Chapter 823

Fan Xiaobao nodded his head and said yes. Fan Qingyang hugged his son and said, "OK, good son, go and have a rest. Dad will clean it up for you. Look at you. You've been running around in the morning. You're tired. "

"Thank you, Dad." Fan Xiaobao was very happy when he heard that he didn't have to work. He gave his father a big kiss on the face. Fan Qingyang was very happy to catch him and gave him a kiss: "my son is really close to me. It seems that he was born. He didn't run away."

Fan Xiaobao ran away with a smile, thinking that his father loved him more than his mother. Because my father never lost his temper with him. He was always kind and accompanied me to play games. But my mother was so stupid that she couldn't play with her.

Fan Xiaobao thought in his heart, if mom is just like Dad, why can't mom always make him happy like dad? Fan Xiaobao left his mouth, it must be because his mother didn't love him as much as his father, and he didn't even know what he liked.

Zhou Xuefu came out with the meal and saw fan Xiaobao lying on the sofa, idly turning a picture book, while fan Qingyang was cleaning up the toys. I know that fan Qingyang is getting used to his children, and he is not happy. At the same time, he is thinking that there are ashes on his hands and feet just after climbing on the ground. Now he is on the sofa again, and he doesn't care here.

When they were all sitting at the table, Zhou Xuefu approached fan Qingyang and complained to him in a low voice: "how can you help the children again this time? It's his own business. He has to do it himself to remember not to do it again. " Fan Qingyang also answered her in a low voice: "the child is tired, let it go this time. I've already told you about him. He promised me that he would do well. He would listen to his mother and not let you get hurt. "

Zhou Xuefu said: "it's not to let me get hurt. We have to let the children keep good health habits." Fan Qingyang looked at today's news with his mobile phone, while he was busy delivering breakfast to his mouth, he hastily promised: "I understand, I understand, I will talk to the children."

"Well agreed." Zhou Xuefu sighed. He was the best at playing with his children. He was not very interested in other aspects. It really made people wonder if he was playing with his children.

Fan Qingyang pointed to a piece of news and said to her, "look, there's another shooting in the United States. It's not the organization that did it again. Let me have a look."

Zhou Xuefu ate breakfast and answered him, "isn't this a common thing? Sometimes I think you are like an old man. It's not good here and there all day. It's economic crisis and terrorist attack. In a word, it's the best in China, isn't it? "

Fan Qingyang said with a smile: "we live in China. Of course, we hope our country will get better and better. This is also good for us. As people get richer and richer, we will get richer and richer. This is a win-win situation."

Zhou Xuefu said, "after all, there are more difficulties, right?"

Fan Qingyang: "it's a good thing for my wife to be enterprising. I hope our country can be stronger than any other country, but we have to take our time. We can't make it to heaven."

Zhou Xuefu is noncommittal, she suddenly thought: "by the way," yesterday you left the information about the cooperation case in the conference room, don't forget to ask someone to get it. And your sister... " She reminded, "her son will be one year old soon. Do you remember?"

"I don't remember that..." Fan Qingyang raised his head and said to her, "I remember your birthday and my mother's birthday. I don't care about her. How can I concentrate on her smelly boy? If it's a beautiful little girl, I like it a little bit. As a result, we all have sons, and his son is not as good as mine, is he, son? " Fan Qingyang grinned at fan Xiaobao.

Fan Xiaobao nodded happily: "my aunt's son is the dumbest. He can't compare with me at all. I can't even count. I only know how to giggle. "

This silly boy thought his father praised him. Zhou Xuefu shook his head.

Fan Qingyang asked him with a smile: "so my son is very good at arithmetic. I'll give him a look and let him open his eyes." "Good..." Fan Xiaobao excitedly stretched out his hands: "I'm really good. I can do it even if you take the exam!"

"Stop fooling around and eat first..." Zhou Xuefu stopped them and said that she was helpless. The child was less than one year old, and he just could shout. It's still counting. It doesn't matter how much older his son is than others. Is it even worth boasting about?

Fan Qingyang said: "yes, yes, listen to your mother, eat, eat quickly, don't waste your mother's labor achievements, father spanking after eating." Then he took the lead in eating.

"Daddy, big ass!" Fan Xiaobao looked at his father's eating, holding a spoon, and said with a smile: "Dad has a big ass!" Fan Qingyang wiped the stains on his mouth and hands, and said seriously, "I'm going to eat soon. No more noise!"

No wonder they can play together. Zhou Xuefu thinks that sometimes Qingyang is just a child, just like children, who love to play and make trouble.

She says to fan Qingyang helplessly: "you, spoil him. Every time you make a mistake, you have no memory. Do you know what it means to remember to eat or not to fight? " Fan Qingyang said with a smile: "yes, my son is typically remember to eat or not remember to fight, look, how happy to eat." Zhou Xuefu said: "we should discipline him well in the future. I think the older he is, the more mischievous he is. So are you. You can't just play with him and pass away."Fan Xiaobao was not happy when he heard that his mother was abandoning him again. He poked the food in the bowl with a spoon and thought that his father was praising him every time, but his mother always said that he was not good either. His father was his own father, and his mother certainly was not. Otherwise, how could she be so happy. Fan Xiaobao muttered in his heart, I have to find a good mother to me.

Zhou Xuefu saw it and said to him in a soft voice, "Xiao Bao, eat well." Fan Xiaobao put aside his spoon and thought it was abominable! Be sure to find yourself another mother!

"Forget it, forget it..." Fan Qingyang said to Zhou Xuefu, "the child must be full. You can send him to the kindergarten after eating. I'll collect the tables and bowls. Don't worry about them."

Fan Xiaobao was sent to the kindergarten by his mother. Because he was in a bad mood, he didn't want to say a word to his mother. At the gate of the kindergarten, he threw away his mother's hand and ran in.

As he had made up his mind to find a new mother for himself, he couldn't wait to ask his best friend big head, "do you think your mother loves you?" The big head replied without hesitation, "of course."

Around the children mentioned their mother, mouth is praise.

"My mother is so good," she said, "she sleeps with me every night and tells me stories." "My mother's cooking is delicious, and the braised meat is delicious." "My mother is good at cooking. Your mother can't match my mother." "My mother is the most gentle. No matter what I do, she won't lose her temper."

Fan Xiaobao felt envious. He remembered that his mother had told him stories, but how long had it not been? He felt as if it was a hundred years old. His mother certainly didn't love him as much as before.

Fan Xiaobao is depressed to think, when his next table Yaya handed him a chocolate, but he can only wave his hand to refuse: "my mother won't let me eat snacks." Fan Xiaobao suddenly felt that he was a little humiliated. Such a big man always had to listen to his mother.