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Chapter 1958 Lie Yanzhang: Wrong way of education

Chapter 1958 Lie Yan: Wrong way of education
Tangtang nodded like pounding garlic.

Di Liuliu's big eyes looked at the aunt who delivered the food in surprise, as if asking, how do you know Bai Mosi's father.

"I, I know your father Bai Mosi. Your father misses you very much. Do you want to see your father?" asked the auntie sending vegetables.

Tangtang hesitated for a long time.

My parents said, I can't go out casually.

She shook her head, the aunt who delivered the food was obviously a little nervous and anxious, just when she was about to say something more, the person from the kitchen came out and gave her silver taels: "See if it's right, don't forget to take the fresh food the day after tomorrow. Bring the fish, the suzerain personally ordered it."

"Okay, then I'm leaving." The food delivery lady couldn't talk to Tangtang anymore, she would become suspicious, so she pushed the empty vegetable cart and left the house.

After Tangtang ate a small meatball in the kitchen and returned to the room, Murong Yan had already woken up and was making small shoes and clothes for the child in her belly.

"Where did Tangtang go? Mother remembers that you came to see mother just now, right?" During this pregnancy, Murong Yan was somewhat forgetful, lethargic, and confused.

Tangtang nodded, and rushed over to hug Murong Yan's leg.

"Are you eating meatballs again?" Murong Yan put down her little clothes and sniffed Tangtang's little mouth.

She nodded.

"Tangtang, you've been eating small meatballs for seven or eight days in a row, and you've been eating sugar man for three days in a row. Do you still want your teeth? Do you still want your stomach?" Murong Yan pretended to be serious and said: "Forgot Did you have a stomachache the night before?"

Sensitive Xiao Tangtang suddenly remembered what the aunt who delivered the food had said. Although she couldn't speak, she had a very positive idea in her heart.

Mother always scolded her these days and didn't play with her. Now she is making clothes for her little brother. Mother has never made clothes for her. She is so sad. It seems that Mother really doesn't like her anymore. It must be because of her I can't speak, so my mother despises me.

Tangtang pouted and ran back to the room, locked herself up and began to draw.

When she is unhappy, she likes to draw.

Murong Yan looked at Tangtang who was playing tricks and let out a deep sigh.

When Dugulie came in with the bird's nest porridge, he saw Murong Yan's frowning face. He stepped forward, put the bird's nest aside, and asked with concern: "Yan'er, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No." Murong Yan also lost interest in sewing clothes. She leaned against Dugu Lie's arms and thought for a while, raised her head, bit his chin, and asked, "Dugu Lie, tell me, am I right about Tangtang?" Is the education method wrong?"

"Why did you say that all of a sudden?" Dugu Lie narrowed his eagle eyes and asked.

"Ever since Tangtang couldn't speak, we pampered her, doted on her, let her do almost everything, what she said and what, so that now I take care of her, she will feel very wronged, as if I committed a crime. It’s like making a big mistake.” Murong Yan began to reflect on her mistakes and attitude.

Dugulie pondered for a moment: "Tangtang is too sensitive, and we can't communicate with her, so we don't know what she's thinking."

"But Tangtang doesn't care, she has too much temper, especially recently, she is too delicate like a young lady, she was not of this temperament before." Murong Yan fell into deep distress.

Dugulie hugged her and patted her on the back: "This way, we can communicate with her properly after Tangtang can speak, eh?"

"Tangtang has taken medicine for so long and it still doesn't work. I'm a little desperate." Murong Yan lay on his strong shoulders, shedding the fatigue.

(End of this chapter)

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