Xiaoyou is distressed and happy, touched his son's face: "after that, as long as Mengmeng is obedient, my mother will promise to take you to sleep together."

"Really? Great, love mom Mengmeng claps her hands happily.

White ink cold eyes are straight.

What's going on? Why don't you ask him for advice? If my son sleeps with them in the future, he Isn't he going to be a monk?

"Wife..." Isn't that cute? Do you pretend to be poor? Who can't.

White ink cold micro Cu eyebrow, look at the eyes of small you, don't mention more pitiful. But now Xiao you, with all his heart on his son, can't understand Bai Mohan's mood. Seeing his strange expression, he can't help reaching out and touching his forehead. His face is full of doubts: "don't burn, Han, what's the matter with you? Is there something wrong? "

White ink cold breath hold in the chest, can't go up and down, see her innocent little appearance, also know that she is not pretend. It's really wrong.

"Forget it, it's nothing." Then he turned to Mengmeng, his eyes were not as gentle as before, and said angrily, "get dressed quickly! Do you want to go out to play? "

As soon as Xiao you heard his tone, he was not happy at once. He stretched out his hand like a hen protecting a chick and kept Meng Meng behind him. Then he said, "Why are you so fierce? Where does Meng Meng get in your way again? "

He's in his way everywhere!

He gave birth to a son, not to let him rob his daughter-in-law. Now there is no place to say that he has been wronged.

Mengmeng pouts his mouth and stares at him fiercely. Anyway, with his mother by his side, his father can't bully him, hum! He's not afraid.

White ink cold turned a white eye silently in the heart, get! He really has no place in this family.

"It's getting late. We have to go back in the evening. Don't I want my son to play more?" It's not the first time for him to be soft in front of his daughter-in-law. He has experience.

Xiaoyou could barely accept this explanation, so he turned to his son and said, "Mengmeng, for the sake of our baby, let's not worry about him this time, OK?"

"Well, a man is a man, never mind." Mengmeng puffs her cheeks and pats her chest again. She looks like a little adult and laughs at Xiaoyou and baimohan.

Several people packed up. Although Xiao Musheng had already gone back, he still had all the things he had prepared before. He didn't have to pack up. He could go out as long as he carried a bag.

Although it was morning, Fengshan was not far from here, and the leaves were thick on the mountain, so the sun would not make people feel too spicy. Three people took good things and went straight on the road.

"Didi -"

as soon as they got on the bus and were ready to start, there was a whistle behind them.

Xiaoyou can't help but turn around and take a look. Maserati, a big red satchel to the extreme, slowly follows them.

He waved his hand to the window and waved his smile

Small you just want to say hello, the tan window slowly rolled up. Before she had time to respond, she heard white ink cold voice: "it's time to go."

After that, a sound of engine rings, and the car goes away quickly.

Wenluo, who was left behind, ate the ashes of his nose and felt his chin helplessly: "Tut, this man is really mean."

And Bai Mohan, on their side, was very quiet.

"Mom, is Dad angry again?" Mengmeng blinked and asked in a small voice.

Xiaoyou can't help laughing, "again"? Even Mengmeng can see that this white ink cold is really Alas, how can we make him believe that Wenluo is really a star in his heart, different from him?

"It seems so. My father is angry. Mengmeng says what to do?" Xiaoyou pokes his son's face and teases him.

But she didn't want to, but with a small face, Meng Meng said seriously, "I know, dad is angry because of the uncle just now, and Meng Meng doesn't like the uncle either!"

This is a small tone. It sounds resentful.

Not to mention Xiaoyou, even white Mohan, who has been driving without strabismus, raises his eyebrows in surprise.

"Why? Did that uncle bully Mengmeng just now? " Xiaoyou doesn't understand. It's his own God. How does it seem that his son is so resistant to him?

Although Xiaoyou is not that kind of brain powder, what he likes is also liked by Amway all over the world, but he is denied by his own son, and his heart is still sour.

Is the male god that bad? Or is her vision really bad?

"That uncle wants to rob his mother, but his mother belongs to Mengmeng and his father. No one is allowed to rob her! It's all bad people who rob mom! " Mengmeng clenches her fist and opens her mouth angrily.

This use his this kind of cute little milk sound to say, there is a kind of inexplicable disharmony, but it is extremely lovely.Bai Mohan didn't expect that his "bad" son was standing with him in this matter.

Oh, he's worthy of being his son. As expected, sanguanzheng! Not like his mother! Xiaoyou's mouth can't be closed. How can you say such words? Since he came to Qingxi County, his son has been under his nose, and he can't be taught by Bai Mohan temporarily.

What's the situation. Leng for a long time, small you just returned to God, raised eyes to see white ink cold one eye, see he didn't have any reaction, just quickly lowered the voice to say with the son: "baby, this words can't lie. What uncle wants to rob his mother, uncle has never seen before

How can his mother rob him? Mom explains it to you like this. Meng Meng, do you like Altman very much

"Yes, Mengmeng likes Altman best. When she grows up, she should be like Altman, become very powerful, defeat all the bad guys and protect her mother!"

Xiaoyou touched his son's forehead and said, "that's right. That uncle is very famous. His mother adores him just like Mengmeng likes Altman. Of course, mom's favorite is Meng Meng and dad. "

Such an explanation, Xiaoyou thinks, is acceptable for children, but she ignores a point, her son, is not an ordinary child.

Mengmeng doesn't buy it at all: "I won't listen, I won't listen! That uncle is not Altman! Dad is Altman! Mengmeng doesn't want the Altman whose uncle is his mother

What is it? She just used an analogy to tell him what the concept of "Idol" is. When did she say wenlow was her Altman? My son's ability to change concepts is as good as his father's!