When Qin Mumu woke up, it was time for the two little milk bags to get out of class.

On the dinner table

Two little milk bags, you look at me, I look at you, then look at Qin Mumu, and then look at Gong Zhiyun.

"Mommy, what's wrong with Daddy's face?" Gong Jiahe looked curious, and there seemed to be a small flower on Daddy's face.

Red.

Gong Jiazhuo glanced at him sympathetically, this stupid brother, isn't this poking Mommy's heart?

This is what happened on TV, where the bad woman made a mark on Daddy's face and came to demonstrate to Mommy's main room.

Don't ask him why he knows, looking at Mommy's face is not very good, it must be what he thinks.

Their father's originally bad face at this time suddenly loosened, and he was about to open his mouth to explain, and he had thought of the euphemism.

As a result, Gong Jiazhuo, who was sitting on the side, pulled the stupid younger brother.

"Talk less and eat more." So he took some food and put it in his bowl.

The only hope for the whole village suddenly fell silent.

Gong Zhiyun: ......

Qin Mumu lowered his head and laughed eatingly.

Gong Zhiyun's look of wanting to speak and stopping was so relieved, I didn't expect him to have today.

But did he look in the mirror? Why is the lipstick mark on the face still there?

Is it really not a shame at all?

"Eat, don't talk! Don't laugh. ”

Gong Zhiyun put on the majesty of the head of the family, and sure enough, everyone was very obedient and ate obediently.

After eating, the two little children were like the little tails that grew on Qin Mumu's body, and she had to follow wherever she went.

Qin Mumu gave up the plan to open her mobile phone to play games, and asked the housekeeper to bring paint and paper, planning to cultivate their artistic cells, maybe she could really teach an artist.

That's an achievement, too!

"Jiazhuo Jiahe, what do you usually like to do?" With this thought, Qin Mumu became serious.

I also hired a teacher for them to come to their home to teach them their hobbies.

I hope Gong Zhiyun doesn't kill himself, they will all inherit the family business in the future, and she will take him on the road of art, so isn't he a successor?

Thinking that he would be angry in the future, and when he was still worried about the Gong family, she couldn't help but sympathize with him.

"Mommy, can I like to play with cars?" Gong Jiazhuo asked in a low voice.

The tone was a little cautious.

Qin Mumu was stunned for a moment, she only remembered it now, as if she had really never seen toys such as cars and guns at home.

In addition to the fact that the building blocks are puzzles, these two are more common.

Is there something hidden in this?

"Of course you can~ Does Jiazhuo like qiang?" Qin Mumu smiled and spread out the rice paper.

Spread the paint and paintbrush on the side of the table and wait to get your hands dirty.

"Love ......"

However, Mommy didn't let them play before, and said that if they played with those garbage toys, they would be sent to an orphanage.

I don't have anything to eat, and I don't see Daddy.

So, among their toys, there are never qiang and toy cars.

Just because when I was playing with the car, I almost made Mommy fall down the stairs.

They really didn't mean to!

But he really likes it, every child in the class has a remote control car, and even a mini plane that can fly in the sky.

Gong Jiazhuo has known since he was a child that Mommy doesn't like what they do, and the toys they are not allowed to play with will definitely appear in their home.

"Mommy, I want to play with the car too." Gong Jiahe picked up the paint in his hand and squeezed it all on the rice paper.

Yellow, green, red, the picture is terrible.