At the beginning, the Civil Affairs Bureau confessed to the newly divorced female president

Han Shichu raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was still early and he was not in a hurry to make lunch.

There was nothing left and right, so he sneaked upstairs while everyone was unprepared.

He wanted to see what the little glutinous rice balls were doing.

He bet the little guy didn't hold back any good farts.

He tiptoed to the door of the bedroom, and slowly opened the door.

At first glance, there was no one there.

That must be in the toy room.

Gently pushed open the door of the toy room again, and poked his head in for a look.

I saw Xiao Tangyuan sitting on the carpet with her back to him, with her head buried, writing and drawing in her hands.

She was wearing a little dinosaur pajamas, sitting like this, wearing a one-piece cap, and her small tail was casually thrown behind her, she looked like a little dinosaur.

He sneaked up behind her and looked around.

It turned out to be painting.

But after watching for a long time, Han Shichu didn't understand what she was painting row by row.

And in front of each row of paintings, there are numbers.

After carefully understanding the numbers she wrote, they turned out to be dates.

Thinking about it carefully, the date actually started when the female president was found out to be pregnant.

Until today.

And each row of dates is followed by a row of pictures.

Han Shichu guessed that she should be recording something, but she can't write, so she can only record by drawing.

Taking a closer look, he also noticed that each row of paintings basically has an adult and a small person.

But what exactly it meant, he was a little confused.

Therefore, he intends to take the initiative to ask.

Withdraw your head and straighten your body.

"Ahem..." Pretending to fake cough twice.

As soon as Little Tam heard the sound, he quickly clasped the drawing board to his chest, and then turned his head to look back.

After discovering that it was Han Shichu, she tilted her head and grinned, and called softly, "Dad."

Han Shichu nodded, and then sat down directly beside her.

Pretending to know nothing, he smiled and asked, "Little Tang Yuan, what were you doing just now?"

The little Tum caterpillar picked it up, and replied in a dazed manner, "Just now? What are you doing?"

Yoho, you still want to lie, don't you?
Han Shichu had already figured out her habits.

Don't say he has seen it, even if he hasn't seen it, he knows that little Tam is lying.

Because every time she lied, her eyebrows couldn't help but raise.

Han Shichu didn't point it out, and pretended to look at the drawing board in her arms.

"Oh, are you drawing? Show Dad what you drew, okay?"

Xiao Tangyuan subconsciously prepared to hide the drawing board behind her back.

But she sneaked a look at Han Shichu's expression, and saw that he was looking at her with a little disappointment.

She hesitated.

Wrinkling the caterpillar and the little nose, he began to meditate seriously.

In the end, there was still no way to reject Han Shichu.

Who made him his favorite father?
Even if he found out about it, he couldn't refuse it.

Looking at him with a serious expression on her small face, she asked solemnly, "Father, you can take a good look."

"But after reading it, you must never tell Mama."

Um?Can't tell the female president?
It seems that her paintings are very eloquent.

Han Shichu couldn't help becoming very curious.

Swearingly, he promised: "Oh, don't worry, little Tangyuan, does Dad look like an informer?"

"Our father and daughter are comrades-in-arms in the same trench. We can't do the thing of betraying comrades-in-arms."

After making the promise, I was still afraid that she would be worried, so I hurriedly said: "If you don't believe me, how about Dad making a hook with you?"

Little Tam shook his head and said with a smile, "No need, Father Woxin."

No matter who the other party is, this feeling of being trusted is really comfortable.

Of course, he also secretly decided that he must be worthy of Xiaotangyuan's trust.

"Hey..." Xiao Tangyuan lowered her head and handed over the drawing board with both hands.

Han Shichu knew what the painting was about, but he didn't know what it meant.

He pretended to take a closer look, and then asked in confusion and curiosity: "What do you mean by drawing this?"

"Why can't Dad understand?"

"Can you explain it to Dad?"

Little Tangyuan grinned, and then moved her little head closer.

Pointing to the first row, Littlefinger explained in a naive manner: "January No. 16, Ma Ma asked the nest three times, asked the nest to get water five times, and got snacks six times."

"January No. 17, Ma Maji nests four times, runs errands for Ma Ma twelve times, and washes feet once."

"January NO.18..."

Good guy, good guy, Han Shichu suddenly realized, and called him good guy.

It turns out that Little Tam recorded all kinds of "crimes" committed by the female president after she became pregnant.

what is this?
Revenge drawing board?

Are you going to settle accounts after the autumn after the baby is born?
Okay, it has to be your little Tam, really good.

Han Shichu was a little worried for the female president.

Accumulating like this on the little glutinous rice balls' revenge drawing board, is this the rhythm of pulling out the oxygen tube?
Very curiously asked: "You just plan to remember?"

Little Tam shook his head and said, "When the baby is born, I will show the nest to the beautiful grandma."

"Hooho..."

Well, it turned out that I was planning to sue the Imperial Court.

It's fine to order the little guy to run errands, but you can wash your feet and massage, beat your back and legs, carry shopping bags, and beat her up... Is it okay for Sister Mei to see these?
It's all about treating little Tam as a coolie.

The pregnant female president was indeed a little flustered.

Han Shichu smiled, the mother and daughter are like this.

I think about it when we are not together, but when we are together, no one can understand anyone.

Always want to hold each other.

Neither of them has evil intentions, but they just want to compete.

Happy friends, right?
Sometimes Han Shichu, who was caught in the middle, was also quite embarrassed.

That's how it feels like a real home, though.

If they are all polite and respect each other as guests, then it would be a bit fake.

A family has laughter, warmth and happiness, and tenderness and sweetness.

Of course, there must be no stumbling, no noisy, no bickering...

This kind of home is real.

Also really happy.

Full of fireworks.

Han Shichu scratched her little nose and said with a smile: "Little Tangyuan, you have to hide the drawing board tightly."

"If your mother finds out, your ass will be fucked up."

Little Tam smiled triumphantly, and said confidently, "No way."

"Mama will definitely not find it, so hide the drawing board in the small cabinet."

Han Shichu gave her a blank look.

As for your broken password, it seems like no one knows it?
It's just you, thinking only you and I know.

But Han Shichu thought about it again, it seems that hiding in the safe is really quite safe.

Because the little guy has always only put money in his safe.

And the female president is the least short of money, so she won't read it at all.

However, in fact, the safe of Xiaotangyuan is not just for money.

There is not only the drawing board for holding grudges, but also the first painting Han Shichu gave her, and the hand-painted story book.

The latter two are the most important to her.

Thinking about it, she should cherish it for a lifetime.