Mr. He’s Daily Affections

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Zhixi's face was covered with black lines, and she rubbed his face as hard as she could: Mighty you, uncle!

Ah, ah, ah, it hurts, it hurts! he cried, Grandpa, help me!

Your grandpa is meeting with the president right now and has no control over you. Zhixi sneered and rubbed him hard until tears came to his eyes before letting him go.

She somewhat understood why He Jingyao liked to pinch her cheeks so much. Hey, it felt so good.

With this in mind, she rubbed her son's face again.

The little guy stared at her angrily: Gu Zhixi, I want to sever the relationship between mother and son.

Oh. Zhixi responded coldly, grabbed his collar, and carried him back to the room, Please teach me how to read. You must know at least the four characters Uncle Mighty today, right?

Ugh, I have a headache... He hummed and started to pretend to be pitiful.

Your father has been a genius since he was a child. Although you are not yet four years old, it is not difficult to recognize characters, right? Zhixi poked his forehead and found nothing to do with him, I think you are so lazy, even if your father When I see you, I have to wonder if you are his son!

He chuckled: Then I probably inherited you! Moreover, even if dad is suspicious, it is you who is suspicious. What does it have to do with me...

Shut up. Gu Zhixi rubbed her brows, hey, I have a headache.

This boy has been greedy for food, sleep, and play since he was a child. When it comes to teaching him how to read and learn, he pretends to be pitiful. He is usually naughty and pretentious. He has taught such a son. If He Jingyao knew about it, he would I won't be mad at her.

Thinking about it this way, it is probably better for her to keep her son by her side.

She sighed sadly.

Okay, okay, it's just about reading. What's so hard about it? He heard Zhixi sigh, and his pride was a little hurt. Not only can I recognize Mr. Mighty today, I can also write.

Zhixi grabbed his little fleshy hand with doubt on her face: Really?

Really! He snorted arrogantly.

Zhixi couldn't help but smile, put him next to the custom-made small desk, opened the children's calligraphy encyclopedia, searched and searched, found the word weiwei, pointed at it and said: This word is pronounced wei.

The little guy looked at him seriously for a long time and frowned: It's so hard to recognize.

Didn't you say you wanted to call me Uncle Weiwu? Zhixi said with a straight face.

He picked his fingers in confusion: Then let me change my name...my name is, um...my name is me! That's right, I will call me me from now on!

Zhixi poked him hard on the forehead: You are not allowed to watch those crude costume dramas again!

As she spoke, she flipped through the pages and found a word: What does this word mean?

The little guy took one look and curled his lips: Hey.

Zhixi continued to read: What about this?

Respect. He rolled his eyes.

what about this?

Yao...I already know him! He was very unhappy, You talk about daddy all the time. If you talk about daddy any more, I won't like him!

No, you have to like him! Zhixi looked at him seriously.

The little guy crawled into her arms with all his might: Oh, I know you like daddy the most! If you like him, just go find him!

Zhixi's nose felt sour, and it took her a long time to say, No, I can't go find him.

She has finally persisted until now, how could she give up halfway.

In fact, her will is not firm at all. If she hadn't had a baby in her belly, she might have been eager to go back to find him as soon as she recovered from the injury.