Shusong, it's just in time.

"Good."

As soon as she agreed, the little guy jumped up and was so happy, "hooray! yeah! Long live Mommy

Han Xiaoye is made by him, the original heavy head is much clearer. After getting up and washing, she changed her clothes and took Fu Xiaomao, who had been pestering her all morning, downstairs.

When Aunt Liu downstairs just made breakfast, she was surprised to see Fu Xiaomao holding Han Xiaoye's hand. She thought Han Xiaoye had to sleep a little longer, but she didn't expect to get up so early.

She said, "good morning, Ono. Good morning, young master

"Aunt Liu, good morning ~" Fu Xiaomao gave a big smile, which made her cute.

Han Xiaoye said, "good morning, Aunt Liu."

"Early, early." Aunt Liu helped both of them open their chairs. "Come and sit down. I made toast cake this morning. Try to see if you like it or not."

Han Xiaoye did not eat on the face of the suction nose, "good fragrance, must be very delicious."

"Yummy, you eat more. You didn't eat much last night. You must be hungry this morning." Aunt Liu said as she took off her apron, "I'll see the chicken soup in the kitchen. OK, I'll go to the hospital with my wife."

"Good."

Han Xiaoye poured a glass of milk for Fu Xiaomao, and took an egg he didn't like to eat the most. He peeled it and put it in his exclusive bowl. Before he ate, he got up again and took out the saliva pocket of a small yellow chicken from the cabinet next to him.

"Kitten, come here."

Fu Xiaomao, with a toast cake in one hand and a fork in the other, turned to look at her mother's call. Just the cream on my mouth fell off and almost fell on my clothes. He was startled. He was about to take a tissue to wipe it. Han Xiaoye quickly took him one step and had already taken out two pieces of paper to wipe it clean.

"Look at you, you're eating everywhere."

Fu Xiaomao was wronged. He was less than 5 years old, and he didn't use a good fork. It's a child's privilege to mess up, and Mommy hates him. His mouth tooted, but he didn't say a word.

Han Xiaoye said so, no other meaning, see him silent, let him come a little, "come here, I help you around."

"I don't want it!" Fu Xiaomao saw the saliva pocket and resisted, "it's for children! I'm no longer a child of two or three years old. I don't want it! "

"You're not much older. If you're pregnant in October, you're just four years old and two months old."

Regardless of his struggle, Han Xiaoye pulls him over.

Fu Xiaomao retorted, "Uncle Qin said that the age of the child should be calculated from the moment of birth. I'm 5 years old now!"

"Mommy, you can't treat me as a child, or I'll be angry with you!"

Ignoring his threat, Han Xiaoye tied up his saliva pocket and patted him on the small shoulder. "OK, when you eat, you won't fall off. I won't treat you as a child. Well, sit down and have a good meal. "

Fu Xiaomao's mouth is going up in the sky, so you can hang a soy sauce bottle, "Mommy is bad!"

"It's bad to wear a mouthwash bag for you? Yesterday you said I was fine

"That was yesterday ~! Too beautiful promise just because yesterday I was too young! I'm only 5 years old. It's normal that I drop a little when I eat. I'm already very good. Many children are still full of oil! "

"Who just said that he was no longer a child of two or three years old? Let me see him as an adult. How did you turn into a child again? "

Fu Xiaomao is not happy, "I'm only 5 years old, Mommy won't let me, bad guy."

"All right, all right." Han Xiaoye did not tease him, lest he would not eat, "eat well, I will send you to school after eating."

Fu Xiaomao is a child, even a gifted child. When Han Xiaoye mentioned that he would personally send him to school, he was very happy. In the twinkling of an eye, Han Xiaoye just said that he was bad. He waved his knife and fork and had sex.

Han Xiaoye saw his delicious food. He had no appetite, but now he has a little appetite. Seize the time to follow Fu Xiaomao to put a little bit into his stomach.

As soon as Fu Xiaomao finished eating, she immediately put down her chopsticks.

He took out a piece of paper to wipe Fu Xiaomao's mouth, and then said, "let's go."

Fu Xiaomao carries a small schoolbag and gets on the bus with her. Lao Wang, the driver, likes Fu Xiaomao very much and sees him come out to help him open the door.

"Young master, watch your head."

Fu Xiaomao jumps to sit up, pats nearby sofa, "Mommy, come up quickly."

Han Xiaoye sat in with him, and the driver helped to close the door.

"Uncle Wang, go to kitten's school."

"Good."

Fu Xiaomao felt out the mobile phone, playing video games while leaning on Han Xiaoye's body naturally, like no bones, "Mommy, did Daddy come back last night?"

He has been playing this level for a long time, but he can't get through it. Fu Xiaomao and this level are on the same level. He plays this level every day when he is free.

Han Xiaoye has seen it several times, and he is absorbed in playing. He pushes him, "kitty, sit up and play. It's bad for your eyes to lie down and play with your cell phone like this. "

"Oh, Mommy, I don't want to sit up. I just want to lean on you." Fu Xiaomao is coquettish, but refuses to get up.