I'm going to write about it.

In the end, Jiang Maru, who had only written it three times, threw the small notebook into Jiang Zhaoying's hand: "Little uncle, I won't write it, it's a big deal, it's a beating, I'm not afraid." ”

Knowing that he was going to be beaten, Jiang Marumu just didn't write it, who asked the little uncle to say that he would take him to eat chicken. It was the little uncle who tempted him first, anyway, the little uncle was angry, and if he was beaten, he would be beaten together.

So the next day, Emaru was beaten alone.

The culprit Jiang Zhaoying was 'distressed' by his side, Jiang Mararu felt that people's hearts were really sinister, look, his little uncle was a model, don't play with him in the future.

The next day, Jiang Zhaoying went to the kindergarten to pick up Jiang Mararu from school with a good conscience.

This is an aristocratic kindergarten.

What are you kidding, it is impossible for Emaru to be a civilian, because his parents are too faceless to keep a low profile.

"Jiang Yanning!"

Jiang Zhaoying shouted there.

Jiang Maru was waving goodbye to Xiao Tangtang: "Xiao Tangtang, thank you for your little yellow pepper at noon today, but I like to eat small fish balls more, give me all your small fish balls next time." ”

Little Sugar Candy pursed her lips and snorted, "Don't give it to you." ”

Emarimaru knows that girls are duplicitous.

So next time, Xiao Tangtang will definitely give him all the small fish balls.

After saying goodbye to Xiaomei, Emaru said goodbye to Xiaomei again: "Xiaomei, although you pulled my pants today, I am a gentleman, and I will not care about you." But when you pull my pants in the future, you have to tell me in advance, I'm afraid that my nasty little uncle will forget to put on my underwear. ”

Jiang Zhaoying, who came over, happened to hear this.

What a little uncle?

At this moment, the Emaru Pill thief raised a smile awkwardly: "Little uncle, you're here, isn't my new tablemate Xiao Tangtang beautiful?" ”

There was no need for Jiang Zhaoying to answer, Jiang Maru had already confirmed his answer: "I think Xiao Tangtang is super beautiful." ”

Jiang Zhaoying teased his little guy: "Didn't you say that Xiaomei is the most beautiful?" ”

Emaru glanced at his little uncle, and then used a kind of old god to be there? Or say in a serious tone: "I like Xiaomei and Xiaotangtang so much, if only the three of us could be together forever." ”

Jiang Zhaoying: "......"

is young, but the scum is clear.

With whom?

That night, the little scumbag of Emaru was questioned.

However, the interrogator was not Jiang Yingchi. Emaru was also very happy because of this, and it was finally not his father who was making trouble for him.

But......

The girl in front of him made Jiang Maru even more at a loss, and biologically speaking, this person was his mother.

Hey, Emaru thought, why isn't mom at home often? Isn't dad bad for mom? Will mom be like other children's mothers, separated from dad forever?

At that time, will he be with his father or with his mother?

It seems like a question that you don't have to think about, of course it's Dad. Although Dad always beats him, beating is kissing and scolding is love, which shows that Dad loves him very much.

The scene at this moment is that one big and one small are staring.

Ning Qiluo stared at the little guy all the time, reluctant to let Nuo Kaiyan go. She hadn't seen the little guy for almost a month, and Jiang Yingchi took good care of him, white and tender, and very manly.

Jiang Zhaoying, who came to eat, thought that the mother and son had finished talking, so she said: "Ning Qiluo, look, is your son a scumbag, he wants to give every girl a home at a young age." ”

Dregs?

This word, Emaru Maru wonderfully understands.

So he refuted his little uncle with reason: "According to Dad's logical understanding, this is not called scum, it is called Pudu sentient beings." ”

Jiang Zhaoying gave a thumbs up to Jiang Maru: "You are really your father's good son." ”

Jiang Yingchi, who had just entered the door: "? ”