Zhang Jingyu smiles, ready to put away his mobile phone, and suddenly comes a hint.

Back, Mr. Sun's voice, he ordered: "I see, this week you go home to eat, my mother will make you more dishes to take home, but my mother still hopes you can take her home to eat, and now it's delicious."

After reading the news, Zhang Jingyu saw through his mother's mind, shook his head funny, and pointed to the word "good" and sent it out.

He locked the screen of his mobile phone, got up and walked softly to the door of Minda's room.

Gently open the door.

There is a small night light in the room. Although the light is very dark, it is not so dark.

A bulge in the quilt, motionless.

Seems to be asleep.

He leaned on the door frame and looked at the direction with lazy eyes. It was a while before he took back his spoiled eyes.

Good night, baby.

……

Lin yishallow vowed to sleep in separate rooms with mindfulness, but he would forget it at night.

Once again, she didn't fall asleep until midnight. In the long run, she will be fat and become a pig. Don't she have an image?

Her voice and body are her tools for eating, OK?

Lin Yi gets up lightly, make complaints about his mind deeply while washing his face.

Then go downstairs.

The TV in the living room is on, showing the East picture. When she goes downstairs, she sees Lin Xiaoyu sitting on the sofa and staring at the TV screen seriously.

I didn't find her coming down.

"Little fish."

Lin Yiqian approaches and interrupts the little guy's attention.

The little fish turned his head, saw Lin yishallow, suddenly frowned, and tooted his mouth and asked, "Mommy, when will uncle come?"

After asking, he took a look at the door.

Lin yishallow didn't hear that Jiang Mo was coming. It's obvious that the uncle and nephew had a private appointment.

She shook her head and said, "I don't know. When did you come with your uncle?"

Voice just fell, just outside the door came Jiang Mo's voice, "little fish."

Lin yishallow and Xiaoyu look at the door together. Jiang Mo holds a big bag of snacks and blinks at Xiaoyu as he changes his shoes.

Seeing Jiang Mo, the little fish got up and ran towards him happily, "uncle."

He hugged Jiang Mo's leg and looked up at Jiang mo.

Jiang Mo picked up the supermarket shopping bag in his hand and shook it in front of the little fish. "Look what my uncle brought to you."

Hearing the food, the little fish became more energetic. "It's been a long time."

All kinds of flattery.

My uncle and nephew chatted and walked to the sofa. Jiang Mo put the bag on the tea table and looked at the snacks, chips and biscuits. Lin Yi frowned and scolded him. "You can't always give him these junk food, which is not good for growing up."

Then she reached out and took out a box of cream biscuits from the bag, took them apart and ate them for herself.

I just got up and didn't go to breakfast. I'm starving.

Jiang Mo: "..."

It's not good for growing up. Why does she eat?

Don't you know that parents should set an example for their children?

The little fish saw Lin yishallow eat one biscuit after another, for fear that she would finish it. He hadn't tasted it yet. "Mommy, give me one."