Chapter 543

Before catching up, Xi Muqiao had dragged Jing into the study, and then slammed the door, which made Qiao Mu tremble.

She twisted the door handle and found that the door was locked. She sighed and quickly lay down on the door to listen to the sound inside.

Although she usually eats simuccio to death, she rarely intervenes in educating children. All four children are educated by simuccio alone.

She seldom intervenes when he teaches his children.

Jing Yu is an exception. The child can do it since childhood. Ximuqiao follows him to clean up the mess almost every week.

So every time simuccio taught him a lesson, which made her a mother's heart beat.

It's almost like tidying up a meal and taking care of it for three days. After three days, continue to work.

After listening to it for a while, Jing didn't hear the sound of killing pigs. She was a little strange.

The child can shout and cry for help, but there was no movement this time.

Jing Yu didn't want to howl, but was frightened by his father's gloomy anger. He had made trouble before, but his father was not so angry this time.

He clung to the root of the wall as if he could get into the wall.

Simuccio looked at his son for a moment and suddenly said, "come here."

Jing Yu was so frightened that she was about to cry. A cold sweat came out of her back. She didn't dare to linger. She hurried forward in two steps, "Dad."

"Go to the wall of the small black house. When you figure it out, see me again."

Jing jumped when she met her eyelids. Is it over? Didn't scold him or beat him?

"Dad?"

Simuccio glanced at him lightly, and his face was still black. "Do you want to be beaten?"

"No, no, No." Jing shook his head like a rattle, turned and ran outside the door.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Qiao Mu standing in front of the door.

Seeing him coming out, Qiao Mu quickly dragged him and looked at him several times, "son smash, how about it? Did your father hit you? Where did you hit? Why didn't you shout? Did you block your mouth? "

After hearing this, ximuqiao, who came out behind him, took her aside with her little hand, looked at Jing Yu and said, "do you want me to send you there in person?"

Hearing the speech, Jing Qian ran away.

Running to the living room, he didn't forget to sign to his three brothers and sisters.

Brother, I went to the wall to think about it. Don't forget to send me food!

"Why did you punish him again? There's still a wound on his little face!" Joe Mu was worried. He broke away from Xi Muqiao's hand and wanted to have a look with him.

"Don't go."

"That's my son. Why don't I go? He was bullied outside and you punished him when you came back. How hard should the child feel!"

Simuccio silently pinched his eyebrows and said, "you underestimate him. He has always bullied others. When have you been bullied! You know that his son of the Han family led people to block up in the alley today and even called Jing Qian. Jing Qian is not in good health. If something happens, you will regret it. "

He nodded Qiao Mu's eyebrows and said seriously.

Joe Mu poked away his hand, "how serious is it? How many people are there?"

"Seven."

"Our side?"

"Four."

Qiao Mu snapped his fingers and said happily, "I knew my son wouldn't lose. Don't worry. Although Jing Yu is naughty, he still has a sense of propriety. Don't always be so strict with him."

Simuccio was speechless.

"A loving mother is a loser! If that boy is as obedient as Jing Chen, I will waste so much heart? I'm not angry. It doesn't matter if a boy makes trouble. I'm worried about his character. "

"Never admit defeat since childhood. He is stubborn. He can't tolerate a grain of sand in his eyes. He won't give in at all. After three or two words of discord, he rushes up to fight with others. His impulsive temper will suffer in the future!"

Qiao Mu took his hand and went downstairs together. "Don't worry, boys, it's not all like this. My son's character is not bad and his character is defective. When he grows up, he will naturally converge."

Three little guys stood under the stairs, watching their parents go downstairs and calling their parents together.

Simuccio is a standard daughter slave. Holding a baby pimple in one hand, he walks towards the living room, leaving Jingchen standing alone and shouting Mommy.

Qiao Mu stretched out his hand and held him. "Baby, remember to send dinner to your brother later. Forget it. Don't let your sister and sister go. You won't be angry if your father catches you."

"OK, Mommy."

Jing Chen is seven years old. Her eyebrows and eyes are more like Qiao mu, but her character is very like Xi Muqiao. She is a young gentleman and looks like a little adult.

Qiaomu never makes children feel that they are not valued at home.

Simuccio dotes on her daughter and is strict with her son. On the contrary, she dotes on her son and is strict with her daughter. After all, there are many children in the family, and each child's psychology should be taken into account.

Jingyu's small black house is in the auxiliary building behind the main building of Linlang Bay. Because there are not so many people in Linlang Bay, it is free for the time being, so it has become an exclusive small black house for Jingyu from small to large.

He heard from his father that this used to be the place where Mommy made a mistake.

But he didn't believe it. Dad listened to mommy so much. As soon as mommy shed tears, he wanted to hold her in his arms. How could he be willing to let mommy come here?

Pricked up his ears and listened to the sound outside, he quickly ran to the back of the sofa in the corner, knelt on the ground and took out a box of milk from under the sofa

I had a fight. I was so scared by my father that I didn't dare to drink water. I'm thirsty!

Fortunately, his kiss Mommy is ready for him.

In an hour and a half.

The door was knocked three times regularly, and then the shallot came in with something, "brother, Mommy asked me to bring you dinner, eat quickly, and let the wind out at the door."

“……”

In the main building, Qiao Mu collapsed on the sofa and groaned, "Xi Muqiao, my waist is sour. Rub it for me."

The man sat over and rubbed her waist with his big hands.

"Legs are also sour."

Simuccio began to pinch her legs again.

Joe Mu lay on the sofa and thought to himself that big son should have dinner now. She still has to delay time.

Five minutes later, Xi Muqiao got up, "I'll go and see Jing Yu."

When Qiao Mu heard this, he quickly got up and hugged his strong waist, "Oh, husband, don't disturb him."

With that, the little hand began to linger dishonestly in his evening.

Xi Mu Qiao Zhan's black eyes narrowed slightly and clasped her chin with his big hand, "angry?"

The little hand touched his back waist for a while and pulled out his shirt tied in his trousers. Then the white and tender little hand stretched in from the hem of his shirt and touched his hard muscles.

The old man is in his forties. His muscles are still so good. She can't resist the temptation for so many years!