"Come, who?"

Mencius is still writing homework and hearing the doorbell, thinking that Mom is back.

"Sister, it's you!" Meng Zidi's eyes clearly released the excitement of light. "Why didn't my brother-in-law come here this time?"

"He went to work."

Behind the coffin, a small head came out.

“Hey? Where did this 'little monk’ come from? It looks interesting.”

The coffin was puzzled. The baby didn't wear a small coat this time. Why did Xiaodi call him a "little monk"?

If even his reaction is like this, go to school... I don't know if it will be laughed at by the children.

"The baby is not a 'small monk'." Xiaonuo came out from behind the coffin and muttered a small mouth.

"Xiao Nuo, this is ‘舅舅’.” Lingbi bowed his head and looked at the little guy who couldn’t reach his waist.

Hearing the word "舅舅", Xiaonuo's body was stiff, and immediately it was like a little tiger with a hairy hair, and he was guarded in front of the coffin.

"Hey?" Meng Zidi whispered, when did he become a scorpion?

Ren Mengzi Di Cong Hui Ling's head melon, at this time also seems to be frozen by the frost, the dullness is not decent.

"I don't want to be jealous, bad." Xiaonuo's eyes looked directly at Mencius, as if he had done something bad.

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The smile on the face of Lingbi quickly converges, slowly crouching down, and looks a little serious. "Baby, why do you say ‘bad?’

Xiaonuo looked at her mother's eyes, and righteously said: "Agarwood's cockroaches pressed her mother down to Huashan, and Xiaonuo didn't like it."

The coffin raised an eyebrow, and there was a little more worry between the eyebrows. It seems that the little Cinnamon’s cognition is mostly from cartoons. Those people’s influence on him is really deep. “Baby, listen to my mother and tell you, '舅舅' is just a name, did the mother not teach you before?"

Xiaonuo replied: "Mom's brother and brother are called ‘舅舅’.”

"Yes, every cockroach is different. The scent of Agarwood is a bad person, but Mom believes that Xiaonuo babies will love their cockroaches."

Mencius scratched his head, and he imagined countless possibilities in his mind. The final conclusion was, "Sister, shouldn't this be your child?"

"..."

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"Look at the news headlines that you came up with this time, you can't catch people's eyes completely." The propaganda director shot the newspaper on the table. Since the team leader of the reporter team took temporary maternity leave, he handed over the work at hand to her hand. .

"Director, the headline of the news, we really did our best, and this manuscript is still what we have racked our brains, and it took a lot of effort to come up."

The propaganda director turned a blind eye. "I think it is very good to say a word. The original flavor without a burst is not as good as an old popsicle that has been passed by a hundred people. You have seen these things eight hundred years ago. After that, may I ask, do you like this kind of thing?"

"Director, is your request a bit high? When the team leader was there..."

"She is her, I am me, in my case, I have to listen to everything, since you have no explosive points, then I will come to you."

I took a financial magazine on the table and took it with me. I turned over one page at a time and finally stopped my attention at the top of the list of rich people. "Xu Yizhi?"