Chapter 3579

Chuluo took him out of the water and checked that he was not hurt.

"What did Ma Ma say? You can't move things on the table. What if they hit you?" Trulow pressed his little arm to stand at attention.

The kid glanced at his little mouth and said, "I want flowers --"

as soon as Chu Luo looked back, he looked at the roses that had fallen leaves on the ground, and some petals were directly cut by the glass.

Therefore, not everyone can collect the flowers of brigade commander Gu. Let's have a look. Now is the best example.

Chu Luo picked up a flower, broke the pedicel, and then gave it to the little ghost, "go and play by yourself, Ma Ma picked it up."

The little ghost took the rose and went to get the broom with his short legs. The little man was not as high as the broom, but he still came step by step, "Ma Ma, here --"

as soon as Chu Luo looked at his son, he couldn't smile bitterly, and he knew that he had cleaned up for himself.

As soon as chuluo took over, he didn't let the broom overwhelm him. "You know you're going to cry. This is the first time you send flowers to mama, you're ruined."

The kid blinked at Ma Ma and couldn't understand what Ma Ma said.

The roses could not be ordered at all. Chuluo put away the two best ones, dried the petals and put them in the book to make dry flowers. The rest of them were put in the garbage can.

The little ghost seems to know that he has done something wrong, and he has always been obedient to Ma Ma. Chuluo looks at his son with tears and laughter. With such a son, what else can she be angry about?

Chuluo has a class in the morning, and the kid will sit in the back of the art room with his toy gun, neither noisy nor noisy, but the cute little guy always makes many students automatically regard him as a little model, and many people will draw many little ghosts in a class.

Chu Luoyi didn't mind that her son became a little model at all. Anyway, no one could draw the charm of her pen. She could describe her son to the extreme in every move.

At the end of a class, when chuluo saw the little ghost, he was already nodding his head to sleep.

Poor baby, can only follow him to class, when he is three years old, he can be sent to the army kindergarten, where there are many children, he will not be so boring.

"Teacher, our previous teachers are not like this, but we still think that the teacher's way is easier to understand. "The boy sitting in the front said seriously.

As soon as Chu Luo put down the marker, he patted his hand, "probably because I haven't been to school, so I don't know what your teachers say." Chuluo said, holding the kid up at the end of the day, "you should practice the composition I'm talking about after class. Besides, it's enough for me to face this kid 24 hours a day. Don't use him as a model, and you don't want me to be the first one to strangle my son because I don't want to see his portrait?"

Chuluo a finish, the whole classroom people are laughing out, the kid earned an eye, hit a cute little yawn, "hemp, eat rice."

Chuluo patted his son's little body, then took him out.

"Before I read her news, I heard that she was only twenty-two. You know, in an international art competition, her two paintings won the first and second place. As expected, her talent was different from ours."

Chu Luo a listen to behind envy to envy of words, slightly hook lips, holding son to eat.

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