Cool Treasure from Heaven: Mo Shaoxi as Father

Protect your brothers and sisters!

The solemn entrustment gave him a sense of mission in his heart.

Chen Mufeng straightened his back, his eyes were firm, "Uncle Yin, I understand. I will study hard and will never disappoint your expectations."

Uncles and aunts are like their reborn parents.

He will do his best to protect his younger siblings!

"Ah."

Yin nodded with satisfaction.

Mi Qian also smiled, "Okay, let's all go back to our room and sleep."

"it is good."

Chen Mufeng nodded and looked at Chen Mumu.

Chen Mumu put the Lego back in his hand, and said good night to the others, "Good night, beautiful aunt. Good night brother, good night Zi Yang, good night Zi Rui."

Huh?
Mu Mu changed her name to call her auntie!
And the articulation is getting clearer and clearer!

Mi Qian looked at Chen Mumu's small figure entering the room and blinked.

"Husband, Mr. Qi is indeed an expert in the world. Mu Mu has only taken medicine for a few days, and his condition seems to be progressing!"

Hearing this, Yin Moran grabbed her shoulders and walked into the room, "Mu Mu had a heart attack before, but now that Zi Rui is safe and sound, the knot in her heart is probably slowly dissipating."

"Yeah, I really hope Mumu recovers quickly."

Even if you can't return to the high IQ child before, it is a blessing to return to an ordinary person!
"Honey, it's late at night, can you take your heart back?"

Yin Moran pushed open the bedroom door with a faint tone.

Mi Qian glanced at him sideways, sniffed deliberately, "Honey, it smells!"

"What is the taste?"

"Sour taste."

Mi Qian teased, "Son and daughter are all missed by others, are you jealous as a father?"

"Oh! Why am I jealous?"

Yin Moran put his arms around Mi Qian, "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, as long as I have you by my side, I will be fine."

"Tch, the dead duck has a hard mouth! Is it so difficult to admit that you are sore?"

"Yes, I admit that I'm sore, my wife, please hug me, please comfort me!"

"..."

The night is long.

People who have been tired all day fall asleep peacefully to welcome the arrival of a new day.

The next day.

Fang Tong's apartment.

"Mommy, why don't you go to brother's house?"

Nianxi was wearing the new clothes Fang Tong bought for her, blinking her dark eyes with anticipation.

This child is hopeless!
Fang Tong laughed, and pinched her pink and tender face, "I'm not going to my brother's house, Mommy will take you somewhere."

"Where are you going? Why don't you go to your brother's house?"

The little milk bag pursed her red lips, obviously losing the excitement just now.

"Didn't Mommy make an agreement with you? My brother wants to study, and you have to study too. Only in this way will my brother like you."

Fang Tong held the hand of Xiao Nai Bao, coaxing her.

"I want my brother to like it."

The little milk bag is happy again.

Fang Tong chuckled, and took the little guy to a music studio on the outskirts of the city.

The boss is a 50-year-old insider named Jiang Hua.

He made records when he was young, and he is a musician who can compose and play.

Now retreating behind the scenes, he opened a music studio, which undertakes some music-related businesses and accepts students. He has a good reputation in the industry.

Fang Tong had been in contact with him due to work needs, so he decided to let his daughter study.

It's just that she thinks it's one thing, but whether people are willing to accept students is another.

After all, her daughter is a little young.

And he has very strict requirements for accepting students.

Fang Tong followed the receptionist and led his daughter into the office.

"Teacher Jiang, someone is looking for you."

The front desk knocked on the door politely.

Fang Tong curled his lips and was about to say hello, but found that there was another person in the office.

Su Yu'an?
Why is he here?

Su Yu'an obviously also saw Fang Tong, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

What a coincidence to meet early in the morning!

"you are?"

Jiang Hua pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked.

"Mr. Jiang, hello, I'm Fang Tong. I made an appointment with you yesterday."

Fang Tong walked in with his daughter, "I have admired your name for a long time, this is my daughter, I sincerely ask for advice."

Such a young child, Fang Tong brought her to school?
It is estimated that it will be shut down.

Su Yu'an's eyes moved slightly, and he stood aside calmly.

Sure enough, Jiang Hua glanced at the small milk bag that was not as high as the table, and shook his head, "Ms. Fang, I'm sorry, your child does not meet my apprenticeship requirements. Wait for her to come in two years when she is older."

Want to play music with a little milk bag with no teeth?
This parent is too impatient!
"Mr. Jiang, my daughter is very talented in music. Not only is she very good at hearing, she is also very sensitive to rhythm. You can test her."

Fang Tong hurriedly asked.

Jiang Hua waved his hand, "Don't say it, Ms. Fang, playing music is not that simple. She is too young, and it is impossible for her to meet the standards I require in terms of self-discipline and acceptance. Well, I still have things to do. Please come back."

"No, Teacher Jiang..."

"Xiao Shen, see off the guests."

Jiang Hua has asked the front desk to see off the guests, and there is no room for negotiation.

Fang Tong was invited out of the office by the front desk, immediately disappointed and discouraged.

At this moment, Su Yu'an's voice sounded, "Fang Tong, Xixi wants to learn instrumental music? Why don't you learn piano from me?"

Learn piano from him?
He doesn't think his daughter is too young.

But she despised him!
Fang Tong was in a bad mood, and his tone was not much better, "Is it just you? Sorry, I don't want my daughter to be led astray yet."

Su Yu'an: "..."

He also seems to be a famous piano talent, how come she has become a pseudo-literary youth fooling around?
Seeing Jiang Hua's resolute attitude, Fang Tong did not intend to stay any longer, and took his daughter's hand to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Su Yu'an grabbed Fang Tong's arm.

Fang Tong glanced at him, "Is there anything else to do, Mr. Su? It's okay, please don't gossip in public in the hall."

Su Yu'an: "..."

What a temper!

This is taking all the anger on him!

Fine!

It's better than holding back something wrong in your heart.

Su Yu'an felt that she was kneeling and licking again.

But he is willing.

"If you still want Xixi to stay, treat me better."

Su Yu'an gave Fang Tong a gentle smile, and then took Nianxi's little hand.

"Xixi, you haven't called me yet."

"Hello, sorghum."

Xiao Nianxi gave a childish cry.

"Well, can Nianxi sing?"

"meeting."

"Can I sing it to my uncle?"

"it is good."

Watching Su Yu'an enter the office again holding the little milk bag, Fang Tong blinked her beautiful eyes and raised her eyebrows.

What did he just say?
Make her treat him better?
Was she treating him badly?
Fang Tong snorted softly and quickly followed in.

In the office, Su Yuan sat in front of a piano and was playing a nursery rhyme.

Standing beside her was the little milk bag, singing to the beat with dignity.

The timbre of the little milk bag is very pure, with a hint of milk, which makes people's eyes shine.

Jiang Hua, who was originally disapproving, couldn't help but pushed his glasses and sat up straight, looking at the little milk bag with obvious interest.

He didn't expect that little Douding's voice was so clear and unique.