Ye Qingqing came out to close the courtyard and saw the strong back of the family of three. She couldn't help but shake her head. The family had too bad eating habits. She was like eating poison every day, and she was too ignorant.

"Brother, you still have a way."

Ye Qingqing locked the courtyard gate, and after returning to the room, he smiled at Lu Mo. Lu Mo raised the corners of his lips slightly, his eyes darkened, and he patted the pig's head gently, "Wash and go to bed by yourself."

The little pig looked at the castle that had not been built and begged, "Dad, let's take a while, it'll be fine soon."

"Tomorrow continues, it's time." Lu Mo's tone was unconventionable. He had important things to do at night and had no time to play with the building blocks with the little kid.

The pig looked up at the wall clock and shouted unhappily: "Dad, it's only 8:25 now, and it's still five minutes away from sleeping time."

After thinking about it, he added: "Mom always asked me to go to bed on time at 8:30."

Sometimes when he acts spoiled, his mother and grandma will extend it for a few minutes. It is very elastic, unlike his father who always comes in advance and has no energy at all.

"Eight at half past the time is bedtime, and five minutes is your washing time. Now there are only four minutes left. If you don't go to wash, just be a little stinky pig!" Lu Mo threatened.

The brat actually dared to bargain with him!

The pig felt my son's fierce murderous aura, and couldn't help but shrink her neck and went to wash up honestly. When passing by Ye Qingqing, her little eyes were pitiful. Ye Qingqing had to pretend that she didn't see it. Lu Mo was the head of the family. When she taught her son a lesson, she could not refute it in person, and she had to maintain his authority as my son.

But it doesn't mean she agrees. Why do you have to let the pig play for a few more minutes five minutes in advance? What's the important thing to do in the evening?

Ye Qingqing had no hope of asking for help. Xiaozhu completely gave up. With a frustrated face, he obediently returned to his room. The little guy had his own separate room, and the bathroom was all available. Soon Xiaozhu washed up and went to bed. He obediently covered himself with a quilt, but his eyes were wide open.

Soon, Ye Qingqing entered the house, tucked the quilt for Xiaozhu, and kissed him on his forehead, "Good night baby, have a good dream!"

"Good night, mom!"

The pig closed his eyes with satisfaction, raised the corners of his lips, and soon his breathing became longer and he fell asleep.

Ye Qingqing couldn't help but kiss a few more times. No matter how much he kissed, he couldn't kiss enough. Lu Mo came in, hugged Ye Qingqing, and said dissatisfiedly: "If you kiss again, you will wake up the piglet."

Since he had a son, this girl's eyes have not only looked at him, but also spent more time looking at her son. Although he also liked to look at her son, he still didn't want Ye Qingqing to pay too much attention to her son, and he felt very upset.

When the little guy was eighteen years old, he would go to the army to train and make contributions to the country so that he would not always bother his wife.

"No, no matter how I kiss you, it's okay."

Ye Qingqing kissed her son again and again on the face of her son, and the pig smiled slightly, as if she had a beautiful dream. Lu Mo's eyes became deeper, and he hugged Ye Qingqing and whispered in her ear: "It's time to sleep."

"What are you going to bed so early? I still have to watch TV..."

Ye Qingqing muttered subconsciously, but as soon as Lu Mo looked at her hot eyes, her face turned red immediately, and she looked angry and her face was hot.

No wonder I asked my son to go to bed in a hurry and said that he wanted to do something important, but it turned out that he was thinking about this, a stinky hooligan!
Chapter completed!