Breakfast was messed up in panic and embarrassment. When she finally walked out of her house with her bag, Her Majesty the Queen let out her sullen air in relief. She promised that she would never do this with Lin Zikui in the kitchen for the rest of her life. This kind of thing, even if Jin Mo is not at home, she won't be able to. This is called a snake bite for three years and fear of well ropes.

It seemed that something came to mind.She took out the small mirror and foundation in her bag. The tooth mark that was bitten so hard by the little guy has not disappeared. It seems that she has to rub the foundation on her face to cover it up. Okay!

What's wrong with Writer Lin? Today is Friday. Parent-child activities are held in the kindergarten. In the morning, accompanied by parents, I play games with my children at school. In the afternoon, I can let my baby rest at home. Her Majesty is busy at work, although she is also very busy. Reluctant to be close to the baby, but there is no way to come.

The game is also boring. What eagle catches the chick, throws the handkerchief, there is nothing new besides the games that writer Lin was tired of playing when he was young.

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Finally, it was noon. Her Majesty called back to socialize with the client, so she didn't come back for dinner.

Little Jin Mo had a good time with the children all morning. After eating, he rubbed his eyes and made a noise to go to bed. Lin Zikui didn't intend to wake him up until 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

Thinking that my daughter is tired, it's okay to sleep a lot in the afternoon to make up for sleep, and she has to be busy handing in the manuscripts, so that her ears will be clean.

"Boom boom boom... big, big."

Lin Jinmo kept patting the door of Lin Zikui's study with his fragile hand, scared Writer Lin hurriedly pushed the computer on the desk and ran to open the door.

"What's the matter, baby?" As soon as I opened the door, I saw the little guy pouting and lowering his head, not looking at her.

Seeing that something was wrong with her daughter, Lin Zikui knelt down and stroked Jin Mo's head, "Why don't you speak, are you hungry?"

He took a step back and distanced himself from Lin Zikui, avoided the hand that Lin Zikui put on his head, pinched the corner of his pajamas and stood silently.

"Do you want to be big? Still having a nightmare, come and hug you big, okay." After speaking, he got up and went forward to pick up the little guy and give some comfort, but Lin Jinmo avoided him again. Up.

As if thinking of something, Lin Zikui drew the little guy to the front, touched her crotch, and suddenly realized that she was a little bit dumbfounded at the same time, "Ha ha ha ha...How old are you, my baby girl, and wetting the bed!?"

Lin Zikui was not afraid to blame her, but Lin Zikui laughed at her. Lin Jinmo would have been saddened to blame herself. This time, when he heard Dae say this to her, he cried out without holding back for a while.

So scared Lin Zikui quickly hugged the little guy in his arms and patted and coaxed: "I don't blame you baby, I don't blame you."

"I want my mother, I want my mother, don't hug me wow wow wow..." In the arms of Writer Lin, he kept beating and kicking without appreciating, and he kept tossing and tossing very hard.

He hugged his baby with difficulty, carried the little guy into the bedroom, put it on the bed, took off the wet pants, and found a clean pair to replace it. Lin Jinmo is also smart, and has been patiently waiting for her to put on her clothes and pants, and then she lay on the bed and continued to cry, "I don't want to play big, I want to find my mother, I will find my mother."

Looking at my daughter’s battle, I was afraid that this battle would be uncomfortable for a while. I reluctantly took out my mobile phone and called the little guy Fang Yiai’s phone, but it was indeed the secretary who answered him. I was ruthlessly told to boss Fang. During the meeting, Lin Zikui only felt that one had two big heads, picked up the little ancestor on the bed, and regardless of the unfinished manuscripts, walked around the house, upstairs and downstairs, from the kitchen to the toilet to the living room. I will ride a horse, sing a song, and do my best anyway, until the little guy stops, the hour hand on the clock has moved to the 4th position, moving my muscles and bones, sweating, but a few The obedient hair is scattered on the shoulders, and it looks so tired!

Staring at Lin Jinmo, who was sitting on the sofa playing with toys, Lin Zikui secretly made a few stinky faces to vent her dissatisfaction. She is really old and can't stand the toss of this guy.

"Momo, go to the study with Da Da, okay, Da Da has a lot of work to do."

"No," climbed to the other end of the sofa, pulled away from Lin Zikui, and began to entertain himself again. Lin Jinmo was playing vigorously and didn't want to move at all.

Seeing her daughter treat herself so indifferently, without even looking at her, Writer Lin felt sad, and looked at her pro-girlfriend who was playing hard. He took care of the little guy for several hours without even giving it a glance. I didn't give it to her even if I didn't give it to her, she was really old, and she was not close to her anymore!

"Then you have fun here, don't touch things, don't run around. Don't you know." If other parents put their children in the living room alone, they must be worried, but who is the writer of Lin? The children born must be well-behaved and sensible. She would listen to everything she told her, so she didn't hesitate anymore. She knew that this manuscript could not be in arrears. Her few queen editors were trying to urge her every day, so they went to her house to chase and block her!

I finally sat on the chair in my study room again, knowing for the first time that this chair was so soft and comfortable, I was quite lamented that I did not cherish it before. Turning his neck, pounding his sore shoulders and rubbing his nearly broken waist, his hoarse voice exclaimed: "This is really not human work with children!"

Bring the eyes on the table again, light up the computer screen, and continue the unfinished plot just now.

Lin Zikui’s writing habit is to automatically shield all interference, and he will devote himself to it in just a few minutes, tapping quickly and flexibly on the keyboard with his fingers, even Lin Jinmo secretly pushes the open door to come in. have no idea.

"Great!"

"what!"

Shocked by Lin Jinmo's yell, Lin Zikui stared in surprise, looked down at the baby who had come to him, swallowed in shock, and patted his chest comfortingly, puzzled. Asked: "Jin Mo, when did you come in!"

The little guy pouted aggrievedly, staring at Lin Zikui's face with tears of tears, and said sadly: "I have been yelling a lot, and most of them ignore me, and I don't like Momo anymore."

"No, nothing, it's just that I was too focused and didn't pay attention to you."

After getting a simple answer, Lin Jinmo believed it was true, and immediately faded the haze on his face, leaning on Lin Zikui’s legs, crawling along the legs into Writer Lin’s arms, then squinted his eyes and asked Dao Lin triumphantly: "Greatly Do you know how long the toothpaste can be squeezed?"

"How far?" What kind of question is this? The writer Lin, who is full of literary talent, had to shook his head at this amazing question, "What kind of question is this, I don't know."

"Hahahaha... Momo knows," Lin Jinmo suddenly took out the squeezed toothpaste from behind and put it into Lin Zikui's hand. "It's the length from the doorway downstairs to the doorway of the big study!"

Unexpectedly, my daughter could say the answer. She stared blankly at the new toothpaste that she bought from the supermarket the day before yesterday. A bad premonition came over. She quickly put down her daughter who was sitting on her lap and charged. To the door.

In just a few seconds, after the always calm writer Lin uttered a scream after "My God", he turned his head with red eyes, gritted his teeth, but squeezed a sentence from his teeth: " Lin, Jin, Mo, come here!"

"I'm looking for mom."

"I will beat you when your mother is here."

"Ah ah ah ah, don't don't, don't play Momo greatly. Uuuuu...Momo is the best, the best."

Although the child didn't understand what he had done wrong, he was somewhat capable of observing words and actions. Xiao Jinmo found that the momentum was wrong, so he hurriedly hid under the desk and instinctively clutched his little ass. Lin Zikui has always been very strict with Lin Jinmo at home, and strictly abides by the phrase "a filial son is born under a stick".

"Come out!" stepped forward, bent down, and wanted to pull this disobedient kid out. It was daring. He squeezed toothpaste on the floor. It was obvious that Fang Yiai’s cosmetics were lying on the floor. This can only show that this little ancestor is not just squeezing toothpaste at all, he hasn't let go of anything that can be squeezed.

Seeing Lin Zikui approaching, Lin Jinmo hurriedly crawled out from the other side, crying, and shouted: "Don't dare, Momo won't dare anymore!"

Avoiding Lin Zikui's pursuit, Xiao Jinmo ran out of the study and ran downstairs, even the slippers ran away. Looking back, I just saw the menacing writer Lin holding a feather duster and putting his sleeves on his wrists.

But fortunately, God took care of him. As soon as he ran downstairs, he saw his mother who was opening the door with the key.

Seeing Fang Yiai was like seeing her own savior. The little guy threw his nose and tears down and threw herself into Fang Yiai's arms and wailed, "Mom, mom beats me hard!"

I was frightened by the little baby’s posture, but felt even more distressed for the heartbroken daughter who was crying in her arms. She picked her up and gently wiped the tears off her face. As soon as I looked up, I saw the angry baby husband. Stand on the opposite side.

"Xiao Ai, get out of the way and see if I don't beat her today."

"What's wrong with her? I can't speak well, see you scare her."

Slightly turned her body sideways, so that the beauty could take a good look at the scenery behind her: "Look at the good things she has done. If you don't pay attention, you squeeze all the toothpaste and your cosmetics on the floor. It's lawless!"

"Then you can't beat her, she is still young, so if you don't understand anything you can teach her, why are you beating her!"

Hugging her daughter tightly, staring at Lin Zikui, her face is full of stubbornness, if you hit her, I will follow your mother fan!