On the car. Jiang Mo naturally saw the hot searches on his phone, raised his head and asked, "Wen Yan, has He Shaoang really stepped in and stepped on the sewing machine?" Wen Yan put his hands on his chest and said indifferently, "He Shaoang deserves it, I already give him face." "Thanks." Wen Yan supported Jiang Mo with one hand, pressing the person against the seat behind, with a bad smile on the corner of her mouth. "Huh? What did you say just now? The sound was too small to hear." Jiang Mo was in Wen Yan's ear and deliberately said in a loud voice: "Thank you." Wen Yan frowned slightly and pinched Jiang Mo's face. "The sound is so loud that I almost got deafed by you. Did you do it on purpose?" Jiang Mo murmured in a low voice: "You said just now that my voice was too small, I was a little louder. You think it's too big now, why are you doing so much?"
Wen Yan raised her fingers and hooked Jiang Mo's chin. "Huh? Jiang Mo, I helped you. Now I actually said that. Are you repaying kindness and revenge? Do you understand?" Jiang Mo shook his head sincerely, "I don't, I'm sincere. Thank you very much. If it weren't for you, He Shaoang might have been at ease." "This is almost the same. What do you plan to thank me? I'll do you a favor, too." Wen Yan looked at Jiang Mo with malicious intentions. Jiang Mo was seen unnatural all over and held his chest tightly with both hands, "What do you... want?" "I... cough cough cough, I've had time to watch movies with me. I haven't watched a movie for a long time." Jiang Mo raised his head and said incredibly: "Watch a movie? You just want me to watch a movie with you?" "Um." Wen Yan slowly approached, "What did you think of?" "No, it's good to watch a movie. I haven't watched a movie for a long time, let's go together." Jiang Mo turned his face aside and looked at the scenery outside. I thought Wen Yan would make some unreasonable requests, but it turned out that he was just watching a movie, but he was thinking too much. Back home. Little breast dumplings were wearing beautiful skirts and waiting for dad outside. Seeing that my father got out of the car, he ran over with his short legs and hugged his legs. "dad." ε==(づ′▽`)づ "My baby, do you miss your dad today?"
The little breasts were whispering: "I miss my dad!" Then, he pouted his mouth and kissed his father in the face. "Dad♡(˃͈દ˂͈༶)" Jiang Mo almost couldn't resist the baby's enthusiasm, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I won't kiss you anymore. Dad knows that Tangtang misses his father." Wen Yan looked at it silently and asked, "Tangtang, haven't you seen your mother?" "Mother!" Xiao Tangtang kissed her mother with a whisper. "Do you read books and practice the piano well at home every day?" The little guy pointed his head like a chicken pecking at rice, pointing at a story book. "Mom, Tangtang see." "So well-behaved." Wen Yi murmured in a low voice, "Reading? I've watched TV for a day. The TV is still hot now. If you don't believe me, go and touch it." Xiaoni Tuanzi secretly patted her uncle's hand and pouted her mouth. "Okay, okay, uncle won't say it." "Dad, Tangtang reads books." The baby picked up the book and showed it to his father. Jiang Mo couldn't help but sigh, "Our Tangtang is so well-behaved. She can read books at such a young age. She will definitely be a primary school master in the future." "Dad, Tangtang behave." "Dad knows, so today I specially brought you big Tangtang." Jiang Mo took out two super big lollipops, which were bigger than Tangtang's face. The little guy screamed happily. "eat!" (´つヮ⊂︎) "good." Jiang Mo peeled the lollipop and put it in his hand. The little guy bit off one of the rabbit's ears in one bite. Wen Yi asked, "Brother-in-law, why did I hear that you almost fell off when you hung a wire today? Is that true?" Jiang Mo nodded and said, "Well, someone is making trouble behind the scenes." "Is it He Shaoang? I heard that he was sent in to step on the sewing machine?" Wen Yi twitched the corners of his mouth.
"It's my sister who made it." Wen Yan raised his eyelids and said, "It's me, He Shaoang deserves the blame, so he cut Jiang Mo's Wiya with a knife." "He Shaoang is too bold. He dares to do such things. Let him sit in prison, and he will not be able to get out of here in the future." "Well, sit down!" ฅ•ω•ฅ The little milk dumpling also nodded and raised his little ears. He listened very seriously, although the baby couldn't understand what it was. Jiang Mo was amused by the cute little baby and pinched her little face. "Do you know what dad is talking about?" Xiao Tangtang said with a silly voice: "Dad, say, bad guy!" "Yes, Dad is talking about bad guys, we Tangtang is so smart. ” Jiang Mo took a sip of the baby's soft little face. "Dad brought you big candy, is it delicious?" Tangtang nodded, "It's delicious, Tangtang likes it." Then, he pouted his little mouth covered with lollipops and went to kiss his father. Jiang Mo raised his hand and pressed the baby's little head, "Good Tangtang, you can continue to eat." The little guy continued to nibble with the lollipop. "Dad, Tangtang writes..." The little guy pointed at the small notebook on the table, which seemed to have the words she wrote. Jiang Mo was so excited that the baby could write, so he immediately picked up the notebook and took a look. "Baby Tangtang, is this the word you wrote?" The baby nodded, "Write, lots of money." Jiang Mo twitched the corner of his mouth. The word was written a bit abstract, like a ghost painting talisman? ? "Tangtang, what did you write? Why can't my dad see it?" Tangtang baby pointed at the ghost drawing talisman on it with a little finger, raised his head and smiled, stupid and cute. "dad……" (◍´꒳`◍) Wen Yi looked at the ghost painting talisman on it and smiled and fell on the sofa. "Hahahaha, what is Tangtang writing about? Is it written by Dad? Who can tell it? It's like a ghost-drawing talisman."
"I'm so laughing, hahaha." Tangtang rubbed her eyes with grievance.•́‸ก. She wrote the word "Dad". Wen Yan raised his hand and squeezed Wen Yi's thigh hard, and glared at him. Wen Yi closed her mouth and didn't dare to laugh anymore, but she couldn't help it and covered her mouth and started laughing again. The words written by the little devil are still as abstract as ever, and most people cannot understand them at all. Jiang Mo praised, "I wrote the word "Dad" very well. Tangtang is so smart. He can write at such a young age." The little guy was praised by his father and smiled happily. "Dad, write about Dad!" (๑╹ヮ╹๑)ﾉ "We Tangtang are so smart. We can write less than three years old. Will your father teach you how to write well next time?" "good." Tangtang Baby nodded and hugged her father's neck tightly. She is the smartest!