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Chapter 377 Why Doesn't It Pinch Your Heads?

Chapter 377 Why doesn’t it pinch your heads?

When Sun Qing went back, she didn't yell outside like before, but went directly into the house.

Five poor little ones, all crowded into a room on a hot day, guarding a row of homework books, heard the sound of the door opening, and trembled in fright.

Jiang Hai was excited: He finally caught the poisonous teacher!

When I saw who it was, I was immediately discouraged.

"Your dad asked you to answer the phone!" After Sun Qing finished speaking, he glanced at Tian Zhiming and the other two, who immediately shrank their necks in fear.

Sun Qing was intimidated for a while, her mood improved again, and she turned around and walked out.

As soon as they left, Jiang Hai was immediately discouraged.

"You thought it was Mr. Viper?" His tone was full of regret.

Tian Zhiming and the others looked at Jiang Hai with strange expressions: Brother, you accidentally told the truth, do you know?

Gao Zhuang couldn't hold back his words, so he asked rudely: "Dahai, is it possible that your stepmother is the poisonous teacher?"

Jiang Hai denied it almost without thinking: "No one can be her!"

Tian Zhiming and the others: You deserve to be bullied!

As soon as Jiang Hai left, Sun Qing went directly into the house to do some homework.

She wants to take revenge on her crabs...



On the other side, Jiang Huai once again asked questions from his soul, directly hitting his son's pain point.

"Have you eaten?"

Jiang Hai was numb and replied as if he had no soul: "Eat."

After saying that, I felt very unwilling and added: "Dad, you called me just to ask me if I had eaten?"

Jiang Huai said calmly: "I am just as good to you!"

Jiang Hai: Damn! There’s nothing wrong with his dad, right?

"Dad, if you speak carefully, we can chat a few more words."

Jiang Huai's tone became colder: "What do you want to eat?"

Jiang Hai silently read the menu: "Dad, I'm really full, you don't have to worry about me, really."

Jiang Huai: "You are not full, you are stuffed."

Jiang Hai cried with a sad face: As expected of you! Can't you do it if I don't speak?

Jiang Huai's tone was low: "You have eaten so much and you can still squeeze in a crab. How good are you at eating it!"

Jiang Hai was furious in an instant: "Dad, it's not my fault. Wang Xiangwen stepped on him to death. I didn't even move. My hand was caught by a crab."

Jiang Huai pressed the veins on his forehead back hard: "You trampled one to death, is there another one?"

Jiang Hai was silent for a moment and said dryly: "He was also trampled to death."

Jiang Huai said in a cold voice: "A crab pinches your hand, and you trample both crabs to death. You have a strong desire for revenge!"

Jiang Hai was silent again, feeling that it was not enough to explain, so he hesitated and said: "That crab is not innocent, it pinched Wang Xiangwen's finger."

Jianghuai: "..."

"Why doesn't it pinch your heads?"



In order to arrange time, Xue Ling took her son Zhang Kang out early.

I went to the tailor shop first, and after talking to Ma Aihua for a while, I went to Sun Qing's house!

When I went out, I brought a lot of good things from home, half of which I gave to Ma Aihua, and the other half of which she took to find Sun Qing.

When I passed by Xiangkui Cake Shop, I bought a lot of cakes, puddings and several packages of freshly baked snacks.

Not only were the small basket in the front and the trunk fully stuffed, but Zhang Kang was also allowed to hold several bags.

"Qing'er, are you up?" Xue Ling parked the scooter outside, took the food from Zhang Kang's hand, and then entered the house.

"Sister Ling, why are you here so early?" Wang Xiangwen hurriedly opened the door to greet her.

Xue Ling glanced at the yard in confusion: "Didn't your sister say to leave early? Where is the person?"

Wang Xiangwen scratched his head in embarrassment: "How about you guys come in and sit down first? Do you want to eat? I spread the batter?"
Chapter completed!
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