Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Ximen Longting had already picked up a pencil.

Jing Jiaren walked over: "I'm coming too."

"Pregnant women have a good rest, don't come here to help."

"Two people together, get twice the result with half the effort..."

At this time, SUN's voice sounded: "You two don't need to argue, SUN has a way to solve it."

The method SUN said is to wrap the three pens with wool, so that when writing by hand, the three pens will write together.

Helplessly, the wool cannot be fixed, and the pencil is always crooked...

Wilson, who was standing aside, said, "I need to cut a retainer out of wood, young master, and I'll make one for you every day."

"You can do it?"

"Of course, the young master used this trick when he was a child."

SUN suddenly felt that his cleverness was being despised: "Why do you want to learn from me!?"

Ximen Longting cast a cold glance: "I walk ahead of you, you follow me."

"Obviously you learned from me, and I said the idea first..."

The bickering between father and son did not make the atmosphere happy.

Jing Jiaren knew that they wanted her to be happy, but she couldn't relax at all: "Okay, mom will help you apply the medicine again, you go to bed early?"

"Those... I don't need to write?" He pointed to the homework.

"Well, Dad will finish it for you...he uses your handwriting."

"But SUN still has to write a composition."

"What composition?"

"Self-proposed, whatever."

Jing Jiaren carried her son to the bed, took the ointment and smeared it on: "What composition do you want to write, you read it, and Dad will help you write it."

SUN mainly suffered severe burns on his back, lying on the soft pillow, his big eyes fluttering——

"When I Grow Up"

[The weather is fine and cloudless, my wife Xiaomi and I are traveling around the world with our lovely daughters. 】

"Why a daughter?" Jing Jiaren tried to ignore the words "wife Xiaomi".Sun will understand when he grows up.

SUN puffed up his face: "I don't like my son!"

"why?"

"What if my son looks like me?" Sure enough, SUN discriminated against his son just like Lao Tzu?

"What if my daughter looks like you—what?!"

Sun: "..."

SUN: "Anyway, SUN doesn't want to look like my son, you still let me write essays?"

"Okay, continue."

[Xiaomi likes France, we were shaking on the Champs Elysees. 】

"Son... do you know what the car shock means?"

"Things that a man and a woman can only do in the car... It's said on TV, isn't it cool?!"

"..."

[Suddenly, a sloppy, dirty, homeless old man rushed out from the side of the road.I generously rewarded him with a dollar.I suddenly felt that he looked like me! 】

Jing Jiaren had a bad feeling and suddenly raised her head to look at Ximen Longting.

The back of Ximen Boss also exudes a strong air-conditioning.

【...I didn't expect that he was my grandfather! 】

Jing Jiaren: "..."

"Is it full of one hundred characters?" SUN asked with curled lips.

The space was silent for a few minutes. Wilson was the first to laugh. He tried his best to twitch the corners of his mouth: "Young master, the blue is better than the blue. You have never written such a composition."

SUN raised the corner of his mouth: "Queen, is SUN good?!"

"Well, my son is great...it's just such a composition..." I couldn't take it out.If Master Ximen saw it, he would definitely be dumbfounded.