Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Musimo listened to the children beside him so hard to cheer for his father, his heart is very speechless.

It's no use shouting, my father will be the first!

"Do you think he can come first?" Tang Xiao and Mu Si Mo sit by and watch together, even she didn't find that there was a bit of tension and expectation in her voice.

"Should be able to..." looking at mu Yunshen in the penultimate position, I'm not sure.

"Si Mo, Si Mo's mother, let's cheer for Si Mo's father!" The teacher looked at the other families are a hot look, only this family is indifferent, no, it is calm and incredible.

After such a reminder from the teacher, Tang Xiaocai found that her attitude seemed to be a little too calm, so she quickly laughed awkwardly, "OK, OK, thank you, teacher."

"Dad, come on!" Musimo felt that his father lacked motivation, so he gave him another fire.

Mu Yunshen looked at his son, but he was looking at Tang Xiao.

Tang Xiao, "..."

She just looked at it at random, but when her eyes were opposite, it seemed that her eyes changed.

"Mom, mom, come on, Dad, you see, dad is going to be the penultimate number one!"

Sure enough, it was the third from the bottom, but now it's OK. Mu Yunshen patronizes her and doesn't even run.

When he was speechless, Tang Xiao took a sharp puff from the corner of his mouth. Finally, he couldn't bear to disappoint his son, so he coughed gently and said symbolically, "come on, mu Yunshen..."

Then, the eyes of the whole class focused on mu Yunshen. He was in the third place just now. Now, how can he run to the second place like a rocket?

Looking at the speed of Mu Yun's deep running, we all felt that there was something wrong with our eyes.

"The first place in the track and field group this time is Xiaomo's father." The teacher also thought it was incredible, but announced the result of the competition.

"Dad, it's a good performance this time." A child looked at his father's last place, as if he was a little lost. He went to comfort him and gave him a kiss on the face.

"Now let the champion of our track and field team make a speech!" The teacher took the lead in clapping.

Why is there such a link? Mu Yunshen asked Mu Simo with his eyes.

Who knows Mu Si Mo patronizes to talk with Tang Xiao, ignore him at all.

"What I want to appreciate most here is my wife and my son. If it wasn't for their encouragement, I might not have won the championship." After going on stage, mu Yunshen quickly put on a high hat for his wife and son.

"What about Xiaomo's performance at home?"

When Mu Simo was in school, his academic performance was very good, but he was just a little naughty. He was a "standard" child king, and the teachers really couldn't help him.

But generally speaking, musmo's performance was excellent, so the teacher wanted to ask him about his performance at home.

Mu Yunshen looked at his son desperately winking at himself, and naturally understood what he meant.

"Xiao Mo is very good at home. His mother and I don't worry about him basically." Although his son does not often live with him, there are always verbal scenes.

"Simo is also a obedient child in school. It's really reassuring."

Well, let's move on to the next link, "our home.".

"Mom, give me the crayon on my right." Tang Xiaowen handed the crayon to Mu Simo.

"Give me the watercolor."

Musimo is there to concentrate on painting, Tang Xiao and mu Yunshen smell speech, two people go to get, the result hand met together.

Tang Xiao quickly takes his hand back. After mu Yunshen gives the watercolor to his son, he stares at Tang Xiao all the time.

Tang Xiao left to see, right to see, but is not looking at mu Yunshen, pretending nothing happened, but involuntarily dyed a little hateful red.

"Well, everyone's painting has been completed. Let the children introduce their own painting."

"There are so many people in Simo's words. Would you like to introduce them to us?"

As soon as the teacher saw it, there were about six or seven people in his paintings. Most of the children painted a family of three. Few of them painted so many people.

"This is my grandfather, this is my grandmother, I am held by my father and mother, and my cousin, and my brother or sister."

Looking at such a tender painting style, but painting such a warm picture, people present all clapped their hands.

The third level is called, the heart has a soul.

"Xiaomo's favorite vegetable is broccoli, his favorite fruit is..." Mu Yunshen knows his son's preference.

"In your heart, what kind of person is Simo's mother?"