After returning home at night, the little complainant went to complain to his grandfather, and then Mr. Jiang held his little grandson's sweetheart for a long time, "Why didn't you call grandpa? How dare you yell at my good grandson." Mr. Jiang hugged his little good grandson, the little tiger was loved by his grandpa, and he couldn't break free even if he wanted to.

Mr. Jiang was cursing, thinking that other people's grandpa passed away today, and he didn't even know about it, so he yelled at his son angrily, "Jiang Chenyu, why didn't you tell me about such a big event today? Other grandpas have passed away, why don't you let me go?"

Jiang Chenyu looked at his angry father and his uncomfortable son on the sofa, "What did you go for? Arguing?"

Elder Jiang: "Go and support my grandson!"

Jiang Chenyu looked at his family who wanted to beat up his son, but he was spoiled by this circle of people.

"He doesn't need support to be so bold, and then support him, and want him to go to the sky?"

Mr. Jiang felt that he and his son were not speculative, so he hugged his little grandson and planned to leave, but he hugged him twice but did not move... "Grandson, let's walk hand in hand."

The wrinkled old hand took the dirty and fleshy little paw up the steps, "Grandpa, can you 咘咘咘啦?"

Mr. Jiang: "What? A doll?"

"No, where and Dad can do it, and I can do Jiujiu too." The little tiger said.

Mr. Jiang frowned, doubting in his heart, how could his domestic violent Nuanzi and Er Nizi, who specialized in treating him, still be dolls?

Could it be that this couple lied to my little grandson again?

After Gu Xiaonuan took a bath, when she went downstairs to look for her son, "Tiger? Huh, cub? Little tiger?"

"Husband, where's your son?" Seeing Jiang Chenyu who was alone in the living room, Gu Nuannuan asked.

Jiang Chenyu replied: "I left with my dad. Be mentally prepared, my dad will pick up the tiger himself soon."

"Why?"

In the early morning of the next day, the little tiger was eating at the dining table. Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiang also sat at the main seat this time, "Today I will send off my grandson, Jiang Chenyu, and you will be responsible for sending off our Nuanzi."

Gu Nuannuan looked at his father and put something for his son, "Dad, why? My school and Tiger's are quite close."

Mr. Jiang snorted, "I'm going to see who that old sweetie is. He dares to call out my good grandson and treat him like my good grandson has no grandpa!"

The posture must be found for the good grandson.

Jiang Chenyu guessed it last night, and he didn't object at all. Even, he could think of his objection, how his father would quarrel with him at the dinner table, and in the end his father still couldn't help himself.

In the morning, when the father and son went to send the mother and son to school, Jiang Chenyu said to his father: "The matter was settled yesterday, and today I really see each other, enough is enough, don't bring the child a bad reputation."

Originally, the little tiger was the grandson of the Jiang family and the only son of Jiang Chenyu, so he was enough to be noticed at school, and many people watched him when he picked him up and went to and from school every day. If the father was at the school gate to vent his anger on the little guy, then the people behind him might talk about it.

Parents' words and actions can also affect children's perceptions.

Every time Jiang Chenyu and Gu Nuannuan were at the gate of their son's kindergarten, they paid great attention to their own image, they represented their son's face.

Mr. Jiang said impatiently: "Okay, I get it. You have only been a father for a few years, and I have been a father for so many years. You are no better than me in terms of numbers. I have three children, and you are the only one. You still teach What about me." Mr. Jiang took his little boy by the hand and disliked his second son.

Gu Xiaomao, who was sitting in the co-pilot, held his face and looked at his son funny, "When you go to school, don't study students who look different from you, you know? Call the teacher if you have any questions."

The little tiger pouted, "Oh, Bao knows."

Old Jiang crushed Jiang Chenyu with his age advantage, and he sat in the back of another car with his grandson in his arms.

Both the mother and the son opened the windows and waved to each other, the little tiger shouted: "Where, send food to Bao~"

Gu Nuannuan replied: "I can't deliver it, where is today's class."

In the car, Mr. Jiang was puzzled: "Tiger, can our Nuanzi go directly to your school?"

The little tiger shook his head, "My mother has a back door."

The two cars went straight all the way ahead, and when they reached a fork in the road, the two cars drove separately.

Jiang Chenyu said to his wife, "Xiao Nuan, don't give food to his little mouth, he won't eat well at school."

Gu Nuannuan: "Husband, I don't go every day, I only go there when I'm free. Besides, except for the first day after my son snatched my pancakes, I went to him later just to see him and buy food. Feed him yourself! Never let him touch you,'

Sometimes, the little tiger's arms stretched out of the railing, and Gu Nuannuan backed away, just not letting his son touch it. The little tiger was angry, acted like a baby, and called his mother to use it all up. Gu Nuannuan only fed his son two bites Sent away.

"But my husband has already said it, I will reduce the number of times." Gu Xiaonuan was now obedient and obedient again.

Jiang Chenyu was driving, and turned his head to take a quick look at his little Nuanmao. He drove with one hand, and the other hand landed on Gu Nuannuan's leg and patted it twice, and said with a smile: "I don't know How long can my kitten be sensible and obedient this time?"

Gu Xiaonuan: "...Jiang Chenyu, what do you mean?"

Look, it's over at the beginning.

kindergarten.

The little tiger was about to enter the school with his schoolbag on his back, but his grandfather refused to let him go. Finally, he watched Sweet get out of the car, accompanied by old Sweet.

Mr. Jiang was so old, he bent down, picked up his tender little grandson, and kissed his little face several times, "Tiger, you are also grandpa's sweetheart, grandpa's heart, If anyone bullies you at school, just call grandpa, and grandpa will kill you immediately to vent your anger on you."

The little tiger put his arms around Elder Jiang's neck and acted like a baby, "Squeeze, baby~"

"It's so good. I've been wronged, so I'll call grandpa right away."

"Okay~ Shall I give Bao some delicious food?" asked the clever boy.

Old Jiang nodded.

The old Sweet on the side also heard the meaning of Jiang Lao, the elderly, the intergenerational relatives, all protect their little grandson.

When the little tiger landed, Little Sweet also looked at him, and he greeted the little tiger in a foreign language.

Little Tiger: "...Grandpa, listen, he said 咘咘咘啦 again."

"What? You call this a 'boo la boo la', not a rag doll?"

The school that Little Tiger and Little Sweet entered together was also thanks to the two little radishes. The kindergarten worked overtime last night, and all of them were equipped with monitoring equipment. Some corners and blind spots were all monitored in all directions!

The kid who was scared to cry by the little tiger yesterday took the initiative to chat with him, "Hi, my name is Sweet, what's your name?"

The little tiger was stunned, he sucked his little mouth cutely, and couldn't understand it again. Dad is not around, it really delays things~ I didn't even translate it.

Due to what happened yesterday, the little tiger was afraid that he would cry if he called him again, so he didn't dare to call his uncle.

"Teacher~" the little tiger shouted loudly in the campus.