Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   Kitten Fu was not convinced, "I won't copy it. If I want to copy it, Daddy will also copy it. We all did it wrong, and the adults didn't set an example. I don't want to copy it."

   "Your uncle said that you sneaked into the study two days ago to steal your mobile phone, is that true?" Fu Zhiyan said lightly.

   Kitten Fu was silent, but his little face was still dissatisfied.

Fu Zhiyan handed him a pencil, then handed him a small notebook, carried him to his own small desk chair, and softened his tone, "Tonight's meal should be cooked by your mommy and your grandma. Yes, don't you want to eat your mommy's cooking? When you finish writing, let's go down together."

  Fu Kitten's tensed little face couldn't go any further, his little face turned red with anger, he pouted his little mouth, and said angrily, "You're a fool!"

   Even tempted him with the food made by Mommy, how could there be such a person? !

unacceptable!

   He must have paid for the phone bill! No, it was picked up from the trash can!

   But Mommy made the meal…

  Fu Kitten pursed his mouth in grievance, pinched the pen, and pulled the big dictionary in front of him, reluctantly imitating and writing it.

   He was only three years old. Rao was that the pencil was custom-made. It still seemed too big for his small hand. He had only written half of it, and he realized how cruel it was for a little doll ten times.

The word    is too complicated. If it is written in small size, it cannot be written in it, and if it is written in large size, it will not look good. It was the first time that Fu Kitten encountered such a situation. Throwing away the pen, he turned his face to the side, blushing and looking at the arrogant man.

   "Can't write?"

   "...He's only three years old, so it's normal that he can't write."

"You also know that you are only three years old? Do three-year-olds watch those messy TV shows? Can they make fun of them online?" Fu Zhiyan picked up his pen indifferently, put it back into his hand, and said coldly, The big hand warmly wrapped his small hand, and with his small hand, he wrote the complicated characters on the notebook. After writing it ten times, he pursed his thin lips into a line and stared at the little baby, "Do you feel wronged?"

   Kitten Fu ignored him, thought for a moment and then clenched his fists, "I will grow up too, and when I grow up, I can write this word like you!"

   He will grow up, and when he grows up, he will bully Fu Zhiyan, the villain!

   Let him copy it a hundred times, no, a thousand times!

  Fu Zhiyan turned a blind eye, stood up, put him on the ground, and glanced at Xiaodouding, "Next time you make a mistake, just copy it ten times by yourself. If you don't want to copy it, don't make a mistake."

  “…”

"Any reason is not a reason why I should have done something wrong. Do you understand what I mean?" Fu Zhiyan frowned, suddenly bent over to tidy up his wrinkled little clothes, and continued, "Don't think about it. You can escape punishment by looking for your grandma or your mommy to act like a spoiled child. Wrong is wrong. If you are naughty again, I will send you to the military area where Fu Xiao is. You know Fu Xiao's character, when you get to the military area, you will not be like in the military area. That's what the family lets you. If you want to be a Boy Scout, you go ahead."

   Threat!

  The threat of red fruit!

  Fu Kitten's small face was wrinkled into a bun, and his mouth was open. Just as he was about to speak, Fu Zhiyan had already seen through him and blocked his words, "It has nothing to do with loving you or not."

  "..." The enemy is too powerful, and Grandpa Mao's quotations did not say what to do against such a completely disproportionate enemy. Kitty Fu wanted to cry without tears.

  Fu Zhiyan took out a bottle of Yakult from the cabinet in the study, inserted a straw and handed it to him, "Only one bottle is allowed."

  Fu Kitten pouted and took it reluctantly.

   When he lowered his head to drink milk obediently, he didn't see that the man who had been cold and serious all the time quickly flashed a softness in his eyes.

Fu Zhiyan's tensed jaw loosened a bit, and when he finished drinking, he threw away the feeding bottle for him, wiped the corners of his mouth with milky white foam, and held his hand, "Let's go, dinner is almost ready. ."

  Fu Kitten is a child, and children are the most sensitive. He was keenly aware of Fu Zhiyan's concern for him, and he felt much better when he had been sullen.

   His smart eyes rolled, and he made up his mind to be more obedient recently, so as not to be sent by his father to the military area to be a boy scout.

  …

   Downstairs.

   Feng Yaqin and Han Xiaoye were cooking in the kitchen.

"Come down? Go wash your hands quickly, the squirrel mandarin fish will be ready soon." Feng Yaqin put a plate of delicious dishes on the dining table and raised her head, "By the way, why hasn't Xiao'er come back? Make a phone call and ask. Ask him."

   "He has something to do temporarily, so he won't be back for dinner tonight." Fu Zhiyan led Kitty Fu to wash his hands and carried him to the exclusive seat.

   "Wait, wrap this around the kitten." Feng Yaqin took out a small yellow duck saliva pocket like a belly pocket from the drawer.

   Kitten Fu immediately protested, "Grandma, the kitten won't get on the clothes, can you not be surrounded by this?"

   He didn't want Mummy to see him with a slobber pocket, it's too embarrassing!

   But grandma seems to like to let him surround this, and bought a lot of different styles. Every time it came to dinner, I would get him a new one and force him to surround him.

   Last time it was the black cat sheriff, this time it turned out to be the little yellow duck!

   "No way, Mu Ye is good."

  Xiao Xiaoyao watched as the saliva pocket wrapped around his neck, and before he had time to struggle, he saw his mother came out with a squirrel mandarin fish.

   The squirrel mandarin fish is fragrant and makes people drool.

  Fu Kitten stared at the fish on the table, and then looked down at the saliva pocket on his neck, extremely tangled. If you use a spoon to dig fish, Mummy will definitely see his humiliating appearance and destroy his image of being wise and martial in Mummy's heart. Don't dig fish, the squirrel mandarin fish made by Mommy, he wants to eat...

   Kitten Fu was tangled, and Han Xiaoye didn't know it at all. After she put down the squirrel mandarin fish that Feng Yaqin taught her to make, she saw Fu Xiaoxiao sitting on the bench surrounded by the little yellow duck. Kitten Fu was originally beautiful, and it looked like it was carved out of the same mold as Fu Zhiyan. And because he is young and not so cold, he looks pink and tender, just like the little angel in the painting. The angel is surrounded by a slobber pocket, funny and cute.

   Feng Yaqin raised the corners of her mouth, glanced at Fu Kitten, whose face was blushing with shame, and winked, "Well, I didn't lie to you, right?"

  Fu Kitten can't wait to bury his head under the table. He doesn't know what shame is at a young age, but he instinctively feels shame.

  Han Xiaoye had never seen Kitty Fu like this before, so he held back his laughter and pinched the little guy's cheek, "Good-looking! My kitten is the best looking."

The best looking!

  Fu kitten and little pot friend pricked up his ears, and immediately laughed until his teeth were lost. Not shy anymore, she said in a milky voice, "Mommy, I want to eat fish."