This kid has such a bad temper!

This kid is really sad.

Outside the door, the heartbroken cry of her daughter could be heard faintly. Jian Xun anxiously patted the thick oak door, "Baby, mommy is wrong, open the door."

When she turned the doorknob, it made a loud noise and could not be turned, so Tangtang locked the door.

"Tangtang, daddy is not arguing with mommy, he is just talking to her."

"Yes, honey, mommy didn't quarrel with daddy. Mommy and daddy are fine. Can you open the door? Mommy has been thinking about you all day long and can't even eat or sleep. Come out and see mommy.

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Regardless, Mom and Dad both said they love themselves and are willing to give themselves the best things in the world. But Tangtang doesn’t want delicious food, fun, delicious drinks, and those beautiful dresses, shoes and dolls. Tangtang

Tang only wants his parents and a complete family.

Even a small home is fine, just like the Cong Cong child in the class. His mother holds his hand and comes to school every morning, and his father rides a bicycle to pick him up from school every day. The clothes Cong Cong’s parents wear are old and not beautiful.

The colors are not bright either. They all look very old.

So big. But they really love Congcong. The family of three lives in a small brick house, and the bathroom is in a public toilet on the street. Congcong said that every day after school, he sits in the yard, drawing and studying under the street lamp. He will hear his mother

When you hear the sound of chopping vegetables and cooking, you will see your father doing repairs in the yard.

Mending shoes. They would use a few small benches to make a small table, and then the family of three would happily eat under the street lights. Congcong would tell his parents about the children in the kindergarten, and his mother would smile and serve him food, and his father would

Teach him how to get along with children with serious words and sincere words.

I really want to think about it, and Tangtang really wants to live like that.

Ugh... I don’t want a big house or a good car. Tangtang just wants to squeeze into a small brick house like that with her parents. Tangtang just wants to sit on the back seat of her father’s bicycle, with her little arms tightly around her father’s waist, and listen to her music when she goes home.
Chapter completed!