Chapter 902： Mom, don't be angry

Jiang Beihan couldn't help looking a little funny!

He raised an eyebrow, then pursed his thin lips!

"it is good!"

After that, he threw the newspaper into the trash!

"Go and call Zixie over for dinner!" Song Wenxin pulled open his chair and sat down, and turned eagerly to the servants on the side!

The maid nodded, then turned to leave!

However, it didn't take long for the maid to turn back and look pale.

Seeing this, Song Wen looked at each other in doubt!

"Little Master is playing and won't come over!" The servant continued!

Not willing to come over?

I heard that Song Wenxin was a little puzzled. Her son rarely did this. He was generally obedient. What happened today?

Is it uncomfortable?

"Don't wait for him, you eat first, aren't you hungry?" At this moment, Jiangbeihan on the side suddenly said!

After that, she helped her to a bowl of soup and put it in front of her!

Did n’t she just keep hungry just now?

"I'll take a look ..." Song Wenxin turned his head and glanced outside the restaurant, still a little relieved!

With that said, she was already up and walking towards the restaurant!

Song Wenxin came all the way to the living room and saw the little guy sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she approached, she found that he seemed to be playing something!

Seeing her coming, he quickly hid something under the pillow!

"Zixie, what are you hiding?"

Song Wenxin saw his small movement at a glance and strode over.

The little boy looked at her with bright eyes, then shook his head!

Song Wenxin's confusion, wondering what it was, made him need to hide!

"Good, bring it to my mother, or I'm angry!" Song Wenxin crouched down on the sofa, then spread his hands toward the little guy, his expression suddenly became serious!

His son is very smart, probably because of Jiangbei Han's genes, so he is smarter than his peers.

Sometimes, Wenming Song talked to him and he could understand a little bit.

I heard Song Wenxin say that she was going to get angry, and the little guy was a little embarrassed, stretched out his hand, touched it under the pillow, and took out a handheld game machine about the size of a mobile phone and handed it to her.

"Mom, don't get angry ..." The little mouth moved, and looked at Song Wenxin with some fear.

Ignore her if she's afraid she's angry.

"Who gave it to you?" Song Wenxin was a little surprised when he saw the game machine Jiang Zixie brought out ...

Who gave it to him?

Usually at home, she does not allow her servants to play electronic products such as mobile phones or tablets.

Asked so hard by her, the expression on the little guy's face was a little embarrassed.

"You don't say I'm really angry." Song Wen bit his lip!

"Dad!" The little guy did not hesitate to betray Jiangbeihan!

"Jiangbei Han?" Song Wen was mistaken when he heard that his father had given it.

I didn't expect this game console to be bought by Jiang Beihan!

When Song Wenxin was thinking about how to educate his son not to play these things prematurely, he turned on the game console.

After turning on the game console, some were surprised!

The console page is stuck at a certain level!

She checked it, and it had reached the last few levels at the end.

Moreover, this game is not the kind of small game that a one or two-year-old child plays, but a slightly more complicated one.