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   He wanted to be with Mommy all the time.

   Kitty Fu's abacus clacked, completely ignoring his own father's dark face.

   "Fu Muye, how old are you now?"

   "Four years old." In order to be with Mommy earlier, little Fu Xiaoxiao could not wait to wake up and become an adult. So without thinking about it, I added a sentence, "Five years old."

   Fu Zhiyan's deep eyes narrowed, his face cold, "So you know that you are only four years old."

"……"What's the meaning? Fu Kitten instinctively felt that it was going to be miserable, and stood a little uneasy.

  Fu Zhiyan turned around and took out the thick dictionary he had taken out from the bookshelf before, flipped to a complicated word, and held it in front of the little guy, "Did you see the word 阏?"

   Kitten Fu looked at it for a long time and saw the black squared word. My heart skipped a beat, but I didn't have time to refuse. Then I heard my father's ruthless voice, "Copy it 30 times."

   "When you finish copying, when do you go to bed."

"and."

  Fu Xiaoyao's heart was broken. Hearing two more words, he couldn't help but raised his head and looked up at him.

  Fu Zhiyan was condescending, not at all moved by his poor feigned appearance, "I have to go to school tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and there is no reason to skip school, is that clear?"

   means not taking him on a business trip with them. Fu Kitten pouted, and his head was already thinking about countermeasures. He just had a flash of inspiration, and Fu Zhiyan seemed to see through him, and added, "It's useless to be sick."

"You...you know that you dislike me and bully me!" All the roads were blocked by his own father, and Fu Kitten was really sad, "You don't like me and Mummy together, you can't see me and Mummy. Good. You're stingy Bara, you're insidious."

Fu Zhiyan frowned fiercely, and took the eyes of the shouting little guy with extreme seriousness, "Fu Muye, I'll say it again. You remember clearly, you are only 4 years old now. I don't ask you to be 4 years old. Just like other children, but you at least give me a little restraint."

   "I'm not restraining, you obviously have a low EQ, and you ask your son to have the same low EQ as you." The high EQ blames him, he's not born with it.

   Again, what happened to the four-year-old? At the age of four, he is proficient in ten languages. He's already weak, okay?

   "40 times." Fu Zhiyan laughed angrily.

   Kitten Fu was anxious, "I can't even write that word, it's so complicated, I can't write it all over again."

   "50 times."

   "..." Kitty Fu didn't dare to talk back.

   He knew that Fu Zhiyan generally didn't get angry, and once he got angry, no one in the family could save him. If Fu Zhiyan said it 50 times, he had to write it 50 times if he really broke his hand. So Fu Xiaoyao felt aggrieved, depressed, and angry just like the cat scratched, but he didn't dare to say a word.

   Finally suppressed the little guy's rebellious arrogance, Fu Zhiyan rubbed the bridge of his nose, stuffed the dictionary into his arms, pointed to the small table and stool not far away, "Start writing now, I'll watch you write."

  Fu Xiaoyao pouted, hugged the dictionary, sat down on the small bench in anger and dared not speak, and wrote stroke by stroke. He was still angry, and his writing was heavy. The vent seemed to puncture the tissue paper. Fu Zhiyan leaned calmly on the edge of the desk, watching him puncture the paper, without blinking, "Everything written badly doesn't count."

   "By..." I swallowed the two words.

   Kitten Fu was full of anger, forced himself to calm down, and continued to write with his cheeks puffed up. This time he didn't dare to lose his temper, so he endured his temper and wrote it seriously. After writing a few times, his bulging cheeks involuntarily relaxed and he began to write seriously.

  Fu Zhiyan kept watching him, watching him calm down, his serious outline softened.

  Han Xiaoye saw the interaction between the two clearly from outside the door, and went downstairs lightly, washed a bunch of grapes in the kitchen, and put them in a bowl. After calculating the time, I went up to the bowl.

   "Kitten, little uncle, do you want to eat grapes?"

   Kitten Fu was about to finish writing, and when he heard the grapes, he quickly painted the remaining words, and immediately bounced up, with a milky voice grabbing the bowl, "I want to eat."

  Han Xiaoye squatted down, he immediately held the bowl of grapes in his arms, picked up the first grape, and did not feed it into his mouth. Instead, he stood on tiptoe and fed Han Xiaoye's mouth, "Mummy, eat."

  Han Xiaoye smiled with his teeth out of sight, lowered his head and bit his fingers holding the grapes, and bit his teeth lightly.

   The always thick-skinned Kitty Fu was actually shy, the tips of his ears were red, and he stammered, "Mom, Mommy."

  Han Xiaoye released his fingers, pinched his little face, and said with a smile, "My little kitten is so cute."

  Boom——

   This time, Kitty Fu not only had the tips of his ears red, but even his face couldn't help turning red, all the way to his neck. Fu Zhiyan watched him grow up, and it was a **** and urine. He had never seen Kitty Fu look like this. Usually in front of him, Kitty Fu was either a weird elf or just showing his teeth and claws. Suddenly seeing the side of such a child, he actually felt a kind of heart block in his chest.

Fu Kitten didn't care if his father was depressed at all, raised his little face, looked at Han Xiaoye in a cute voice, and said in a milky voice, "Mommy is also very beautiful. Only a kitten can grow cute when a mommy is beautiful. "

   He clearly carved it out with Fu Zhiyan, and sweetly put all the credit for his genes on his mommy.

   I didn't take my father seriously at all, as if my father's genes were holding him back.

  Han Xiaoye was overwhelmed by the smile in his sweet eyes, so he took the initiative to ask, "Will that beautiful mommy sleep with the kitten tonight?"

  Fu Kitten Grape couldn't care less, hugged her waist, "Okay!"

   When he was rejoicing, the back collar was torn apart. Fu Kitten struggled with claws and claws, but what strength can a 4-year-old child have. In the blink of an eye, he was ruthlessly pulled away from his mother's arms, and he was pulled away by a distance of two meters.

  Fu Zhiyan was expressionless, "You can't sleep with your mother tonight."

   "Why?!" Kitty Fu quit!

  Fu Zhiyan glanced at him, thin lips ruthlessly, "You are 4 years old, not a child anymore."

   Half an hour ago, he seriously emphasized that Kitty Fu was only 4 years old, and asked him to do what a child should do. However, after half an hour, he changed his tone. Little Fu Kitten didn't expect that his father would be so two-faced, so he was stunned and missed the best chance to fight back.

   "Also, you like to move around when you sleep. Your mommy is pregnant. What if you kick your mommy's stomach?"

   "Kitten won't."

   "You know what when you're asleep."

   "I won't, the big deal is that I won't sleep." Fu Kitten got angry.

  Fu Zhiyan didn't give in at all, "If I say no, I can't."

   "Daddy is stingy!" Fu Xiaoyao couldn't compete with him, his depressed eyes were red. Picking up the grapes that Han Xiaoye washed, he said, "I won't give it to you," and ran away quickly.