That night, Su Mo took Xiao Chengzi back to his room for the same reason. Xiao Chengzi tried to resist. Su Mo looked at his small body with contempt, and said with a deep smile in his deep voice, "Wait a minute.
When did you become stronger than me? Come on, resist me again!"
The Su family speaks with ability, and he has to understand this from a young age. Whether fighting or outsmarting, it all depends on his own ability.
Seeing her father walk out triumphantly, Little Chengzi stared at his tall back intently, her little eyes narrowed slightly.
Su Mo tried his best to drive away the shining light bulb, and the couple came into close contact again. Su Mo was excited to start his feast, but Jin Sisi was worried about her son.
"Little Chengzi has never slept alone. I don't know if he can adapt to it tonight."
Su Mo slapped her face back with his big palm, and stared at her face with his black eyes, "Isn't this all the fault of a loving mother like you? How can you still sleep with him for the rest of his life? He has to.
Get used to it! I am the one who will sleep with you for the rest of your life!"
By the end, Su Mo himself felt depressed.
Little Chengzi hugged her soft and fragrant body to sleep every day, while he could only hold a big pillow, but Jinsisi was so heartless that she kicked him out of bed many times for Little Chengzi.
Jin Sisi listened to his complaining voice and chuckled.
"Su Mo, can you be more childish?"
From the time he had this vinegar until now, he has been able to brew it himself into a ten thousand-year-old vinegar. How long will he have to drink it?
"Can!"
Unexpectedly, Su Mo replied categorically, and then, his waist sank, he directly broke through the zero distance, and made a negative distance contact. The golden thread couldn't touch the defense, and he gasped. He wanted to say something, but he was already blocked.
Su Mo was brought into that soul-crushing sinking state.
Here, Su Mo is clearing the clouds, but Xiao Chengzi is extremely depressed. He is forced to be separated from his mother for such a long time every day. No matter how coquettish and crying, his mother seems to be confused and determined by her own father.
Little Chengzi gradually understood that crying no longer worked. Crying used to be his last resort, but now his father has suppressed it. If he wants to get his mother back, he must find another way.
Little Chengzi was as glum as ever, and his fat girl deskmate, who was always lively, cheerful and full of motivation, was also unusually quiet today because she was immersed in writing.
Of course, she said it was writing, but in fact, she was just scribbling on paper to express her inner thoughts.
Little Chengzi took a sneak peek.
A very simple painting: a little fat girl is drawn on the left, which probably represents herself, a big heart is drawn in the middle, and then a tall, thin boy is drawn on the right.
From Xiao Chengzi's visual inspection, he was the tallest and skinniest boy in their class, but that... horrible face was definitely not his.
So he asked without politeness, "Fat girl, who did you draw?"
Little Chengzi has never talked to anyone since she was in kindergarten. The little fat girl was a little surprised, but then her cheeks turned red and she covered the paper on the table with both hands, "Why do you peek at other people's love letters?
"
love letter???
A quite fresh word popped up in Xiao Chengzi's head. He blinked and continued to ask: "What is a love letter?"