In the future, no matter how he deals with her in Tuoba Gucheng, she will never sit still.

If he continues to want her to die, then I'm sorry, she can mix in Qiu Yutai once, she can go in the second time, can't she kill him?

Think of it this way and take a plane back to City A.

Back to the Three Bridges Villa Garden.

All the things Shi Qingzhou said, Shi Qingzhou deeply squeezed sweat for her.

"You just said, Mom can think of that situation."

"It's okay, am I not coming back?" An Xiaomen held her arm and said with a smile, "Mom, I'll pick up my son when I come back. Let's have a reunion dinner together at night. Come."

"Okay, mom cooks tonight."

"That's great." Get up from the sofa, "Mom, don't say anything, I'll pick up the child."

"Okay, go."

After receiving the car keys from Xiaowu, An Xiaomen drove to his devil training camp.

The thought of seeing his baby son, An Xiaomen was a little excited.

The children have fifteen minutes before leaving class, and An Xiaomen plans to wait for them to take them after class.

I went to the office, where Chen Xu, Jinshan, and teachers of culture classes were all there.

When she saw her, everyone stood up.

"Oh, which young lady is here." Jinshan joked.

"Don't make trouble. I'll pick up the child and return it. I'll send it tomorrow morning. What's going on here recently?"

"Your son is like you." Chen Xu gave a thumbs up. "Everything is learned quickly.

"I hope you are not comforting my mother's heart. His language has not been good by comparison. Has it improved now?"

"Overall, I have improved a bit. Speaking of this, I'll show you the composition written by Yi Yi's children." The culture class teacher found out Jin Yi's writing, then turned to one of the pages and gave it to her. The score is 100, and Chinese is not as good as mathematics, and the composition is still slightly worse. "

An Xiaomen took the text and glanced at the handwriting on it.

The font is very good, once An Xiaolim asked him to practice copybooks every day, which corrected his problems in this regard.

This is a composition for parents.

The name is [My Mom and Dad. ]

The contents are as follows:

My dad is a middle-aged man. It is said that an uncle like my dad is quite attractive. I don't think so because I am handsome and younger than him.

Dad, he manages every day in the office, and it doesn't stop for a moment. Many times, I advised dad not to be so tired anymore, but he said that my child didn't understand.

Yes, I do n’t understand. I do n’t understand why the world of adults has to turn around money. Ca n’t they live without money?

Yes, you ca n’t live without money.

Dad's temper was good and bad. When I went home, I secretly went online and found the three words menopause on the Internet.

After a series of comparisons, I found that the situation was true, and it was extremely distressing.

In response to this situation, I will have no time to report to my mummy, yes, when it comes to my mummy, I have to say that she is my role model.

Mommy loves and hates me clearly. When she loves me, she calls me baby. When she hates me, she calls me Jin Yichen.

Every time she called me Jin Yizhen, I thought that my mommy was going to make a noise if she broke me. Let ’s run away. What should I do if she hit me? I ca n’t fight back. After all, she is my mommy. I have to filial her Yeah.

...

After reading the composition, An Xiaomen handed it to the teacher, "This child ... 's writing ability needs to be improved, and there are still typos that need to be corrected, and the teacher will need more guidance to correct them in the future."

"Naturally," said the teacher with a smile. "Apart from the language, there are some deficiencies, and everything else is pretty good."

When taking Jin Yizhang back, An Xiaomeng asked him, "Mum has watched your composition."

After hearing that, Jin Yichen in the back row was dissatisfied. "Mom, how can you see my privacy!"

"It's not a diary. Why can't your teacher see me?"

"Then ... don't tell my dad."

An Xiaomen glanced at the rearview mirror and asked with a smile, "Afraid he hit you?"

Jin Yizhen frowned, "Huh, mommy, do you agree or not?"

Seeing him anxious, An Xiaomen agreed, "Okay, don't tell him."

Jin Yizhang got up halfway and leaned next to her and asked, "Mum, I'm going to sleep with you tonight."

"Okay."

After seeing her promise, Jin Yizhen kissed her cheerfully, "Mum, my dad will definitely stop, what if he doesn't promise?"

"Will he agree? The mummy cut him, okay?"

"good good good good……"

In fact, after having dinner in the garden of the Three Bridges Villa, when a family of three returned to the Pooh neighbourhood, Jin Qingyan heard his son say that the mother and son would sleep together at night, and their faces immediately pulled down.

"how old are you?"

"I ... I'm under ten."

"You're such a big kid, and you're sleeping with Mommy?"

"Hey, dad is so old and sleeping with mommy, why can't I?"

"... No."

An Xiaomen rounded the field, "OK, the child is only a few years old, and he is my darling no matter how old he is."

Seeing that someone was standing on his back, Jin Yizhu immediately said, "Yes."

Jin Qingyan said nothing more.

So, at night, the family of three slept in a bed.

Jin Yizhang slept in the middle.

The child is old and remembers it, Jin Qingyan is quite at ease.

This is what makes the child lying in the middle feel wrong, looking at the left and the right, the soft Confucian voice rises from his mouth, "Mum, will you give me a little brother and sister in the future?"

"Isn't it good for you, mommy?"

Jin Yixuan sighed with regret, old-fashioned, "I'm very conflicted now. I want a sibling and I don't want it."

Listening to this tone, An Xiaomen was very funny, "Why do you want and not?"

"I do not know either."

A sentence was inserted next to it, "This is not what you should worry about. It is our adult's decision whether your mother and I will give you brothers or sisters. You do not have the right to decide. When you grow up and marry your wife, you will have some. "

Jin Yizhen rolled his eyes. "Also, Mommy didn't remarry you and didn't plan to have a second child with you."

In a word, Jin Qingyan almost choked.

"Coaches hit you often at school?"

"The coach hasn't beat me, he often praises me and says I'm a good boy."

"He said that, you believe it?"

"of course."

"Oh, it's naive."

"Dad don't be jealous or envious, no one has praised you."

Jin Qingyan disagreed with this very much. "Who said, your mommy praised me to heaven last night."

An Xiaomeng's ears turned red, and he reached out and gave him a hand. "Sleep."

Jin Qingyan rubbed his teeth with a grin and rubbed the place where he was scratched, and said, "Gently."