Rotten Terrier - Chapter 87 Parenting

Mu Guogong and Jiahe were having lunch, and the fragrant food made people salivate. As soon as they were two minutes full, the concierge ran to the scene and said that Mu Qingchen was back.

The two looked at each other, and each saw their doubts in each other's eyes. Before further investigation, Mu Qingchen had already arrived before the voice.

"Father! Father!"

Mu Guogong hurriedly agreed to her, and out of the dining room, he saw Mu Qingchen with an unusually flustered expression in the courtyard.

Father and daughter connected to the heart. He had a foreboding that something big would happen, and his heart immediately tightened: "What's the matter?"

Mu Qingchen came here with a whip, and before running to him, he couldn't even breathe, and asked breathlessly, "Is it ugly when I was born?"

Mu Guogong and Jiahe: "???"

"I remember you said that I was born fat, right?"

Mu Guogong scratched his head: "It seems to be..."

"Is it crumpled like an old man?"

Mu Guogong raised his head with his hand, and thought about it seriously: "No... yes..." He is getting older and can't remember many things.

With his words, Mu Qingchen felt relieved, punched his palm, and said proudly: "I said the child doesn't look like me. I've never been so ugly."

Suddenly she put on a sad expression and sighed: "Unfortunately, this child actually looks like Shu'er. He looks like me, and he will be beautiful when he grows up."

"Bah, the beauty of your Royal Highness Princess is what you can compare to... what, is it born?" Mu Guogong suddenly became excited, shaking Mu Qingchen's shoulders and asked, "Is the princess born!?"

Mu Qingchen was still immersed in the problem of who the little sugar alcohol looks like, racking his brains, thinking hard, and lightly perfunctory: "Well, it's born."

Before the voice was over, Jiahe took the lead and rushed out like an arrow from the string, bringing a gust of wind and... dust flying all over the sky along the way.

Mu Guogong wanted to go with his wife. He ran a few steps and then turned back. He whispered, "Boy or girl? Yahweh or Zijun?"

Mu Qingchen was dissatisfied that he interrupted his thinking again: "Girl, yeah..."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter!" Mu Guogong couldn't wait to go away, the speed was comparable to Nezha who was stepping on a hot wheel.

"……host."

Mu Qingchen was obsessed with the question of who the child looked like. She personally thinks that the child is like Chang Shu. But everyone except her said that the child is like her, including the three heavyweights Vantage, Queen Mother, and Concubine Huiyi.

Mu Qingchen felt that they were getting older, their old eyes were a little dim, and they were considerate.

But as spring passed and autumn came, and the flowers bloomed, Xiao Sugar's eyebrows gradually opened up, and even Mu Qingchen felt that this child... more and more like her...

No! ! !

I have been beautiful from the moment I was born, from the time I was young to the young, I have never been ugly at all! !

"Wang...Wang... dishes." Little Sugar Alcohol was accompanied by the mother, basking in the sun by the frost-containing pool, and in a blink of an eye, she saw Mu Qingchen, broke away from the mother's hand, and staggered towards her. Come, hug her leg.

The round eyes are like two black gems, clear and pure, with agile twinkles.

She looked at Mu Qingchen curiously, and she could barely feel her unhappiness from Mu Qingchen's frown.

"Wang...cai," she yelled again, seeming to find that her pronunciation was not accurate, so she hurriedly adjusted, "...Wangcai"

Mu Qingchen disliked her face when she saw her. He carried her by the neckline and lifted her into the air like a piece of clothing, and said solemnly: "It's not big or small, is Wangcai named by you?"

Little Sugar Alcohol dripped a gleam of saliva, and smiled and called her again: "Fifth...Fart plug..."

After yelling, there was a kind of pleasure that the prank succeeded, and the little slap slapped, as if to cheer himself up.

"That's called Tiger Ass... Forget it..."

Mu Qingchen looked depressed,

Throwing her into the arms of the mother, she blamed the mother: "Teach her how to do it if she is not big or small."

"Yes." The mother said only with promise.

"It's so big, it's not easy to talk about it."

"You were not as good as her when you were two years old." Chang Shu's voice sounded from behind, she slapped Mu Qingchen with her shoulders, walked to the mother, and took the little sugar alcohol into her arms.

Mu Qingchen argued: "I was learning to memorize the Three-Character Sutra when I was two years old."

Chang Shu gave a dry smile: "You were brought up by Mrs. Jiahe only when you were six. Obviously, you only started to learn the Three-Character Classic at that time."

Mu Qingchen: Life is already so difficult, don't expose some things.

After Chang Shu won the game, Chongmu Qingchen made a grimace and stuck his tongue out, Tao Tao was contented. Little Sugar Alcohol is at the age of being naughty and eager to learn, learning the appearance of Chang Shu, spitting out his tongue together, drooling everywhere.

"Look at you, you broke her." Mu Qingchen seized the opportunity to teach others.

"Is it ‘bad’ to make a face? It won’t be bad if you dig someone’s ancestral grave?" Chang Shu calmly returned the attack.

Mu Qingchen: Can't afford to provoke.

Chang Shu gave her a big roll of eyes, then turned to ask her mother: "Did Xiaotangtan take a nap?"

"Returning to the princess, I spent two sticks of incense for a while. As soon as I woke up, the slave and maid brought the little master to Hanshuang Pond."

"Very good," she kissed Xiaotang's cheek, her movements soft and slow, full of affection, "Mother, please take you to the bamboo forest, OK?"

Little Sugar Alcohol came to his mind for a moment and waved his short, fat paws: "Okay, okay, catch... bugs."

Chang Shu's face suddenly changed, with three-point fear, three-point uncomfortable and three-point...regret.

Little Sugar Alcohol is a curious baby who likes strange things like...bugs the most.

Chang Shu has a headache for this. If Xiaotangol likes dragonflies, ladybugs, butterflies, etc., she can understand that she will send people to find as many as she needs, and it will not be a problem to raise hundreds of them.

But small sugar alcohols prefer those with weird shapes. What kind of wood leaf insects, unicorns, dung shells, weevil... The most unbearable thing is that terrifying millipede, Chang Shu has been sick for several days.

She couldn't figure out where they got all these things, or... bought them.

As for who bought it... the answer is obvious. Except for Mu Qingchen, no one will do this kind of wicked thing!

"I can only catch the little ladybug for her today!" On the way, Chang Shu coldly warned someone.

"Then she's so disappointed, isn't she sugar alcohol?"

Little Sugar Alcohol seemed to understand this, and nodded heavily, squeezing the fleshy chin. She understood that she needed to be in the same camp with Mu Qingchen, and then unanimously, she stretched out her arms and leaned in the direction of Mu Qingchen: "Hug."

Chang Shu was very disappointed.

Seeing this, Mu Qingchen asked her to hand over the baby quickly.

"I don't." Chang Shu tightened her arms, and said to coax the sugar alcohol. "Mother, okay? Mother will buy you sweets."

Little Sugar Alcohol immediately fell into the dilemma of "sugar and bugs", put his finger on his chin, and began to think seriously. Hu'er frowned, and Hu'er bowed his head, causing Mu Qingchen and Chang Shu's heart to follow.

This question seems simple, but there are many articles in it. It is more like asking the little sugar alcohol "who has the heaviest weight in your mind" and "who do you like the most". , Who do you save first".

The degree of difficulty is up to five stars! !

"Don't eat...sugar...you want...worms!" After thinking about it, Xiao Sugarol asked Mu Qingchen for a hug again, her silly little face full of flattery.

Background music sounded behind Chang Shu: Snow fluttering, the north wind is bleak, the world is vast~~~

Mu Qingchen laughed for a long time, full of air in his laughter, with the demeanor that belongs to the winner, and contempt for the loser.

In order to reward the excellent quality of small sugar alcohols that are not worthy of five buckets of "sugar", Mu Qingchen allowed

Maybe she can call herself "prosperous fortune" regardless of her size.

Little Sugar Alcohol didn't understand much this time, but he also knew the meaning of the word "reward". It was estimated that since it was a "reward", it should be a good thing, so he giggled with joy, like a tumbler shaking his head.

Chang Shu: This is the birth of a pregnancy in October... Forget it, let's not talk about it.

The bamboo forest is quiet, clusters of green bamboos are fresh and gentle, forming a large area of ​​thick shade, like a large green umbrella, reflecting everyone's face and clothes.

Little Sugar Alcohol twisted a few times in Mu Qingchen's arms, struggling to get off the ground, and ran away with her short legs, and the mother hurried to catch up. One old and one young, you chase me happily.

"Slow down." Chang Shu yelled and ordered the maidservant and the **** to chase after him.

The secluded bamboo forest suddenly became lively, and "little master, don't run away" one after another.

"Bug!"

Little Sugar Alcohol suddenly stopped, squatted down and stared at a slender creature crawling past her feet. She wanted to reach out and poke, but after a few trials, she gave up, put her little hand behind her, and took a step back, as if she was afraid that something might bite.

"Wang...cai," she ran back and ran back to Mu Qingchen all the way, dragging her clothes forward, "There are bugs... Long bugs."

From beginning to end, I didn't even glance at Chang Shu.

Chang·Wan Jian Chuan Xin·Shu had a mouthful of blood in his throat: My palace has completely fallen out of favor! ! !

"This is a stick insect, which is often found in bamboo forests." Mu Qingchen supported his knees, bent over to look, and separated his index finger and thumb to make his gestures. Eight inches."

Little Sugar Alcohol followed her: "...seven or eight, seven or eight."

Hey.

Chang Shu let out a forty-first sigh.

With each sigh, she glanced at the window with extremely sad eyes, where Little Sugar Alcohol was sitting on the book table, poking the boss with a stick insect with a straw, and then giggling.

Hey.

The forty-second sigh was born.

Mu Qingchen came in with a huge cricket pot: "Sugar alcohol, see what it is."

She usually put the treasure on the side of the small sugar alcohol leg, and threw the stick insect in it with tweezers.

"Home, bugs... there is a home..."

Mu Qingchen was so happy that she praised her for being smart, and babbled a few mouthfuls at the top of her hair.

It's hard to see! Chang Shu ate a big jar of vinegar. She turned her face away, and said in a sad voice: "Hey, if the little sugar alcohol is so good, it must be as quiet and dignified as this palace."

Aunt Chuyue said sincerely: "If it's Zijun, wouldn't it be worse if you still follow the cohort..." Can you imagine a Zijun carrying a shovel in the middle of the night and digging into the old forest of his ancestor?

Chang Shu: It seems...that's the same reason.