Being His Little Fox

Song Yi lifted Tang Si's chin in the past and looked at his face seriously. She said, "I think the indifferent temperament in you is more and more obvious as you get older and older. ."

Lazy and mature old men are always very fragrant.

"Really?" Tang Si raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Are there any other changes? For example, physical strength?"

When he spoke, he was a little more calm than before, and he didn't have any youthful aura.

He was also an old man before, but there was always a young breath in him.

Now, thirty-three or four years old.

More is the stability that has settled down over the years.

And Song Yi was already twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

But she still has no changes and is well maintained.

"You are a little more mature, where are there people in their 30s who are like you?"

"I'm quite mature outside." Tang Si said solemnly: "The other men you meet only mature in front of you, not necessarily at home."

"It's all like this outside, isn't it a hooligan?"

This seems to make sense.

"Dad." Tang Song came with the notebook at this time.

Tang Song put the notebook in front of him: "Teaching topic."

"Please ask a tutor for you." Song Yihu said.

Tang Song raised his head: "Don't have a tutor."

"Those tutors I have learned, after they taught me, I feel that the method they teach me is very complicated, and there is obviously a simpler method."

"I think my dad taught well."

Song Yi: "..."

Maybe this is the superiority of high IQ.

But there is one thing, she still needs to remind.

"Your dad is not good at teaching. He is lazy. He just perfuses you and saves you a lot of steps."

This has become a good reason to teach.

It's really amazing.

Tang Song: "..."

"Isn't it enough to understand?"

"Come on, let me see."

Song Yi glanced at them, one who taught perfunctorily, the other was serious in learning.

She took a picture and sent it to Moments.

[Really amazing! 】

Fu Jingsheng commented: What is magic?

The father and son looked really in love.

Song Yi only replied briefly.

Fu Jingsheng said, "My little nephew is really smart."

......

the next morning.

This is the weekend.

Song Yi did not go to work, Tang and Song did not go to school.

Tang Si was the only one who got up.

He only has a rest break, not a double break.

"Need me to get up and get you breakfast?" Song Yi asked lazily.

"No, just eat something." Tang Si bowed his head and kissed her forehead: "Sleep again. Today I want to eat spare ribs. You can go to the supermarket to buy some."

"Not on night shift? Then you have to come back and do it yourself, I won't."

This is a big dish.

Song Yi is usually at home and only cooks small dishes.

In the morning, Fu Jingsheng passed by.

Brought learning materials to Tang and Song dynasties.

The kindergarten recognizes characters, as well as those that recognize patterns, animals, and flowers.

"How about? It looks good? Uncle will post it for you in your room. When you are okay, recognize it." This is a good thing he saw at the roadside stall today!

This was the first time he saw this thing, so he thought it was very strange, so he bought it for Tang and Song.

Tang Song was fighting for a car with Lego in his hand.

Seeing the thing in Fu Jingsheng's hands, he looked at him with a little hard to say a word.

"What's the matter?" Fu Jingsheng looked at Tang Song's expression, "Are you beyond words that you like already? It doesn't matter, I know you are young and have poor expressive skills. Just keep it in your heart."

Tang Song sighed.

"Uncle." He said gruffly, "I know all these things, why are you sticking to my room? Want my mother to have a second child?"

"And what is your aesthetic? Don't you think it looks ugly if you put it in the room?"

In general, if there are children in the home, there must be a mess everywhere, and it's all children's stuff.

But Song Yi's family doesn't have one.

Tang Song has been strict in education since he was a child, and wherever he took it, he had to put it back wherever he was.

Otherwise, his father has a way to educate him.

He was scared of being devastated.

"Are you finished?" Fu Jingsheng's mouth twitched slightly: "The boss told me that he was a five-year-old kid. I bought so much at once, and it cost me 50 yuan!"

"You come here and give me a gift of 50 yuan?"

Tang Song raised his eyes and glanced at Song Yi, who was cutting fruits in the kitchen: "Mom! My uncle specified that he is here to squeeze a meal, or should he drive out?"

"It's okay." Song Yi responded lightly.

"Tang Song!" Fu Jingsheng: "Why are you kid so unlovable?! You weren't like this before!"

A very simple smile appeared on Tang Song's face: "Isn't it cute?"

"But the female teachers and classmates in the kindergarten like me very much. I think you have some problems with your aesthetics. No wonder you bought me this kind of gift."

"It's ugly."

Fu Jingsheng: "Little friends, you are so young, you can't be so utilitarian and so picky about gifts."

While playing Lego, Tang Song took the time to answer Fu Jingsheng's words while looking at the drawings, "But I am not an excuse for being stingy when I am young."

"You can't just give me these things just because I'm young and don't understand it. That's not good, and you can't bully the little friends." His tone is cute and loving: "Little friends are also sad, uncle. "

Fu Jingsheng was at a loss.

"Sister! How rude to your son to teach!"

Just like Tang Si, you can't talk with a poisonous tongue!

Song Yi carried a plate of fruits and walked out while eating.

"It's very polite, he didn't beat you." Song Yi smiled, "The kid beats you, you can't fight back, right?"

"Who made you quarrel with him all right."

Tang Song had already practiced fighting his father every day at home.

"Where is my fruit?"

Tang Song raised his head, bulged his cheeks slightly, and said, "My mother won't get me fruit, do you still want it?"

"If you want to eat it, you can do it yourself. There are so many people on the table. No matter how old you are, your sister will get you fruit."

Tang Song's hand made a gesture on his face: "Shame."

Fu Jingsheng: "..."

He felt that he couldn't stay here.

"You ungrateful little fellow, you ran away from home a few days ago, who took you in?"

Tang Song felt that he couldn't live at home. It was impossible for his mother to disobey, and her mother could not bully.

Dad can't do it again.

As a result, the children in Tang and Song Dynasty felt that they had no status at home, and they ran away from home with their little bags on their backs if they could not stay.

At first I wanted to stay in a hotel.

The hotel wants to send him to the Public Security Bureau.

That's not okay, maybe I'll send him to the door of his father.

He completely abolished the boss's energy before flicking his sister at the front desk and ran away.

He regretted the act of running away from home without planning his own way.

When I went back, I felt very shameless.

So I began to hope in my heart that my parents could come to me.

however......

Until the evening, there was no news.

He crouched on the side of the road, looking at his face in the glass.

If it weren't for this face almost exactly the same as his dad, he would think he had really picked it up.

Wherever there are children who ran away from home, their parents did not come to look for them, and there was no news at all.

Tang Song began to suspect that he was squeezed out at home because his parents had long ago disliked him, and they were embarrassed to throw them away, just waiting for him to run away.

He was in the most prosperous area, and he didn't come to look for it.

He really is, his heart is ashamed...

The kindergarten students pretended that they would not agree with him to live.

At a young age, the Tang and Song dynasties Xiaopen friends realized the warmth and coldness of human nature.

He didn't find Fu Jingsheng until two or three in the morning.

Fu Jingsheng was a crazy mockery hahaha.

However, what Tang Song didn't know was.

Tang Si actually followed him all the time.

The father who was a criminal investigator had already guessed that he was going to run away from home.

Just leave, he won't look for it.

Give him a lesson and let him know why the flowers are so red.

The lesson of running away from home is not to rush to find it, but to let him know how it feels to be homeless. This trick is really high.

This education can be said to be very shabby.

Everything is experienced firsthand.

It's useless to say that it's useless, but you know it by your own experience.

Like a person who drinks water, he knows it is cold and warm. With a father like Tang Si, Tang and Song can experience a lot of things, it is really miserable. Thanks to the strong mentality of the Tang and Song Dynasties, how could he withstand this kind of destruction?

but! Although Tang Si let him know why the flowers are so red.

Also let him know what is called—

Flowers are all red, people are different from dogs!

No wonder he always listens to his mother calling him father and dog man, this method is really a dog!

Calling him a dog man really didn't wrong him!

Tang Song has now set his goal as Tang Si. One day he will defeat his dad. He has already thought about it. If he can't beat him, he will survive him.

Isn't he better than his age? Humph.

The reason is that there are many practices in the Tang and Song dynasties, and there are still many words.

That's why Tang Song loves his father more.

Learn so much from my father! His father is so awesome.

Tang Song said, "You did take me in, and I am grateful to you."

"So you can eat at my house for free today, right?"

"Don't say I don't care about relatives." Tang Song: "Moreover, I am still a relative who is not related by blood."

Fu Jingsheng: "I feel like my heart has been stabbed ten thousand times."

In the afternoon, Fu Jingsheng stayed in the living room to play games.

Tang Si's equipment is advanced, the signal is good, and it is comfortable to use.

Tang and Song followed Song Yi to buy groceries in the supermarket.

Tang Song took his mother's hand: "I'll carry a bag for you."

Song Yi naturally gave the bag to Tang and Song.

He already has this habit.

"Your father wants to eat spare ribs, what do you eat?"

"I want to eat ribs too. I can eat whatever my dad eats." Tang Song said, "I'm not picky at all."

Song Yi pursed his lips: "You would say, at your age, eating ribs is a waste of money."

"!!!" Tang Song: "Mom, you are fair to me. I think my dad is targeting me! He wants to drive me out of the house, so I am angry."

His face puffed up with a fleshy bun, and he looked very cute.

Tang Song clenched the bag tightly in his hand, and instantly felt angry rising in his heart.

"Okay." Song Yi said, "your dad is that kind of person, percussive education."

"He said you are suitable for this kind of education."

Children are born with different personalities.

Tang and Song dynasties are those who are able to resist stress and are able to open up as much as they want.

It's not the kind of temperament that languishes in one blow.

In fact, Tang Si has observed these. Different children have different personalities and different education methods.

Tang Si felt that suppressive education was very suitable for Tang and Song dynasties.

Tang Song frowned, "That means, I am strong and brave, but has it become the reason for him to suppress me?"

"You can show your dad the weak one."

"I'm not you. I'm acting like a baby and it doesn't work. My dad has no mercy or compassion for me. He always thinks I am a fool and not smart enough."

"Puff——" Song Yi: "Why do you say that?"

"Because he taught me very perfunctory, I think he can't teach me."

Children also have their own thoughts in their minds.

For adults, they also have their own opinions.

"That's why I won't be soft in front of him, and I don't want to be suppressed by my dad."

Tang Song pursed his lips and said, "I have to be obedient in school, I have to have good grades, and I have to be a role model in everything."

"It's because of the shiny sign on my body: the policeman's son."

"Then do you like daddy or hate daddy?"

About this question......

Tang Song looked down, carefully, and considered it seriously.

"Also... don't you hate it."

If you think about it carefully, there is still a good side.

Song Yi: "You can know it yourself, you can tell me what you want, or you can tell dad."

"Your dad's mouth is poisonous, and he didn't say it from the bottom of his heart."

Song Yi touched his head: "Aren't you also the most poisonous? You say your uncle, don't show mercy."

Tang Song: "I understand, my father's name is Daozizui Doufuxin, and he has a different heart."

"But I am different. What I said is true, and I feel it!"

Song Yi: "..."

The two chatted all the way, and soon arrived at the supermarket.

Song Yi was pushing a trolley, and there were a lot of people in the supermarket.

Tang Song bumped Song Yi with someone else's cart, and he was very careful.

They bought it quickly, because the goal was clear.

Mengbao and beautiful women can also attract the attention of many people, mainly because they are particularly seductive.

The style of Tang and Song Dynasty is not as scornful and lazy as my father, nor as soft and charming as my mother.

It's a uniquely cool, cool kid.

The clothes are very cool, there is a very cold temperament on the body at a young age, and the gaze in the eyes is arrogant.

His walking posture gradually took shape.

The walk is very modest, a little dragging.

It's a bit like Tang Si's walking posture, A and Tugging again.

However, in Tang Si, there is more of a scornful languidness, a bit wild.

Tang and Song dynasties are in that kind of manner that no one loves the coolness of the street.

After checking out, I went to take the elevator to the underground parking lot and drove——

Waiting for the elevator, there are many people.

Tang Song carried some fruits that Song Yi loved.

The heavier things are still mentioned by Song Yi.

At this time, someone squeezed in and pushed Song Yi.

She frowned slightly, not planning to care.

But that person pushed Song Yi again, which caught Tang Song’s attention. He frowned and raised his head, unable to get stuck.

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