C2299

When Murong got home, he saw his son building blocks alone, and felt a little strange, "son, don't you have any children to visit home today?"

Little Muchen likes to bring the little girl back recently. He doesn't bring the heavy ones, especially the beautiful ones. He doesn't know where he came from.

"Xiaoyu just left."

The face of the wood frowned, and someone came again.

This little guy learned to philander when he was young and didn't learn anything else.

"Who is Xiaoyu?"

"It's a new transfer student from our class. Song Yu is very beautiful. He's a mixed race." Mu Chen emphasizes particularly seriously.

The wooden face is big. The little girl he brought back is not beautiful.

"Son, dad has something to say to you."

Muchen put down the building blocks in his hand and looked at Murong. His eyes looked like grandpa Lu Chen. "Dad, you said."

Every time, Murong felt a little nervous. "Can we not only bring little girls to play at home, but also bring some little boys?"

How can it be that a little boy and little girls hang out all day long? What can I do if I grow up too Yin and soft.

There is only such a single seedling at home, and the task on his shoulders is arduous.

"Why?"

"Because we can't be sexist when we make friends."

"No." Mu Chen simply refused.

"Why?"

"Ugly."

"There are also handsome ones. Last time I saw a child in your class who looks very good."

The wood Chen sighed a breath, especially serious must look at the wood face, "handsome of pass me?"

Wood appearance:

Who inherited this stinking narcissistic look? Dare he not take the boy home, because no boy looks more handsome than him?

Is it really good to be such a beauty lover?

Where can this be done. Murong put his arms around his son's shoulders, and once again said in a thoughtful way: "son, we need to see a person's conduct when we make friends. If this person's conduct is good, it's worth making friends with him. You can see that dad has a lot of friends around him. They are the people I trust the most, and they can help me. You also need such friends, especially those who grew up together. "

Wood Chen doesn't think so, that appearance Ao Jiao is very, "now are some small fart children, can see what ah."

"Three years old."

"A lot of people are crooked."

Wood appearance:

This little boy, how does he feel that he can't educate? He said one sentence, and he could refute the last three sentences.

"Muchen, I'm talking to you."

"Mu Chen blinks," I also listen very carefully

"Did you hear what I said?"

"Listen."

He looks like this. He doesn't seem to listen.

"Then don't bring the little girl back."

"No matter how successful this is, they will follow me back. I refuse that they are not gentlemanly. They will cry. The girls cry so pitifully that they can't cry. "

"Then bring some little boys back by the way."

"It's said that they don't look as good as me. What can I bring back to do? They can't appreciate them. They stink."

"What stinks?"

"The little boys stink."

"Mu Rong takes a deep breath," Mu Chen, you are so unreasonable

"Well, stop it, my grandfather, my uncle and my mother think I'm doing a good job. If you have any suggestions, please ask them to bring it up." Don't start with Muchen.

Wooden face is not to fight a gas, this one is uneasy.

Little cherry accepts the boy's gift, Lu Zimo is about to jump.

To his son, it's another set of standards.

How can not transpose thinking.

The old father-in-law also taught Muchen to take the little girl when he was young. If it's a big flower heart radish when he grows up, it's OK.

His father is a romantic. Didn't he inherit the gene of the romantic from generation to generation.

That's the man he hates the most. If his son is like that, he has to break his leg.

Murong felt that he could not let this matter go on like this.

"Son, I think it's necessary for us to have a good talk. Let's go to the study with dad."

"No, I haven't finished."

"Muchen." The face of the wood was a little angry, and his voice sank.

The wood Chen looked at the wood face deeply, "father, do you want to know why mother they want me to contact more with the girl?"

"Why?"

"Dad, do you want to hear the truth or the lie?"

"Don't tell me the truth."

"The truth is to cultivate my Eq." Muchen pouted.

"Bullshit, what the hell is this." "They all say that you have low Eq. I'm your son. In order to prevent me from going your way, let me deal with little girls from childhood and start with dolls. My grandfather also said that if he wants to raise his grandson earlier, he must pay attention to my education. If I am a young man and I only marry my wife, what can he do if he doesn't see me. " Muchen's serious way.

Smell speech, wood face a thorough black, where his EQ is low, EQ is low can catch up to Lu nianyi.

It's just worrying.

The father-in-law is a wise man. How could he be so naughty these years? He even asked his son to hook up with little girls for this purpose.

"Nonsense, dad has no problem at all."

"Oh." The wood Chen leaves the mouth.

"What's that look on your face, don't you believe it or why?"

"My favorite person is Grandpa. I think grandpa is right about everything." Muchen is Lu Chen's little fan younger brother. A word from Lu Chen is more effective than ten words from his parents.

"You don't like me?"

Mu Chen raised his finger and broke it off for several times. He didn't understand his father's ranking. He still didn't answer this kind of question. Anyway, what he said was wrong.

"Dad, can you not ask such a question? If you are too old, don't be jealous. "

Jealous?

Looking at his son's dark eyes, the wooden face suddenly stopped talking.

In this family, he really has no position. The old bully him, the big bully him, and the small bully him. It's unreasonable.

Probably is to detect the mood of own father is not right, wood Chen raised small hand to clap the shoulder of wood face, "father, mother a person loves you enough."

"Shut up."

Wooden Chen a hand lovely cover own mouth, continue to play his building block.

Murong stares at him, and then enters the kitchen. As soon as Lu Niang is cooking, he turns around when he hears the footsteps and hooks his lips. "How can you look sad? Who makes you unhappy?"

"Your son."

"It's just my son. Can I have one?"

"One by one, you really need to take care of Chen Chen's education."

"What's the problem?" "He took the little girl home all day."