The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

  Chapter 828: Interesting Father and Son Three

   "Oh, is that so?"

  Si Lingling faintly stared at a pair of children.

   "Ling'er, have you found Yo and Tweet?"

  When the two children didn't know what to do, Jun Moyao anxiously ran in from outside.

  It happened to see the mother and the son staring wide-eyed, the atmosphere was weird and there was a kind of inexplicable harmony and warmth.

  Jun Moyao didn’t have time to analyze what happened between the mother and the child. He let out a long sigh of relief when he saw that the children were at home well: “It’s good to be at home, it’s good to be at home.”

  The aura that had just been brewing was interrupted by him so that Si Lingling didn't worry about what the children said.

  She turned her head to look at Jun Moyao: "Where did you find it?"

  Jun Moyao naturally sat down beside her, looked at the two children with gentle eyes, and did not forget to answer Si Lingling's question at the same time.

   "I went to my uncles and aunts first, and then I went to the place of Mrs. Qier and Lai's family together."

   At this point, he said in a tone, "By the way, now that the children have been found, I have to inform them that they can go back and continue their work in Mo, and there is no need to look for them."

"them?"

  Si Lingling raised her eyebrows, "You won't alarm the entire family of Nijue, will you?"

  Jun Mo Yao smiled awkwardly: "I was too anxious at the time, and the noise was a bit loud, so...everyone followed out and spread out to find."

   "Have you heard?"

  Si Lingling looked at the two children, "Because you are hide-and-seek with your mother, causing so many people to start looking for you everywhere."

   Yo and Chi Chi pursed their lips: "I'm sorry, we don't dare to hide anymore."

   Seeing that the child's attitude was okay, Si Lingling raised his hand and rubbed two small heads pettingly: "It's good to know that you are wrong."

  "Now, when you personally send a message to everyone, apologize to everyone, but also thank you for your concern."

"Oh."

  The brothers and sisters met their mother's stern gaze, and obediently agreed, "Let’s send a message to grandpa, grandma and everyone."

   "Mom, you won't be angry with us anymore?"

  The siblings took out their communicators and prepared to send a message of apology and thanks to everyone, while looking at their mother anxiously.

   "It depends on your future performance."

  Si Lingling sternly replied, and urged, "Okay, don't waste time, send your news quickly."

  The words fell, she got up and went to the kitchen: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"dumpling."

   "Pies."

  "Braised pork in brown sauce."

  Father and son three said their preferences almost at the same time, then their eyes were glued together, and at the same time they made a soft hum.

  Si Lingling kept walking, but smiled at the corner of her lips, and walked briskly into the kitchen.

  Si Lingling finds the movements of the father and son almost carved out of the same mold, which is particularly interesting.

  The babysitter robot Bao Shi who was preparing dinner saw her come in, and hurriedly shouted respectfully: "Hello, master, is there anything you want to eat tonight?"

  Si Lingling: "I'll arrange it, and you can give me a shot."

   "Good host, please do not hesitate to arrange."

  ...

  After this incident, the brothers and sisters who had planned to destroy their parents’ relationship temporarily forgot about it.

  After the brothers and sisters sent messages of thanks and apologies one by one according to the list in the address book, the three father and son interacted warmly and harmoniously as before.

  This caused the audience in the live broadcast room to laugh:

   "Hahaha...what am I talking about, the Lord is really very helpful to the sons and daughters of God."

   "Upstairs, it sounds like we don’t know."

   "That is, in these years, the anchor mother and the respected treatment of children, we have all learned very thoroughly, without your prompting."

  (End of this chapter)