love without formula

Chapter 360 Extra Story: Moving (3) (Modified)

"Little Treasure..." Feng Che looked at his son again with extremely aggrieved eyes.He knew that moving was the most inconvenient for the two of them, but——if Allen had a girlfriend or got married, it didn't matter if he lived here.

"Father, your voice is very strange..." Xiao Bao deliberately shook his body, like goosebumps falling out.

Feng Che wanted to beat the ground—foaming at the mouth!

Bi'er couldn't help laughing out loud, "Pfft!"Feng Che thought it was funny when he thought about acting like a baby on his son.The positions of the father and the son are a bit switched, and the situation seems to be abnormal...

"Wife, you don't help me...you still laugh at me? I'll deal with you later—" Feng Che glared at Bi'er angrily, and then sent another threat.It's just that the threat was very weak and had no impact at all.

Unexpectedly—

Bi'er laughed even more unscrupulously, and even Xiaobao laughed too. "Getting rid of Dad is really a sense of accomplishment! Mom, let's stand on the same front in the future!"

"Okay!" Bier smiled and reached out to catch Xiaobao who was dodging.

"Why is this? The two of you bullied me together..." Feng Che was very sad and fell down on the sofa, but why did the corners of his eyes smile slightly?
"Xiaobao, there are no jazz drums here. Do you want to hear Dad play again?"

When Xiao Bao heard this, his whole face lit up, and he threw himself on Feng Che and shouted happily, "Yes! Dad, let's go and bring your drum here."

Feng Che originally had a little hope, but it's gone!He also wanted to take advantage of this to trick Xiaobao back.

"Xiaobao, do you want to live with grandparents?" The last magic weapon.

"Think! Let's take grandpa and grandma to live together."

"..." A certain father had no hope of moving.

Feng Che came up with a lot of tricks and reasons, and "discussed" again and again, but the result was that he was defeated, and he was defeated in the end. He had to promise his son to bring the jazz drums tomorrow.

Alas, there is no hope of moving...

(End of this chapter)