After the Rebirth, She Became Mr. Song’s Little Ancestor

The child's mother carried such a big pot, and the mood can be imagined emo (depression).

In the end, it is still up to Song George's father to comfort him.

In front of the child's father, the child's fucking grievances were magnified infinitely, and he also began to complain: "He will crawl and sit early tomorrow, just pretending to make everyone think that I am abusing the child."

"How can it be so serious." The child's father held her hand and slowly intertwined his fingers. The words he said made her feel relieved: "If the child is really disobedient, a dozen fights are fine, the child is solid, always It will not be broken, but spoiled too much, so that the children will form some bad habits."

All in all, the child's father was firmly on her side.

Tang Li's anger came and went quickly.

Who let her have a reasonable and unbiased husband.

Besides—

Song George had not been able to turn over from school before, so how could a father not be worried at all.

Therefore, she was not the only one deceived by Song George.

On this point alone, the child's father will not continue to indulge Song George.

Leaning over, he kissed the child's father: "Thank you husband for believing in me."

Such slapping horses and beards are quite useful even for His Excellency the President.

"Then how are you going to thank your husband?"

Tang Li:  …

She wanted to go back and say that she had already thanked her, but when the words came to her mouth, she understood what his father meant.

At this moment, the couple are in the study room on the second floor.

There were no light bulbs present.

This afternoon, Song Boyan was rarely free.

I was practicing calligraphy in the study.

Later, the petite wife came to complain.

Tang Li glanced at the clock on the wall, there was still an hour before dinner.

After being married for so many years, I have never tried PLAY in the study.

After all, his father is still very serious on weekdays.

However, occasional boudoir pleasures are also necessary.

Otherwise, it would be the seven-year itch.

Tang Li originally sat on Song Boyan's lap, but now he straightened up, and quickly stepped over to his husband, put his hands on the back of the leather chair, and wrapped Song Boyan between himself and the leather chair: "From now on, you It's King Anri."

This is ready to play role-playing.

Song Boyan followed his good deeds: "I am King Anli, which lady are you?"

"What lady, I don't want to be a lady."

Tang Li said, stretched his hands to the back of his neck, and tied his long hair with a rubber band between his wrists. In an instant, his oval face became a little more heroic, and then he said, "Please call me Longyang-Jun."

Song Boyan was amused by her inattentive female disguise as a man, and also said, "This kind of cross-talk is a little less interesting."

Tang Li: "?"

Song Boyan leaned over and took the brush from the inkstone.

The next moment, Tang Li felt a chill in his chin.

Next is the mouth.

Noticing the ink on the tip of the brush, she had a bad feeling in her heart.

Song Boyan put down his brush and looked at Tang Li's little face, as if he was very satisfied with his work, "The rumored little flying dragon with jade face is nothing more than that."

Tang Li: …………

Tang Li suspected that he had been tricked.

And the evidence is solid.

She didn't believe in the little jade-faced flying dragon, and turned to take Song Boyan's mobile phone on the desk.

Take a picture of the phone screen.

Sure enough, he saw his new 'long' mustache.

Take a closer look, there is no ugly appearance as imagined.

It seems... quite handsome.

He quietly put the phone back, then opened the "Dyeing Workshop", and quickly entered the role: "Since King Anli likes this, let's do it for now."

Such a half-hearted 'Longyang Jun' makes people laugh.

Song Boyan reached out and wanted to touch the back of Tang Li's head, but Tang Li avoided him: "Don't touch my hair."

"Okay, don't move."

Tang Li felt embarrassed after hearing Song Boyan's doting appeal.

Then, back to the topic: "You don't move."

Seeing that she was in high spirits, Song Boyan naturally cooperated.

only--

Tang Li saw the smile on the child's father's face, and solemnly warned: "Your attitude is frantically trying to lose me!"

His father listened, restrained his smile, and sighed: "Long Yangjun like this is too overbearing."

Tang Li: "..."

The couple who are immersed in role-playing, no one has noticed——

Outside the study door, a small figure was probing his brain.

Song Xiaohua quietly twisted the door and closed it again.

The expression on the little face was also indescribable.

Thinking of the scene she just saw, her mother tied her father's hands to the chair with the belt of her skirt, and she mourned for her father for a few seconds in her heart.

But what can be done?

She is only five years old this year.

She couldn't beat her mother at all.

Of course she knew—

Mom treats Dad like this because she's angry with herself and George.

Thinking like this, Song Xiaohua sighed with her little hands behind her back.

Dad was destined to endure too much in this family for her and George.

Although her mother is becoming more and more inhumane, she is her own mother after all. In any case, it is her mother who has her and George.

Thinking that her mother had suffered a lot for her and George for a living, what else could she do, of course, to forgive her mother.

Just wronged dad.

George Song was playing with balloons on the living room carpet with a bag on his forehead.

When he saw his sister, he snorted immediately.

At this time, Song Xiaohua was in the mood to play games with her younger brother.

She watched George Song climb so fast in pursuit of the balloon, and once again sighed with her hands behind her back—

Check it out!

Her mother deserves to be her mother!

George was so frightened that he walked fast.

That night, before Song Xiaohua went to bed, she used a marker to write a crooked life testimonial on the graffiti book her uncle gave her—

[In order not to let Didi's father become a sheep in the future, he must ask Didi for an old splash of Wen oil. Anyway, George can't be banged up like his father. 】

Song George, who accidentally exposed himself, has never enjoyed VVVip treatment in this home since that day.

When George Song was nine months old, his mother started asking him to learn to walk.

Tang Li saw George Song who was holding his underarms by his child-rearing sister-in-law, curled up with two small lotus legs and refused to land, and confiscated his lunch milk directly in front of George Song.

George Song: "..."

"Ma'am, this is not good." The child-rearing sister-in-law couldn't bear it.

How old is the child, what can he do when he is hungry.

Of course, Tang Li didn't really refuse to give milk to the child, but he used this to 'motivate' George Song, but he didn't give in on his face: "He is such an adult, it's time to quit milk."

Parenting sister-in-law: …………

"Ah!" George Song looked at her mother.

The child-raising sister-in-law was overjoyed: "Madam, Master George called you!"

Said, pointing to Tang Li, while teaching the child: "Mom, Mom! This is Mom, Mom!"

George Song continued: "Ben!"

"It's not bang, it's mom—mum—"

George Song: "Ben (stupid), Da (egg)!"

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ps: Tang Xiaoli's beard is painted, you can refer to Cecilia Cheung's shape in "The Mouse Falls in Love with the Cat".