Slag Gong is a full-time poacher [Entertainment]

As soon as Maomao entered the door, he saw a pair of big shoes, one turned over by the shoe rack, and the other fell on the cushion. The corners of his mouth moved unconsciously, hovering between joy and dissatisfaction for a few times, and finally turned into A trace of disgust.

Maomao put on his cotton slippers, put away the small boots, glanced at the big pair of shoes, and arranged them on the shoe rack in frustration, then called into the room, "I'm back."

The crisp voice, with the unique humility of a child, resounded in the empty room.

The room was a bit dark, and the temperature suddenly dropped today. The kindergarten teacher dismissed them early, and it was less than three o'clock when they got home, but it was already dark.The strong wind is blowing violently outside, only this side of the world is always so quiet.

Mao Mao walked into the bedroom, only to see his father lying on the bed like a bear.Mao Mao grabbed the big foot and pulled it a few times, but it remained motionless.

Mao Mao looked at the big foot, rolled his eyeballs a few times, ran to the living room, took a feather duster, took off Jun Le's socks, twirled two fingers and sniffed, "It stinks." Throwing it on Jun Le very rudely, holding a feather duster and scratching at Jun Le's feet non-stop.

Jun Le slept soundly, but he felt as if there were countless ants crawling on his feet. The feeling became more and more intense, which made him unable to sleep peacefully.

Jun Le turned over and sat up suddenly, and saw his son on the other side of the bed, staring at him with slightly indifferent eyes.

Jun Le's heart clicked, and he swallowed his saliva, "Well, I fell asleep accidentally... I'm going to pick you up..." Jun Le felt a little guilty.

Mao Mao looked at him, curled his lips, "Today the teacher dismisses school early." The school bus sent him to the gate of the community, and it was the aunt in the same community who carried him back.

Jun Le looked at the time, it was only three o'clock, and then he let out a sigh of relief, and said with some confidence: "This time it's not my father breaking his promise."

Mao Mao rolled his eyes, and he knew that you had this kind of virtue.

"What do you want to eat tonight, dad will make it for you."

"Can you eat it?"

Jun Le choked, "Then, order takeaway!"

Jun Le looked at Mao Mao's cold face with infinite eagerness, Mao Mao also looked at him, the corners of his mouth moved, and there was a deep sadness in his eyes, "I'm going to do my homework."

After all, he turned around and went to the living room.

The balcony is so small that it can accommodate a small desk. When Maomao is doing homework here on weekdays, Junle is writing some manuscripts beside him.Although his formal occupation is as an artist, he is a poor artist. Even the father and son can't support them with the salary commission alone. But with the contract in hand, he can't find other full-time jobs, so he can only do some part-time jobs. , Writing novels is the best kind of part-time job.

He really had a cold today, and it felt like a piece of iron had been stuffed into his brain, which was heavy and painful.Afraid of infecting Mao Mao, Jun Le took the notebook to the living room and sat on the sofa to write the manuscript.

Four years ago, he didn't know why Haotian Entertainment found him and asked him to sign a contract, saying that he would make him a first-line star and make a lot of money.At that time, he didn't want to make a lot of money, but just wanted a stable job. At that time, he was only 20 years old, and he was very confused about the future. He found several jobs and was dismissed after a week.And he desperately needs a job to pay off his debts and raise his newborn son.

Mao Mao was less than six catties when he was born, and the doctors were afraid that he would not be able to support him. After all, he was not in normal labor.Jun Le still remembered that it was also such a heavy snow day. At the beginning, it was dark and snowy, and the heart-piercing pain made him want to jump off the stairs.It was Xiao Ke who pulled him with his big belly, and Zhao Yuan even tied him to the bed.

The thing is so ridiculous, he gave birth to a child by a man.

Even if the child was born, he didn't know how to raise him. He was too young at that time, and this sudden change caught him off guard.If there were no Xiao Ke and Zhao Yuan, probably, their father and son would not be where they are today.

Jun Le sneaked a glance at the little guy on the balcony, and he still can't believe it came out of his stomach.Life is amazing.

Mao Mao seemed to be a little absent-minded today, when Jun Le looked over, he was also looking over, but as soon as he met Jun Le's gaze, he shrank back.

Jun Le sighed, this child is not close to him.It's no wonder the child, he really couldn't accept this from the beginning to the end.He needs to settle down this shock.But when he felt that he had settled down almost, their way of getting along had already developed in a very weird direction.

Jun Le coughed, "Is it cold?"

Mao Mao glanced at him, his eyes were still somewhat resentful, but he didn't speak, and continued to concentrate on his homework.

Jun Le thought about it, what kind of temper is this little thing having today, and it's not like he didn't go home by himself.But despite this, Junle still took an electric oil heater to the balcony, plugged it in, and the balcony quickly became warm.

Mao Mao's face looked a little better, and finally she was willing to raise her head and looked at Jun Le, "Do you know what day it is today?"

Jun Le thought for a while, "Christmas will be in two days, is Mao Mao thinking about Christmas?" This son's mind is too hard to guess.

Mao Mao's small mouth immediately deflated, and then ignored Jun Le.

Jun Le is a little depressed, this little guy probably won't enter puberty early, right?

In view of his son's temper, Jun Le was not in the mood to write a manuscript, so he went to the kitchen to show off his skills, but the mashed potatoes and braised pork with eggplant, even if he wanted to give face, he couldn't give it.

The little guy was guarding a bowl of rice steak and didn't pick up any vegetables at all.

Jun Le got angry now, slapped the table, and shouted: "What do you want to do today?"

Mao Mao's little face turned pale with fright, and then he slapped the chopsticks on the table angrily, raised his head and shouted at Jun Le: "You are not my father!"

This is definitely a trigger, "I don't have a son like you!"

Mao Mao's eyes turned red in an instant, and he ran into the house and slammed the door behind him.

Jun Le's head really hurts now.He had no idea what to do with the child.

When Jun Le was wandering around the room in anger, Xiao Ke called and asked at the beginning, "How did you celebrate Mao Mao's birthday? Did you eat cake? Did you buy a gift? If you don't know how to cook, take the child there." Good meal..."

Jun Le was dumbfounded.He ran to the balcony to look at the calendar. On December 22nd, red marks were drawn around and around. He remembered seeing Mao Mao drawing there last night. He was just a little guy with ADHD Itchy hands, nothing serious at all...

Jun Le patted his head, how on earth did he become a father.

Xiao Ke also yelled over there, "You won't forget, right? You really forgot? Fuck, I reminded you last week."

Jun Le only felt that his head was big, "Sister Ke'er, can you be more reserved?"

After hanging up the phone, Jun Le looked at the closed bedroom door, quickly put on a down jacket, and ran outside.

It is no longer raining now, and the goose feather snow is falling down one by one.Maomao lay on the window sill, watching that familiar voice running in the silvery white world, his little mood was a bit complicated, he was afraid that Jia Lele would catch a cold, and he was afraid that he would fall down, but he forgot that his birthday should be received punitive.

He looked at it for an hour, but when he didn't see Jun Le coming back, he was a little worried.Put on a coat, boots, and gloves to wait at the gate of the community.

As soon as Jun Le arrived at the door, he told the little guy to run this way, his heart tightened suddenly, and he went to meet him.Originally, the normal script should be for the father to hold his son tightly in his arms. When it came to the father and son, Mao Mao raised his head and said with a cold face, "I thought you got lost."

"Father is not a child!"

"You are almost like a child." Say it, Mao Mao turned around and took the lead in walking ahead, but Jun Le followed behind like a child who made a mistake.

Until returning home, Junle took out the steaming cake and Transformers, and looked at Maomao seriously and seriously, "For the sake of Dad's performance today, let Dad hug one."

Mao Mao's small body swayed in place, not daring to look at Jun Le, and obediently walked to his side, leaning on his thigh.

Jun Le's heart warmed, and he smiled, picked up the little guy, squeezed it vigorously, and did not forget to be a father's educational responsibility, "Maomao, you are five years old this year, you can't slap the table with your father and stare."

"Lele, you are 25 years old this year, and you can't slap the table with Maomao and stare."

Jun Le frowned unhappily, "Scream Dad."

"... Lele."

What a child who loves to hold grudges.