Wang Fu, a five-year-old little prince, Xiao Mo Xixi, looks cool and powerful. When he saw his mother leave him and run to the fields, his steamed stuffed bun face wrinkled. The little prince took a sad look at his father around him and said, "Dad, why do you like my mother who likes to go out when she has nothing to do?"
Xiao Yangye glanced at his son, who belongs to the family, and immediately made a thought. Yes, how did he fall in love with that woman? There was a long silence. "Who knows, my brain is caught in the door!" Fate of the same father and son looked at each other and sighed at the same time.
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Early in the morning, Wang Maner's cheerful voice reached Huaxi's ears. Huaxi curled up in the warm bed and twisted for a while, then went back to sleep. "Girl, it's time to get up. I have to go to class after supper. If I'm late, Master Qin will give you a hard time. " Seeing Huaxi motionless, Wang Maner went directly to the bed and began to chant Buddhist scripture.
Ever since she waited on the older girl, she knew that the older girl had difficulty getting up. She can drag it every time she gets up. If you don't watch carefully, a big girl can lie in bed at noon.
"Don't worry, what happened at the dinner table yesterday will be conveyed to Qin master. If she wants to continue teaching in Yan's family, she will be more sensible. " Huaxi said, squinting in bed.