Chapter 939: Tired eyes, P shares hurt! (1/2)
It turns out that the kiss mommy still loves and loves the **** father.
Even if the **** dad is only in the office, Mummy Xueluo will not leave him more than three meters away. From time to time, he helped the bastard's dad to move his legs for a long time; it was tea and water, just like a servant!
It wasn't until his dad Feng Xinglang was pushed to the meeting by his dad that his dear mommy remembered his dear son.
What kind of man-machine battle game, the little guy is already tired of playing.
”Mum, let's go to the right father and let them play, shall we?”
”not good!”
Xue Luo rejected her son's offer.
”Why isn't it good? Mommy doesn't like to listen to the waves and pick up shells?”
”Mummy only likes to read books now!” Xue Luo replied casually.
”Isn't it! Are you reluctant to leave the **** to seal Xinglang, right?”
”Yes! He is my husband! He is still injured. How can my wife leave him!”
”Isn't Nina Dameimei still here!”
”Feng Xinglang is your dear! Are you willing to leave your injured dear and go out on your own?”
The little man pursed his mouth, ”... not willing!”
”That's good! Get ready, Mommy will teach you how to read characters!”
”Ah? Recognize it again?”
The handsome little face of the little guy immediately pulled down, ”Why are there so many Chinese characters? And they are almost the same, and they are annoying!”
Looking at his son's lovely appearance, Xue Luo could only secretly enjoy himself.
Compared to English with only 26 letters of permutations and combinations, Chinese characters made up of different radicals are indeed more difficult for a 6-year-old child.
Arms ca n’t twist their thighs: Although the little guy does n’t want to learn any Chinese characters, it seems that it is not appropriate to leave the injured dad to go happy by himself. So the little guy could only wrinkle a small face to force himself to start to read.
Today Xue Luo taught his son to learn the name of a person.
Daddy: Feng Xinglang
Mummy: Lin Xueluo
Righteous Father: Hetun (Xing Mu)
Uncle: Feng Lixin
Sister: Feng Tuan Tuan
...
”Mum, why does the right father have two names? Is the nickname in this bracket? It's so difficult to write!”
”The” Xing Mu ”in brackets is the real name of your righteous father; your righteous father's surname is Xing, so you will have righteous brothers like Xing XII, Xing Ba, and so on!
”Real name? What's this river, right?”
”This writing reads tun, two sounds. It is not a pseudonym, it is ... a stage name. It is also called a nickname.”
”Nickname? I understand!”
”Do you understand?”
”Yes! There is a fat boy in our class with a surname. Everyone calls him a” **** ball ”!”
”... Don't call classmates like that! Very impolite!”
The little man pursed his mouth and said nothing. He did not object to Mum's reprimand, nor did he execute it.
”River tun ... river tun ... what is it?”
”It's a fish! A poisonous fish!”
”Oh, I mean, my righteous father is dangerous, is he a dangerous person?”
”Roughly the same!”
For more than half an hour of reading, it really hurt the little guy's P-shares and itchy.
”Mum, shall I go and see my dad?”
”not good!”
”Why?”
”Dad is working, and we cannot influence him.”
”But I've grown up. I don't need my dad to work so hard to make milk powder.”
”...”
”I see. Do you want to have a second child?”
”...”
After a while, ”Mum, can the pro-son call the right father?”
Xue Luo hesitated for a moment before responding, ”Yes.”
Snow is incapable of achieving innocence like his son and no revenge. He Tun's sentence made her accept the closure in a way that she regarded as her own, which really chilled Xue Luo's heart!
If a child is innocent, can he be so unclear?
As long as it is the seed of his own son, will she have to take it all in?
Regardless of her feelings about Lin Xueluo?
Therefore, in the subtle way, Xue Luo can prevent his son Lin Nuo from seeing Hetun, and he will not let him go.
The obedience was addressed to Xing Twelve. Under normal circumstances, Hetun will not answer the phone in person.
”Old twelve, come and save me!”
”Fifteen, what's wrong with you?”
Xing Twelve's voice was tight.
”My eyes are tired, P shares hurt again! I can't live anymore!”
Xue Luo raised her head from ”Media Studies”, and looked at the little thing like a little dog on the desk with a crying smile: can't live? Is there such an exaggeration?
”Tired eyes? P shares hurt? Fifteen, what are you doing?”
”My mommy is forcing me to recognize the square ... It's hard ... it's going to crash!”
”... So? Twelve brothers will pick you up for a break in class?”