Chapter 1268 The educated youth mother of the son (14)

   How could Xiao Zhaoyou resist the temptation, he immediately said, "Play."

   Zhao Weidong immediately pulled his son in front of him and taught him hand in hand. The father and son added a chicken and had a great time.

   When Yin Yin found this place, what she saw was this scene, she snorted coldly, and the corners of her lips curled up.

Zhao Gugu in Xiao Zhaoyou's arms seemed to notice something, and suddenly called out with a "cuck", his body tightened, and it also affected Xiao Zhaoyou, Xiao Zhaoyou frowned and said to Zhao Weidong: "Dad, Why do I feel a little cold?"

   Zhao Weidong blinked: ".I think so too."

   "Are you feeling cold? I think it's better for you to stay awake in cold water now." A soft and cold voice came from behind.

  The body of the two and one **** stiffened, and they stared at each other.

   Zhao Weidong's hand holding his son is slightly tight, it seems that only in this way can he find a sense of security from his son, he said: "Son, how can I hear your mother's voice?"

  Little Zhao You looked down at his arms and glanced back. He was really "stunned", motionless, like a dead chicken. Together with his father, two words floated in his head: It's over.

   "Turn around!" Yin Yin said.

  The scalp of the **** tightened, and they turned their heads at the same time, and met Yin Yin's half-smiling face.

   Zhao Weidong: "Daughter-in-law, I was wrong."

  Little Zhaoyou: "Mom, Dad brought me here."

   Zhao Gugu: "Giggle." It's not about the chicken.

   On the way, people see this scene from time to time.

Yin Zhiqing walked in front, followed by Zhao Weidong, who was downcast and like his little daughter-in-law, and Zhao Weidong was always naughty and mischievous. , The big **** with black and shiny body, also lost the fighting spirit of the previous "fighting chicken", and did not dare to say a single "squeak".

finally arrived at home.

  The door closes.

  Yin Yin just sat on the kang, Zhao Weidong immediately boiled water, put a cup of malted milk essence in an enamel cup and gave Yin Yin a cup of malted milk.

   Zhao Gugu gently rubbed Yin Yin's trousers with his head, his attitude was very humble and flattering.

  Yin Yin almost laughed angrily when she saw the father and son and a rooster.

"Zhao Weidong, you're good enough, just take Youyou to a cockfight, you dare to take him to gamble!" Yin Yin placed the enamel cup heavily on the table and made a "bang", scaring the people and chickens in the house. A big jump.

Zhao Weidong hurriedly knelt down on one knee, hugged Yin Yin's waist, and said sincerely: "Daughter-in-law, I was wrong, I would never dare to take Youyou to gamble again. I, I have a reason for going to gamble this time. "Speaking, he took out the earrings that were ushered in, "Daughter-in-law, look, these are the earrings I specially won for you. You must look very good when you wear them."

   After saying that, Zhao Weidong wanted to put on the earrings for Yin Yin, and then confuse the gambling.

  Yin Yin glanced at the pair of earrings, blue, diamond-shaped, really pretty, but.

  Yin Yin blocked Zhao Weidong's hand and looked serious: "Come on, don't speak clearly today, even if you give me gold bricks, it's useless."

   Zhao Weidong grimaced, the plan failed.

   He said, "Daughter-in-law, I won't take Youyou to gamble in the future."

  Yin Yin: "What about yourself, and the cockfighting thing!"

   Zhao Gugu's body froze when he heard the word "cockfighting".

  Zhao Weidong: "I, I've only been addicted to hands. You know me, I won't mess around. As for cockfighting, it's not all my fault, just blame it."

   Halfway through his words, his eyes swept across Xiao Zhao You and then fell on Zhao Gugu.

   Zhao Gugu tightened his skin, raised his cross-eyed eyes, and looked at the male host.

   Zhao Weidong gritted his teeth and shook the pot: "If you want to blame it, blame Zhao Gugu!"

  Xiao Zhaoyou hurriedly agreed and kept nodding his head: "Yes, it's Gugu's fault!"

   Zhao Gugu was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

   So, you guys like cockfighting, is it the chicken's fault? Okay, I'm your little baby?

   Zhao Gugu was heartbroken.

   If he could speak, he would definitely look up to the sky and weep: a sincere heart and a deep affection, after all, it is still wrong.

   Zhao Gugu is the essence of drama.

   Zhao Gugu: This chicken has become fine!

  

  

   (end of this chapter)