Daddy, Pursue Mommy Quickly

Sang Yuxin's forehead jumps slightly.

What Santa!

From the first time Santa appeared, he recognized it.

That pair of dark and narrow eyes, not his father, who would it be?

It's the sun coming out in the West!

How could his father play such a naive game!

Sang Yuxin turned his lips and did not move.

Sang Shijun also saw that his son recognized himself.

He closed his smile and stood up straight. He winked at sang Yuxin and indicated to him: come here quickly.

Sang Yuxin looked at him coldly: I don't want it.

Sang Shijun eyes a Li: you dare!

Sang Yuxin: childish!

However, sang Shijun put aside his seriousness and showed a pleading look to his son: please, give your father some face, OK?

Sang Yuxin pursed his lips for a long time, but sighed: only this time.

He came to Sang Shijun and reluctantly took out his socks.

Sang Shijun also filled his socks with candy and chocolate.

"Children, have a happy evening! Grandpa, I'm going to send candy to other children

"Mm-hmm, grandfather Christmas is hard work!" Xia Yanyou nodded, such as pounding garlic, "we'll see you next year."

"How nice." Sangshijun turned to leave, just want to quickly change this naive clothes.

He couldn't stand sang Yuxin's sneering expression.

"Well, grandfather Christmas is gone. Today's Christmas is over. It's time to wash up and go to bed."

Xia Yanyou holding a sock full of candy, eyes still stay in the direction of the departure of Santa Claus, reluctant to take it back.

"Well, mom, I and I actually want to have a word with Santa Claus." Say, also do not wait for Xia Bing to reply, he directly rushed out, following the figure of Father Christmas.

"Grandfather Christmas, grandfather Christmas, please wait a minute!"

Sang Shijun has already taken off his beard. Hearing the speech, his body suddenly tenses up and quickly pastes his beard again.

Looking back, he smiles: "what else can I do for you, little friend?"

Xia Yanyou looked at him with burning eyes: "grandfather, can you satisfy people's wishes?"

Sang Shijun was stunned, and immediately smile: "do you have any wish? Tell it and listen to it. Grandfather will try to be satisfied. "

Xia Yanyou's eyes brightened: "I want a father."

"Dad?" Sangshijun Weidun.

"Well!" Xia Yanyou nodded heavily and then asked cautiously, "can you satisfy my wish?"

Sang Shijun's eye ground emotion is very complex for a time.

Unexpectedly, because of his absence, his son was so eager for father's love.

For a moment, he felt guilty and distressed.

He squatted down and looked at him in a soft voice: "tell grandfather, what kind of father do you want?"

Xia Yanyou bit his lips and looked at the sky and thought, "well Tall and powerful, handsome and handsome, the most important thing is to have the ability to protect my mother

"Oh?" Sang Shijun picked up his eyebrows and said, "well, how about your uncle sang?"

Xia Yanyou doesn't doubt how Santa knows uncle sang.

In his mind, Father Christmas is omniscient.

He thought about it for a while and then asked Santa, "will uncle sang beat my mother?"

Sang Shijun was stunned: "why do you ask?"

He looks brutal?

Looks like summer ice?

Xia Yanyou has some murmur: "I have seen uncle sang teach bad people, he is super fierce, I am afraid of him, afraid of him..." He bit his lip, the voice became smaller and smaller, "even my mother also hit."