Mo Qijue came to the back garden and watched his son sitting in a rocking chair, and he put the snacks on the round table next to him.

Tong Lele saw it, didn't look up, grabbed a small cake or something and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Grandpa, do you have eye cramps? Don't pretend to have eye cramps and think you don't need to pull the weeds, hurry up, or your young master will kill you later. Tong Lele knocked on Xiao Erlang's leg and ate a small cake, but suddenly saw Steward Feng's eyes cramping at him.

"You're old, and you still want to be lazy at work, be careful that my scumbag will fire you."

Mo Qijue, who was standing on the side, his face sank half.

Steward Feng continued to wink at the little young master.

"Grandpa Feng, tell me why my scumbag father's face is so stinky? When he saw me, he didn't have a good face, and he punished me for pulling weeds. Tong Lele picked up a bunch of grapes, put them in his mouth and ate them, "I guess if he has suffered a woman's loss?" ”

When Steward Feng heard this, his face became more and more ugly, and his eyes were squeezed.

And this was seen by Tong Lele as a nod, he patted his calf, "You think so, I just said, with the cold appearance of the bachelor, it really doesn't please women, I'm really worried, I'll have a little love in the future, make a date or something, and bring him such a big light bulb, who made him my scumbag daddy, date without stimulating him, how can I sprinkle dog food on him." ”

Mo Qijue's handsome face darkened.

A cold voice rose over Tong Lele's head, "It's really my good son." ”

"yes, ah-" Tong Lele looked up, and when he saw the man with a dark face, he was so frightened that he almost rolled off the rocking chair.

Tong Lele immediately showed an innocent smile and said to Mo Qijue, "Hey, Daddy, when were you here?" ”

I don't know how much the scumbag listened.

Steward Feng watched, and after making an Amen posture, he immediately turned his back and squatted down to pull the weeds.

"I brought this fruit snack, what do you say?" Mo Qijue's voice was low.

Hearing this, the corners of Tong Lele's mouth twitched, and he turned his head to glare at the housekeeper who was silently pulling weeds.

Seeing that the storm was about to hit, Tong Lele had an idea, quickly jumped out of the rocking chair, and then stood aside and said, "Daddy, I just learned a dance at school, called the Seaweed Dance, and I'll dance it for you." ”

As he spoke, he improvised and wriggled himself while dubbing himself.

After the jump, Mo Qijue's face was still stinky, and Tong Lele didn't dare to offend, so he said, "Daddy, I'll go pull the weeds immediately!" Say goodbye and don't bother the baby! ”

After finishing speaking, Tong Lele smeared oil under his feet, slipped away and walked to the side of the housekeeper, squatting down and pulling weeds indiscriminately.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Grandpa Feng, you're not kind!" You don't remind you when the scumbag comes, you cheat me! ”

Steward Feng shouted grievances, looked at the little young master with a crying face, and said, "Little young master, I have a reminder for you." ”

"What do you call a look-a-glance reminder, you're clearly cramping!" Tong Lele slammed the uprooted grass to the ground, "Scared the baby to death, do you know?" ”

After Tong Lele finished saying this, a cold air came from his back, enveloping him, and the next second, a pair of black shiny leather shoes came into view.

Tong Lele hurriedly lowered his head, and a pair of small hands quickly lay on the grass.

"Woo-woo-"

Tong Lele stood up crying, stretched out a pair of small hands, and cried and said, "Daddy, you see, the baby's hand is bleeding, and he needs to blow to get ......better."

Mo Qijue originally wanted to beat his son, but seeing him suddenly crying and coquettish, his heart softened and he frowned.

"Naughty again, believe it or not, Lao Tzu beat you!" Mo Qijue reached out and grabbed Tong Lele's little wrist and entered the house.

"Daddy, don't beat the baby PP, okay, if you want to beat it, wait until tomorrow to beat it, okay?"

Anyway, he will have to exchange with Mo Lisi tomorrow, and he won't beat him.

ps: Plus more 2~ Recommend the end of the fish article "The President is on top: New wife, don't make trouble", "The domineering pet of the hidden marriage president: Bo Shao, please let it go", click on the avatar of the little fish to see the end of the text, it looks as good~