Chapter 272 (1/2)
The little boy has inherited the advantages of his parents' appearance. He is very cute. Now he looks like a handsome boy. He can vaguely see the handsome appearance when he grows up.
It's just that he's drooping his head and a little distressed now.
Watching his mother humming while packing up.
It's OK to hum songs, but her dystonia especially afflicts people's ears.
”Mom, when will my aunt come?” he whispered.
The little boy who was still trying to tear down his house seemed to be sealed by something. He looked very clever.
His mother looked at the speech, hooked her lips and said with a bad smile, ”we'll start now and see my aunt soon.”
”Son, are you happy?”
Looking at the smile on his mother's face, the little boy paused, ”... Happy.”
In fact, he doesn't want his little aunt to come. She is good-looking and will play with him. She is also very cool and handsome. He likes her very much
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The little boy sighed and sat on his little bench.
”Don't you clean up the damage?” his mother asked as soon as she sat down.
That expression, more or less malicious.
The little boy paused, ”clean up.”
”Give you five minutes. In five minutes, I'll pack up and we'll go to the airport.”
The little boy answered without looking back as he cleaned up.
”I know, I know.”
Sure enough, it will arrive in five minutes.
”Son, let's go.”
The little boy looked at the things he hadn't sorted out. ”Mom, can I not go?”
The woman did not speak, but looked at him, holding the key and cell phone in her hand.
”Please!”
”Then you should be good at home. Don't open the door to strangers or go out. Do you know?”
”OK, OK, mom, go quickly. Don't let my aunt wait in a hurry.”
The woman was pushed out first.
She locked the door and got on the elevator.
The little boy seemed relieved and began to clean up the damage he had done.
Toys are neatly arranged.
Clean up the dirty places.