What he did was make complaints about the small meat dumplings. "I don't love school, where the children are so childish, even what binary is not clear."

I nodded absentmindedly, but I took a cold breath from the bottom of my heart. This little guy doesn't know how to take care of himself, and he is so advanced in computer professional knowledge research.

In fact, little cute, I can't understand what you said about binary and constructor!

Worried about IQ being trampled on the ground and tied with a bow tie, I quickly pushed him out, "come on, don't be late!"

As a result, as soon as I got to the door, I ran into Fu Shenyan who was ready to go out to work.

Four eyes opposite, I Leng in situ, the atmosphere a little embarrassed.

"Francis!" Zhi'an was in a good mood. He ran directly to Fu Shenyan and made a circle. "Aunt Shen changed it for me!"

"Well." Fu Shenyan didn't refute the title. He answered faintly. He looked up at me and said, "today is Sunday."

"Oh." I'm still angry about what happened in the morning, and I don't say, "so?"

"So I don't have to go to school today."

"..." I have a black line on my face. I have no choice but to look at little routuan Zi and express the embarrassment of being pit with my aggrieved eyes.

But Zhian didn't understand me. He thought I was making faces on purpose. He winked at me with a smile, "Hey, hey ~"

Secretly in the heart help forehead, this kind of hematemesis taste, later probably also often experience.

"By the way," I suddenly thought of my appointment with morphelin, and I simply pulled the subject aside. "I'm going out later."

Fu Shenyan asked, "where to go?"

"It's my private business." I think he misunderstood. This is a notice, not a request.

Fu Shenyan dropped his eyes and thought for a while. Looking at his front, he said slowly, "I'm going to the next city in the afternoon. You have to stay with him. It's my right to be familiar with your itinerary."

"Can I take it with me?" I didn't expect that Fu Shenyan would allow his own son to travel alone with a woman he didn't know for a month.

Or even he couldn't tell whether I was Shen Shu or a double?

Fu Shenyan smelled that there was a trace of impatience in his eyes, and his tone was angry. "You're not going to take it with you. Are you going to leave him alone?"

"I didn't mean that..." I quickly explained, "you know, meet Philip."

"I'll get the driver and the car ready." Fu Shenyan finished and went downstairs.

Zhian doesn't know when he found a microcomputer. Now he's shooting himself with the camera on.

Is she so narcissistic“ How are you

"Well?" Continue to look for the camera angle, from my point of view, even a little handsome.

I smile, half squat in front of him, seriously asked, "your father said, today aunt can take you to play, Gao not happy?"

"Really?" Little meatball immediately brightened in front of his eyes, "yes! You can go out with aunt Shen! "

He reached over his head and rubbed it, but Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the microblog on the screen.

So he reached for it, and the little meatball didn't hide. He turned the screen to let me see it.

This is Murong Zhian's own registered account, and the top microblog is just the selfie.

There is only one simple sentence in the accompanying text: "don't read, Ann."

Even if there is no more explanation, I can see at a glance that this is for the late "Shen Shu".

As like as two peas, the collocation of the ten pieces of micro-blog is identical.