Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

Admire Fan glanced at his son who kept jumping, and then spoke quietly, with a serious tone.He said: "Admiration Ann, eat more food in the future, look at your little man, it's really a bit weird and embarrassing to be so short, is he still my son?! See how tall your uncle is, how could he have you?" Such a short son?! Don’t destroy uncle’s super good genes, okay?!”

Although she is too young to understand some words, she is very sure that her uncle despises her.

Therefore, the young master was extremely unhappy and unhappy.

He pouted his small mouth, wrapped his short arms around his chest, and stared up at his uncle aggressively.

Yang Mufan gracefully stirred the lean meat porridge in the pot, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw his son's angry but very cute expression and movements, and his thin and charming lips faintly tugged at both ends.

Freed up a hand to touch his little head, Yang Mufan asked in a cheerful tone: "Why, you are not happy after talking about you?! Yang Muan, she didn't grow taller, but her temper has grown a lot. Today Uncle will tell you solemnly: Sometimes, you still have to face the reality. You are not tall, and you can’t force others to tell lies and flatter you, saying that you are tall, right?! Such behavior , called: self-deception, very stupid and ridiculous. Uncle gave you such a good gene, but you don’t know how to manage and make good use of it. After all, it’s your own problem, so... accept it calmly.”

After finishing speaking, Yang Mufan whistled happily.

He remembered that when Yang Muan lived with him just now, he might have been a little shy, but that was a cute one.

He does what he tells him to do.

He told him to go east, he would never go west.

Don't mention being obedient.

It's not like now, showing him face at every turn.

After being washed away by his uncle, the young master must be very, extremely, extremely unhappy.

He continued to raise his small face, and asked with a cool and cold expression: "Uncle, is it because I am not tall and you are very happy?!"

Yang Mufan raised his eyebrows and thought for a while, then let out a "hmm" and "a bit" from his throat.

After hearing this, Yang Mu'an immediately smiled and continued to ask: "Uncle, are you sure it's only my fault?! You are not responsible?!"

Without even thinking about it, Yang Mufan replied blurted out: "Otherwise."

In the next second, Yang Mu'an directly imitated the expression of admiration Fan's usual sarcasm, sneered coldly, and turned to ask unceremoniously: "Since you care so much about the genes of the next generation, why did you find someone like my mother in the first place?" A woman as short as Mi gave birth to me who is not tall?! After all, it’s not because of your own eyes. So what, I have to be tall if you don’t grow tall, maybe my genes It was inherited from my mother, so the current height is considered normal."

Hearing this, Yang Mufan froze there stiffly, with countless black lines sliding down his forehead, the corners of his mouth twitched faintly.

And Yang Muan saw that Yang Mufan seemed to have been hit badly, his face was dark and gloomy, even the spoon he was holding to stir the pot was frozen in mid-air, motionless, he whistled a little, and went out happily run.

The moment he turned around, he saw Mu Wanqing standing in the living room. He didn't realize that his words and deeds had hurt her at all. He just ran towards Mu Wanqing happily and obediently, and even yelled sweetly and softly. : "Mommy, Mommy... hug..."