At the scene of the press conference, the reporter's questions were one after another, and Zhou Nanyue simply talked about everything that happened four years ago, but only the matter of Mozu Beitan's injury and Qianzike's departure was automatically omitted.

In less than a minute, the first place in the search ranking on the Internet was the news of the president's return to China, and it took ten minutes to finish the story of more than 20 years, and everyone understood the cause and effect of the matter.

At the end of the press conference, the four of them, under the protection of bodyguards, walked into the living room of the presidential palace in turn to rest.

After listening to Zhou Nanyue's explanation, he didn't see him say anything about himself and Mo Baozi during the whole process, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a bitter smile.

Sure enough, as she said, men, career is often greater than personal feelings.

Mozu Beitan is the president, how could he let these children be a stumbling block on his way to success?

Thinking of this, the tip of the woman's nose was sour, and tears rolled uncontrollably across her face.

At this time, the bedroom door was suddenly opened, and Mo Baozi came out panting, and saw Asakko Ke who was sitting on the sofa crying.

The little short legs stepped over, and the little meat hand wiped the tears for the woman: "Mommy, why are you crying?" ”

Asa Zike took a deep breath and said with a smile: "Mommy is fine, it's just that there is something in her eyes, and she didn't cry." ”

"Roar, Mommy, you're a liar! Lying nose will get longer! ”

"Mommy wasn't lying, really."

As he spoke, Asa Zike picked up the bun and put it on his lap, his slender fingers caressed his fleshy face, and said gently: "Bun, what do you want to eat at night?" ”

The little guy turned his head to look at the man on the TV and replied, "Mommy, we haven't eaten lunch yet, are you sure you want to have dinner?" ”

"Oh, yes. So what do you want to eat for lunch? ”

Mo Baozi frowned slightly, pointed to the man standing proudly on the TV and asked, "Mommy, who is he?" ”

He ..... It's the new Mr. President, and it's better not to get involved in these national affairs. ”

After speaking, Asa Zike pinched the boy's face and smiled indifferently: "I'll go change my clothes, and we'll go out to eat later?" ”

The little guy answered, narrowed his black eyes slightly and stared at the man on the TV, if the guess is not wrong, Mommy must be crying for this man, as for what reason remains to be investigated!

Brain-made up for his bullying mommy, the little guy's cute face couldn't help but sink: The one who bullies his mommy will be killed!

Asa Zike changed his clothes and walked out of the bedroom, only to see Mo Baozi watching the live broadcast replay very seriously, and walked over and rubbed his head lovingly: "Baozi, what are you looking at?" ”

"Is this man rich?"

The woman was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "No money, I'm a poor bastard!" Okay, turn off the TV, let's go, shall we? ”

Mo Baozi shook his head, kicked his calves, and slid off the sofa: "Don't go, I still have to read." ”

As he spoke, the little guy swaggered to his room, suddenly thought of something, turned to look up at the woman: "Mommy, I can promise you to go to kindergarten obediently." ”

"That's a good boy!"

"However, I have one condition!"

"Stinky boy, I know you're uneasy and kind...... Say, what conditions? ”

"I'll go home by myself after school in the future, don't come to pick me up!"

Asako didn't think about it and refused decisively: "No! How old are you, I don't feel at ease when you go home by yourself. ”

"Then I'm not going."

"Smack!" With a bang, the door was closed, and Asa Zike stood outside the door with a black line, she knew her son very well, and if she didn't promise him, she would never go to kindergarten, the woman sighed slightly and knocked on the door: "Baozi, Mommy can't pick you up, let the teacher send you back, okay?" ”

"Not good!"

"That'..... Would you like to come back with your neighbor's aunt? ”

"Not good!"

"That'..... Would you like to come back with the children in our community? ”

"Good!"

“.......”

In the room, the little guy packed his school bag, returned to the living room again, climbed on the sofa and turned on the TV, which was still playing the press conference.

At this time, Mozu Beitan's face appeared on the screen, and Mo Baozi stretched out his little meat hand, gesturing with a gun, facing the man, as if as long as he dared to bully his mother again, the next second, bang!