Beibei smiled again, "That picture, I asked my classmate's father to make it, it's beautiful, right?" ”

Su Yue didn't speak, he continued, "My classmate's father is an advertising designer and is very famous. ”

Finally, Su Yue couldn't listen anymore, "You hurry up and leave my house." ”

She pointed to the door and said in a faint tone, because Beibei was a child, she endured it.

Really angry, Beibei showed a trace of fear in his eyes, he got up and ran to Su Yue, "Little mother, don't be angry." ”

"Let's go!"

Without waiting for Beibei to come to her, Su Yue roared angrily, Beibei's little body trembled, and his footsteps immediately stopped.

He craned his neck and let out an "oh".

Turned around and walked towards the gate, dragging a pair of feet along the ground, very reluctant.

Su Yue ignored him, turned around and returned to the balcony, picked up the computer, and looked at the man on the promotional picture of her store, her brows furrowed deeply and gloomily.

After staring at it for a long time, she sighed helplessly, "Hey." ”

It's already like this, and it's just a day of promotion anyway.

The promotion was really different, and the order was received softly in the morning.

She couldn't cope with it alone, and she couldn't reply to many messages in time.

It was busy until more than three o'clock in the afternoon, and she was really hungry, so she got up and left the computer to eat.

Passing by the coffee table, she paused and stopped.

This kid!

Beibei's schoolbag and homework were still here, she frowned and walked over, bent down and stretched out her hand, ready to put Beibei's books away.

His eyes inadvertently glanced at Beibei's homework, and he was surprised to find that the little guy actually wrote a good hand.

Standard small Kai, but there is no lack of immature atmosphere.

But she thought about it, what is so strange about a family like theirs, where children are taught chess, calligraphy and painting by the best teachers since they were young?

Didn't Wen Wen and Nuo Xing start to learn the piano, so the little piano plays better than her.

Thinking about it, she reached out and closed Beibei's book, turned around, found Beibei's schoolbag, and unzipped it.

Instinctively, she glanced inside, and a thick notebook caught her eye, and she tucked the book in her hand and took it out.

Opened.

On the first page, a date for November of the previous year is written, and a smiling face is drawn.

The corners of Su Yue's mouth couldn't help but bend up with a smile.

But what is it? Diary of a Wimpy Kid?

Thinking of this, Su Yue hesitated to continue flipping back.

However, curiosity prevailed over morality, and she continued to turn the page back, and sure enough, it was the diary of the little kid.

The year before last, his handwriting was not very good-looking, and now it is like two people.

It seems that this little kid is working very hard, and in less than two years, he has practiced the words so well.

"My dad doesn't seem to like me, every time he calls him, he says 'um', sometimes I can't see him for days, today he came back, I really wanted him to hug me, but he just said 'um', why doesn't dad like me? I'm so sad. ”

There is also an expression on the back with a sinking mouth, indicating that he was very sad that day.

Every diary in Beibei is so short, and every diary is inseparable from Ming Ansheng, and it has to be mentioned more or less.

Mom is gone, it should be better for him, how can this be!

Su Yue frowned and looked at Beibei's diary in confusion.

Such a young child, how much he longs to be loved by his parents, it is impossible to have maternal love, why can't he give him a little more fatherly love?

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