When he arrived outside the door of the study, Song Jin found a very serious problem.

She looked at the smart monitoring door in front of her, which was three or four times taller than her, and fell into a long contemplation.

She's too short.

Stretching out her hand, not only could she not reach the doorknob, but even the iris monitoring detector couldn't scan her.

At this point, you can only use stupid methods.

She leaned on the door, pouting, and her chubby little fleshy hand knocked desperately on the door, "Muse! Open the door, Muse! ”

It was originally a very imposing sentence, but it's a pity that the little milk sound is soft and glutinous, with a coquettish tail.

As soon as these words came out, they immediately changed their taste, and it was exactly the same as the feeling of her daughter lying outside the door crying and shouting, "Dad, you open the door, people want to go in, but people can't get in".

But the study is a confidential place, the material of the door is the most special, and the sound insulation effect is naturally needless to say, she shouted outside her throat, and the people inside may not be able to hear a word.

Song Jin shouted for a while, but didn't see the door open, thought for a while, and then walked downstairs with his little short legs, and the light green floral princess dress swayed back and forth.

Then, the servants who were sorting things downstairs could see such a scene

A little Lori wearing light green clothes and two pigtails holding a chair taller than her was stepping on small steps step by step, moving upstairs with great difficulty.

She had to stagger a few times after a few steps, like a clumsy little penguin.

"Madam, come on, this chair is heavy."

Anything can happen in the interstellar world, especially Song Jin's scientist mother, who has turned into a dog and a pig before, and now seeing that his wife has become a child, these servants are not much surprised, but take the initiative to help.

"No," Song Jin is also very stubborn, and she is not used to bothering others in her own affairs, except for the muse, she wishes he was tired to death, "It's just a chair, I can do it, you go and do your job, don't worry about me." ”

By the time Song Jin moved the chair to the third floor, more than an hour had passed.

She stepped on the chair, rolled up her sleeves, and wanted to open the door to find someone to settle the score, but the door was opened from the inside first.

Song Jin: "I'm

The muse stood in the doorway, glanced down at her, frowned, "What are you doing here?" Greet me? ”

Song Jin's mind was full of "I wasted more than a hour like this?" "I knew he would open the door, so what chair should I move, am I stupid?" And "This can't be intentional, right?" "To" this goods must be intentional! ”

Finally, "No, I can't, my hour's hard work can't be in vain!" ”

"Can't you open the door later?" Little Lori stood on the chair, and she was about to explode, "I knocked on it for so long just now, and you didn't open it, what are you turning it on now!" You're doing it on purpose, right? Give me back! ”

Song Jin pushed him in, and in the moment when the muse was stunned, she hooked the doorknob with a curved sickle, slammed the door, and pulled it back and closed it.

The muse in the room""

Then, after a while, Song Jin opened the door by himself, "Okay, you can come out now." ”

Muse""

It didn't take long for the muse to analyze what had happened before from the series of extra things outside the door, and Song Jin's words, laughed lowly, stretched out his hand and pinched Song Jin's soft cheeks again, "If I don't open the door, you won't use the communicator to contact me?" ”

“”

The muse knew at a glance that she had forgotten.

Song Jin's brain communication device is similar to the furnishings, usually only others contact her, and she rarely takes the initiative to contact others, so she always forgets that she has a communication device.

Song Jin hid the silver bracelet on his wrist, and then looked at him very imposingly and calmly, and said, "I thought I hadn't thought of this?" I just accidentally dropped my brain in the room and didn't bother to go back and get it. ”

The muse glanced at her meaninglessly, and the little Lori puffed out her chest and stared at him, looking like she had a clear conscience.

He didn't poke her either, he raised his hand, and combed her two pigtails with his bony fingertips, "The hair is messy." Turn it around and recomb it for you. ”

"No," Song Jin reached out and touched her little tug, and found that her hair was really a little scattered, and said angrily, "It's not that you are to blame!" ”

The man asked lightly while combing, "Why do you blame me again?" ”

"Who told you not to open the door for me!"

Song Jin completely forgot that he was here to settle accounts with the muse, and instantly remembered another thing, "Oh, by the way, it seems really inconvenient like this, why don't you repair a small door, if Serge and Catherine want to come to you, you can't hear you crying dead at the door, how miserable it is." ”

The Muse was silent for a moment, then looked at her deeply

"From what I've seen so far, they are more interested in sleeping than in me as a father, so there's no such thing as 'Serge and Catherine want to come to me anyway.'"

“”

"And what if?" Song Jin asked without giving up.

"There are no ifs."

He didn't hesitate.

Song Jin gave him a gesture

"Why are you so decisive? There are exceptions to everything! For example, now Serge and Catherine wake up and come hand in hand to play with their father, but who knows, just because you don't repair a small door, they can only cry outside the door for a long time, calling you that you shouldn't be, and finally get angry, so they roll on the ground all over the ground, can you imagine how miserable that picture is? ”

"I can't." The muse patted her on the head, "Tie it up." It's okay, don't think about it, if they dare to roll on the ground and lose their temper, they will be thrown out by me. ”

“”

Song Jin returned to the room, Serge and Catherine just woke up, their eyes were open, in a daze, rubbing their eyes and yawning from time to time, from a certain point of view, these two little guys are like muses, they are very time-sensitive.

Although they usually love to sleep, as long as they have dinner or afternoon tea, they will wake up on time, and they will not fall asleep no matter how sleepy they are, of course, I don't know if the muse did something to these two little guys when she didn't know.

The little girl Catherine woke up from sleep, completely forgot about Song Jin's pinching of her, pouted, and leaned over to kiss her.

Song Jin also chirped her, compared to Catherine's enthusiasm, she kept looking at the ceiling, and Searle, who seemed to be in deep thought, seemed a little indifferent.

"Searle, come, call Mom."

Song Jin poked his face, and Searle pursed his lips, probably knowing Song Jin's character of not giving up without reaching his goal, he made a wooden face and shouted reluctantly, "Mom." ”

originally thought that this would be the case, but who knew that Song Jin happily hugged him and kissed him violently, "Why are you so well-behaved this time?!" Come, shout again! ”

Serge""

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