Hubby, Please Spare Me

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"Send it." Shen Mochen said with a deep voice.

He had to ring his cell phone message.

Seeing the photo, Shen Mochen's eyes immediately flashed a cold, like a poisoned arrow and a sharp edge.

In the room

Little did not draw a little girl influenced by others.

The little girl was wearing a beautiful skirt, holding a basket full of flowers.

After she finished drawing, she looked up and saw Shui Miaomiao, her eyes lit up, and she smiled sweetly, "Why did Auntie come to our house?"

Li Chongming looked at Li Xiaoxiao with surprise and asked, "Do you know?"

"She is my classmate's mother." Li Xiaoxiao said with a smile, looking away from her, and even more surprised to see this classmate, "How come you have come to our house?"

Li Zhongming understood, and said amiably, "So you are classmates."

Yan Yan cleared his throat and shouted respectfully: "Uncle Li, my name is Mizuki Yan."

"Uh." Li Chongming looked at Shui Miaomiao with surprise, and he had thoughtful thoughts that big people could see.

Shui Miaomiao explained: "Also called Shen Muyan, the name has not been changed."

"Hehe." Li Chongming smiled awkwardly.

Shen Mochen pushed the door in, his face blue, and his eyes gloomed across Shui Miaomiao's face.

Shui Miaomiao was taken aback. She seemed to be shot while lying down.

"What's wrong?" Shui Miaomiao asked worriedly, and walked towards Shen Mochen.

Shen Mochen looked at Li Chongming, raised an elegant smile, and said hello: "We have something to go out."

"Oh, please." Li Chongming said with a smile.

Shen Mochen took Shui Miaomiao's hand out.

"I think your parents are arguing." Xiaoxiao looked at the door and said.

"It's okay, they're always like that, and they will be reconciled in a while." Yan Yan said, lying next to Li Xiaoxiao, and took a red pen, ready to color her painting.

Li Xiaoxiao politely grabbed Yan Yan's pen and said, "This is my birthday present to Wang Xinyin. Don't touch it."

Yan Yan was unhappy and pursed her lips. "I help you."

"To give someone's birthday gift, you have to complete it yourself." Xiao Xiao said, tucked the red pen into the pen holder, and chose the green pen.

"I'm going to have a birthday soon, and on the day we are on holiday, you come to my house for dinner." Yan Yan sincerely invited.

"I'm not familiar with you, and I won't go." Li Xiaoxiao drew his head down and painted.

Yan Yan snorted and snatched Li Xiaoxiao's painting directly, with red eyes.

"Why are you robbing me to paint?" Li Xiaoxiao asked displeasedly.

Yan Yan tore the picture.

Li Xiao's fire was burning, and the pen painted green on Yan Yan's face.

"Little, don't be so rude." Li Chongming stopped.

Li Xiaoxiao looked at her father and scolded her, and was aggrieved, saying, "He first tore my painting."

"Tear it off and repaint it. It's impolite for you to treat others like this." Li Chongming said in his eyes.

Li Xiaoxiao squeezed her lips down and couldn't control it, wowed and cried.

Her crying heart was broken.

He felt that Li Xiaoxiao didn't like her any more.

He returned Li Xiaoxiao's paintings to Li Xiaoxiao.

Li Xiaoxiao looked at the paper well, and it was not torn off. He looked at Yanyan in surprise, and there were tears in his big eyes.

"Stupid, make you play." He put the paper on the table and dragged his head out.

Li Xiaoxiao still had a good time looking at the painting, and looked at Yanyan again.

"He likes this picture. It means that if you painted it well, you can give him one, and then you can paint it again. Right, little." Li Chongming's compassionate path of relief.

Little nodded, took a red pen, and painted the color.