The charming girl from the 70s seduces her rough husband until he vomits blood

Mingzhu originally thought about picking up Xiangxiang, but Jiang Duo saw her movements and was a step faster than her. He pinched Xiangxiang's armpits with both hands, lifted him up, and hugged him.

Thinking about it, I was still aggrieved and filled with tears. I suddenly sat on my father's strong arms and was so frightened that I forgot to cry.

Dad usually lets them walk by themselves and rarely hugs them, but now, dad actually hugged him.

Dad's arms are so comfortable, I'm not afraid of falling at all.

Mingzhu glanced at Jiang Duo, walked to the sofa in front of Panpan and sat down with a smile.

Panpan was still grinning and crying.

Mingzhu was not in a hurry, just stared at him with her arms folded across her chest, watching him cry.

Just now, she was holding his arm and asking him to apologize. Seeing her mother's attitude, she let go of her hand without knowing why.

Song Xue coaxed her warmly: "Panpan, be good, stop crying and talk to your mother about this matter."

Mingzhu waved her hand to Song Xue: "Xiaoxue, don't talk to him, let him cry until he has cried enough. You are not needed here, you can go and help make dumplings."

Song Xue was not stubborn and ran away. She was really hurt by the two children just now.

Seeing the child crying with his eyes open, Mingzhu felt that it would not end for a while, so she simply took the tea tray from the coffee table, licked the melon seeds and stared at Panpan.

Panpan cried for a long time, but when she saw that no one paid any attention to her, her crying gradually became quieter. After five or six minutes, she finally stopped crying.

Panpan looked at Mingzhu with a guilty conscience.

Mingzhu threw the melon seed peels in her hands into the trash can and patted the residue on her hands, "Have you cried enough? If you haven't cried enough, just cry for a while. It doesn't matter. I have plenty of time to listen to you cry. What if you have cried enough? , let’s solve this matter.”

Panpan pouted: "I won't cry anymore."

"Well, very good, wait a minute, help me go to the room to find Panpan's favorite toy."

Waiting was confused, but he went to the room obediently, took a colorful wooden spinning top that Panpan usually liked best, and gave it to Mingzhu.

Mingzhu got the wooden top and waved directly to Xiangxiang: "Xiangxiang, come on, I'll give this to you."

When Panpan heard this, she immediately wanted to grab the top, with a cry in her voice: "This is mine, not my brother's. My brother also has one, and his is blue."

Mingzhu raised the top high above her head, but Panpan couldn't hook it, so she could only shout: "This is mine."

"So, would you be sad if I snatched the things you like and gave them to your brother?"

"It's sad. I already have a brother. He..."

Mingzhu interrupted him and led his train of thought to continue following her, "Then you know that you will feel sad if someone else touches your things, so why would you destroy something that your brother likes?"

Panpan choked up: "I didn't intentionally tear up my brother's painting."

Mingzhu asked: "Did you paint that painting?"

Panpan lowered her head: "I just want to see what my brother has drawn."

Mingzhu said calmly: "Let me ask you again, is that painting yours?"

"No, it belongs to my brother."

"So, since it belongs to my brother, only my brother has the right to decide whether to let you see it or not to touch it. Just like this little top belongs to you, only you have the right to decide whether to let others play with it or not." The same thing. What's more, my brother didn't say he wouldn't show it to you just now, he just said he hadn't finished the painting yet, right?"

Panpan nodded.

Mingzhu continued: "You robbed my brother's things without his consent, destroying the fruits of his labor and his sincerity in giving gifts to his mother. I think you did it wrong. Yes. If you have done something wrong, what you should do is apologize, instead of grinning and crying louder than the person you hurt, what do you think?"

Panpan raised her head and glanced at her elder brother, who was held in his arms by his father and his eyes were red from crying.

He drooped his little head and muttered in a low voice: "Aunt Nannan said that children who cry will be fed milk. I am the youngest. As long as I cry, everyone has to let me..."

Pearl: ...

"What Qiao Nannan said is wrong!" Mingzhu interrupted him again. Her voice, which had been gentle just now, was now a bit harsh.

"Jiang Wanyi, listen, your brothers usually let you go, not because you cry or because you are the youngest, but because they are kind. Don't take other people's kindness to you as a matter of course. Get rid of all the bad habits I learned from Qiao Nannan! No one owes you anything in this family! Do you hear me?"

The living room was suddenly quiet. The three people making dumplings at the dining table, let alone rolling out the dumpling wrappers, did not dare to take a breath for fear of being implicated.

Panpan was also scared. He didn't know that his mother could be so scary when she was fierce.

Mingzhu asked seriously again: "Did you hear that?"

Panpan hurriedly replied: "I heard it..."

"Very good, now you only have two choices, either apologize; or go to confinement first, come out and apologize again, choose!"

Panpan looked up honestly this time and said, "Brother, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have touched your things."

Mingzhu raised her eyes to look at Xiangxiang. At this moment, her eyes were no longer serious as when she had just helped Panpan correct her mistakes, but became gentle: "Think about it, my brother did something wrong and hurt your heart. Although he He realized his mistake and apologized, but you have the right to choose to forgive or not to forgive. If you don't forgive, then as punishment for him hurting you, mom can punish him to solitary confinement."

When he heard that he was going to be placed in solitary confinement again, Panpan's little face collapsed, and he looked pitifully to think about it, as if his elder brother held the key to his life and death.

After thinking about it for a while, Panpan finally said, "Panpan, I can forgive you, but you have to accompany me to paint a new picture and give it to my mother."

Panpan nodded immediately: "Okay, I'll draw with my brother."

Mingzhu raised her eyebrows at Jiang Duo, and Jiang Duo put it down knowingly.

Xiang Xiang took the initiative to go over, holding Panpan's little hand and walking towards the room together, shouting as he walked: "Wait, you can come too."

Wait a little bit and muttered impatiently: "It's really troublesome."

But the footsteps followed him quite honestly.

Mingzhu looked at the backs of the three little babies and smiled lovingly. As expected of her, the babies were born, even their backs were so...cute.

It wasn't until the three of them entered the house that Mingzhu converged her gaze and raised her eyes to look at Fang Shuyu: "Mom, look at the nanny you found. How vicious the thoughts she instilled in our little boy were. Fortunately, she was discovered in time. Otherwise, our youngest child will be raised to be a selfish person by her in the future."

Fang Shuyu:......

She didn't even dare to take a breath just now, so why did this wildfire still burn her body?