The community of the Mei family is not far behind the school, except for the week, when they usually sleep in the school.

There is only one reason: staying up late will be criticized. For night owls like Amamei, they will be picked up by their mother when they go home every day.

But unlike usual, due to the extremely heavy homework assigned by the black-bellied man, she went back with her drawing tools this week.

Today's weather is not too hot, thinking of going home, the mood of the plum is like a bird home, after all, the dishes made by my mother are ...... Whew~, saliva is about to flow out.

But after riding for a while, Xiaolan, huh? There is something wrong with this car.

Not to mention that the saddle was shaking back and forth, and the car was not full of gas, she was sweating from the tiredness of the more than ten minutes.

This is not enough, Meng Mei's family belongs to the low floor, but the lottery number unfortunately shook to the top floor at that time, so she also took it to the sixth floor.

When she got home, she was tired and thirsty, and her parents didn't bother to shout, so they rushed into the kitchen refrigerator and took a bottle of drink.

"Girl, it's hard work, today your mother made what you love to eat."

Yue Yue lay leisurely on the sofa and looked at his phone.

Listening to the quarrel on the mobile phone, "Hey~ Dad, you look like a very serious person, why are you obsessed with the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and marriage mediation programs." ”

What Xiao Wang is here to help, mediation is 100% his dish.

"Girl, this is a good thing, you see how good my relationship with your mother has been married for decades." straightened up, "Come on, come on, let's see the screen together." ”

"Xiang Yue, look at what you let Meimei see every day? She is only in her early 20s, what is the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law? When I heard the quarrel, my head buzzed, and I quickly shut it down. ”

Hearing his wife's roar, he quickly turned off his mobile phone.

Meng Mei smiled helplessly, my father has always been trying to survive in the cracks!

"Huh? What about Fan Fan, why don't you see him, did you go out to play today? ”

Meng Yue took a sip of green vegetables: "He, playing on the computer in the house, has called him several times." ”

When Lei Lijuan heard this, she immediately became angry: "Fan Fan, immediately come out for me to eat, 1, 2." ”

Before he counted to three, he immediately rushed to the dinner table.

Fan is only ten years old this year, still in the fourth grade, naughty and mischievous, but what he is most afraid of is the one, two, and three in his mother's mouth.

But if you do something wrong and don't obey, you will always be rewarded.

The criticism and accusation on his lips can't be remembered at all, even if he is beaten, he will forget it in the blink of an eye, and next time he gives a little better color, there is a chance that he will repeat it.

Just because I don't do my homework well, I don't know how many times I have been beaten and criticized, and every time I can make Lei Li angry.

As for Amamei, he often destroys, sometimes out of curiosity, sometimes just with itchy hands, but sometimes he is so angry that he really wants to throw him away in the country of Claw.

I often wonder why other people's younger brothers are cute and obedient, and when she arrives, her painting style changes abruptly, and she is naughty and underbeaten? Plum is about to elevate it to a philosophical problem.

Of course, in addition to being angry, I usually like him very much, and sometimes it's inconvenient for him to take something or do something, and he runs very fast.

After dinner, Meng Mei silently moved a small stool to frame paper in the toilet, and couldn't help muttering: "Isn't it just two pictures, sister, I'll finish painting for you in minutes, and the time to show my skills has come, and I will frame both sides of the board for you." ”

I happened to hear the voice of my younger brother playing chicken and eating microphones, "No. 3, No. 3, save me, I'm dying, I'm dying." ”

I thought he was playing with his classmates, but in the next second.

"It's okay, it's okay, my uncle has already killed you."

Did you hear it wrong, why does this voice look so much like that black-bellied man?

Listen carefully, it's not, the voice is not as deep as Yan Ting, but hearing this voice, Meng Mei is still in a bad mood, and her expression when she tears the tape can't help but become hateful.