Fast forward to two and a half years old: The villain boss is obsessed with raising cubs

"Of course my sister is the most powerful."

How could Eucalyptus globulus disappoint her sister? She praised her without hesitation.

Not to be outdone, Yinrui also praised: "My sister's painting is really good. There is no fish better than my sister's painting."

The two people looked at each other fiercely, and their eyes met in the air. If the eyes were real, they would probably see lightning flashing and sparks flying.

"This is what you are doing?"

A voice sounded.

"Shhh, hold your tongue, Eucalyptus and Ruirui are quarreling."

Miaomiao stared at Langui and Yinrui while scribbling on Wenling's face. When she heard the sound, she put her hand in front of her mouth and whispered.

"Oh?"

Wait, why is this voice so familiar? And it came from below.

Miaomiao lowered her head hesitantly, and saw Wen Ling's half-smiling face, and the sight of the pen falling on her hand.

!!!

The little cub jumped back in shock.

"Miaomiao, what are you doing? Huh?"

Wenling caught Fat Yuyu, who was about to run away with his tail swung, and pinched the back of the little guy's neck.

Wenling's body temperature was a bit low, and his jade-white fingers were slightly cold when he placed them on Miaomiao's warm neck. Miaomiao felt a little cold, and she shrank her neck in fear, not daring to speak.

"Why don't you speak?"

Miaomiao: Don’t dare to move. Don’t dare to move.

The two little ones next to them who were quarreling fiercely with their eyes turned their heads at the same time, and what they saw was their sister with her head drooped and her little arms and legs hanging down.

Sure enough, he was caught.

There was no look of surprise on the faces of Langui and Yinrui.

Afraid that Miaomiao would be taught a lesson, Langui stood up and said, "Your Highness, my sister is still young. She didn't mean it. Don't be cruel to her."

Yinrui added: "You can't beat your sister either."

Miaomiao agreed very much, nodding her head.

That’s right, Miaomiao is still young.

Wen Ling's face darkened: "Go."

He is here to teach the children, what are these two little brats messing around with.

As much as they felt sorry for Miaomiao, maybe they didn't feel sorry for her too.

Wenling turned Miaomiao around to face him.

Miaomiao raised her head with an innocent face, her eyes were round, bright and pure. The little boy was still holding a pen in his hand, and his hands were dirty, and he could tell at a glance that they were stained by the pen.

Wen Ling looked at the waiter: "Mirror."

The waiter handed the mirror to Wen Ling.

Wen Ling took a closer look, and at first sight he saw the smart and round fat fish cub painted on the left side of his face.

The little guy is pretty good at drawing, it's very vivid and all the features are drawn.

"hehe."

The old father sneered and stared at the cub who was so guilty that he shrank into a ball.

Ruined!

Seeing Wen Ling's serious face, Miaomiao crossed her fingers, hugged Wen Ling's hand, and rubbed it like a kitten, trying to be cute.

The cub's face is soft and tender and feels great to the touch.

Although Wen Ling felt very relieved, he still took out his hand and said righteously: "Don't do this."

He is very strict.

Miaomiao was stunned and glanced at Wenling aggrievedly.

There was no use in acting coquettishly, so the little guy had no choice but to hang his little head, jump a little, and lie on his old father's tail obediently, like a little salted fish with no fighting spirit.

Wenling:? ? ?

What is this doing?

"What are you doing? There's no point in being coquettish."

He is a very strict father, and he is not the kind of fish whose cubs act casually and have no bottom line.

Wen Ling puffed out his chest and was very determined.

The little guy turned his head and wagged his tail. His round eyes were innocent and cute: "Miaomiao, lie down, daddy, please spank her gently."

Miaomiao knew that she had done something bad but was still caught red-handed. She couldn't deny it even if she wanted to, so she simply accepted the punishment.

The so-called leniency for those who confess and severity for those who resist, the little guy is so good now because he wants to win leniency.

Wen Ling almost couldn't keep the serious expression on his face and raised his eyebrows. He really didn't expect Miaomiao to react like this.

This little guy is pretty good at it.

Wenling raised his hand to touch his cub.

Miaomiao thought Wen Ling had beaten herself, so she quickly said: "Miaomiao is still a baby."

The little cub pressed against Wenling's tail, hinting wildly.

Don't spank the baby too hard.

If you don't feel sorry for your cub, your cub will cry.

Seeing Miao Miao's operation, Wen Ling couldn't laugh or cry, and felt soft in his heart. He stretched out his hand and tapped the little guy's forehead.

It has to be said that Wenling has no way to deal with this little guy.

Just now, I talked about being a strict father, but now it seems that I probably won’t be able to do that.

"Are you scared now? Why did you go there so early?" Wen Ling pretended to be indifferent.

Miaomiao secretly said coquettishly: "Dad, Miaomiao knows she is wrong~~"

"Huh." Wen Ling snorted coldly.

"Oh, oh, just forgive Miaomiao~~"

The soft little cub kept rolling in Wenling's arms, looking playful and sweet.

Wen Ling shook his head, strengthened his wavering heart a little, and emphasized: "Don't act like a baby."

Although Wen Ling's tone was serious, his body was very sincere in protecting the rolling little fish cub to prevent Miaomiao from accidentally falling.

He would be reluctant to do anything so cute.

Wen Ling thought calmly.

This was the first time that Miaomiao was bullied by Wen Ling. The little guy felt a little aggrieved. He stretched out his little hand and grabbed the corner of Wen Ling's clothes and said pitifully: "Oh~ Daddy is so mean."

The little milk voice is weak.

Just this sentence made Wenling feel distressed.

How old is Miaomiao? She has just broken out of her shell. What's wrong with being naughty? As Miaomiao's father, he should be more tolerant and protective of Miaomiao. How can he be cruel to her?

The little guy must have been frightened.

Holding the cub with wet eyes, Wen Ling felt annoyed and regretted that his tone just now was too harsh.

The big hand gently patted the little guy's back. The boy, who had always been impatient, was extremely gentle when facing the cub: "Good boy, it's all your father's fault. He shouldn't be cruel to you."

Miaomiao sniffed, folded her hands, and said, "Miaomiao is wronged."

"Don't be wronged, don't be wronged. Dad is wrong. Miaomiao can draw whatever she wants. This side of the face hasn't been drawn yet. Can Miaomiao draw another one?"

Wen Ling leaned forward and put the other side of his clean face in front of Miaomiao, showing off his lack of bottom line.

Hearing what Wen Ling said, Miaomiao felt a little embarrassed and wiped the tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

Although the little guy is squeamish, he still knows the basics of right and wrong.

The main reason why she drew pictures on Wen Ling's face just now was because she was too angry to go out. Although she felt aggrieved by Wen Ling's cruelty, Miaomiao knew in her heart that she was at fault.

When her father caught her doing something bad, her father let her continue painting without punishing her. Naturally, Miao Miao felt very sorry.

Shaking her head, Miaomiao admitted her mistake honestly: "Miaomiao was wrong. Miaomiao shouldn't have painted her father's face."

"Dad, don't be angry with Miaomiao, okay?"

The little guy kissed Wen Ling on the cheek and looked at his father cutely.