C1917

In traffic.

A slow and low-key maibach.

The back row of the car is big and small, holding the same posture, the same high and cold expression, lovely with a bit of funny.

The conscientious driver peeked into the rearview mirror and felt flustered for the silent father and son.

What kind of concentration is needed to keep silent all the way.

Adults are reticent, he can accept, a child just on the first grade is also a young mature style, which makes him very confused.

When the driver was puzzled by himself, a voice finally came from the back seat, "why did you suddenly change your attention and stop skipping?"

Looking at the fourth grade textbook, the little guy slowly lifted him up and looked at him very seriously, "there is no reason."

Mo Yan Jue twisted his eyebrows, "no why?"

Just now, in front of the teacher, he didn't ask much. Now it's just the father and son. Do you want to play silly with him?

He thought he would believe that?

"Well, there's no reason. If you don't want to, you just don't want to." The little guy continued to shift his eyes to the textbook and looked at it carefully.

"Mo Yuchen, you'd better tell me the truth ···"

"otherwise?" The little guy stares at him and steals his lines.

Mo Yan Jue black face, this boy is to become fine, is it, now learn to talk back to him?

"If not, I'm going abroad to control my anger.

"Mommy would never agree. You're dead." The little guy was not afraid of him at all. He picked his eyebrows with ease and continued to open the book.

Mo Yan Jue was angry and couldn't speak. Did he raise a son?

He raised an ancestor!

The driver was stunned to hear the communication between father and son.

The only one who thought he could win over the president was his wife. Now it seems that the young master is no lower than his wife.

This family is king.

The father and son did not speak all the way, and when they came into the door, they were all wearing a face, and all their unhappiness was written on their faces.

At the same time, Mu Qiqi and his mother saw that the situation between the father and the son was not right. What's more, his son's face should be colored. He immediately put his son in his arms and asked questions.

"Son, what's wrong with your face? Did Daddy hit you? " Mu qiqiyi was in a hurry. He dared to say anything.

is going upstairs to make complaints about his wife's fatal Tucao, who almost died from the cold.

In her mind, he is a devil?

"He had a fight with his classmates at school." In order to return his own innocence, Mo yanjue came back from the stairs and took the initiative to explain clearly for himself.

"Fighting?" Mu Qiqi was scared and his face changed. His son was always good at home. How could he fight with his classmates?

"Mommy, I'm sorry."

Without waiting for mu Qiqi to ask, the little guy took the initiative to admit his mistake. There was a little pathetic expression on his little white face, which broke his heart when he looked at it. What's more, he said he was so sensible that he was sorry.

Mu Qiqi's eyes turned red in an instant, and gently reached out to protect the child in his arms. "Baby, tell mommy, why are you fighting with your classmates?"

"This is a roar from the road His chin was high and the little guy was very proud of what he had done.

He is particularly proud to be able to protect girls, especially those he appreciates.

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