Chapter 707
"Don't write, don't write anymore." Mao Xiaoxiao threw the brush away, and began to play with her temper like a child.

Mao Xiaoxiao seems to remember that the last time she wrote calligraphy was on the plane where she was abused, and she never mentioned a brush again
Counting it, she hasn't written for decades, or more than 100 years, right?
Now she feels that writing is completely different, and she can't stand it anymore.

However, she was not convinced after losing to a child who was less than seven years old.

"Mother, why don't I teach you again?" Mao Junyan said a little funny seeing his mother's appearance.

"Hmph." Mao Xiaoxiao glanced away, but didn't look at her son.

"..." Mao Jun said.

The helpless Mao Junyan had no choice but to pick up the brush that his mother had thrown away, then walked to the desk, and slowly wrote the three characters Mao Xiaoxiao stroke by stroke.

And when writing, also point out the places that need attention.

Although Mao Xiaoxiao was angry on the surface, when her son taught her, she still squinted and watched carefully secretly.

"..." Bei Xie.

As soon as Bei Xie arrived here, she happened to hear Mao Xiaoxiao begging for praise, so she stood up to disturb them.

Lifted a tile on the roof, and then looked at the two people in the house.

After seeing the scene in front of him, Bei Xi felt a little funny. He never thought that Mao Xiaoxiao was more like a child than his son when getting along with his son.

No wonder his son is so smart and sensible at such a young age, even more like a little adult.

Such a day was something he had never experienced or seen before.

In a big family like the royal family full of politics and power.

You have to be careful not to take a step, it is impossible to see the picture of the mother's kindness and filial piety, even if there is, it is just pretending.

It's like, the queen mother loves him, but she always looks cold in front of outsiders.

When he was a child, he didn't realize at all that the queen mother was protecting him.

When I grow up, I know.But it was too late.

But now Mao Xiaoxiao and Yan'er made him envious but also very happy, happy that these two people belonged to him.

And if there was no Mao Xiaoxiao, he should have gone to see his father, queen and queen long ago, right?
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Mao Xiaoxiao, who was watching her son's writing, couldn't help looking left and right after hearing the voice.

After not seeing any figure, Mao Xiaoxiao thought of those scenes on TV that she likes to listen to the corners of the roof, so she suddenly raised her head.

"..." Mao Xiaoxiao.

"..." Bei Xie.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and they were relatively silent.

"..." Mao Jun said.

Seeing his mother's abnormal appearance, Mao Junyan followed her mother's gaze and looked up.

I saw my father's pair of deep eyes staring at my mother.

"Mother." Maojun shouted speechlessly.

Doesn't mother feel sore neck just looking at daddy like this?

"Ah?" Mao Xiaoxiao heard her son's voice, hurriedly looked away, and then looked at her son in confusion.

"..." Mao Junyan rolled his eyes.

"Since you're here, come in!" Mao Junyan said coldly.

Before, because he taught his mother to write, he was too involved, and he didn't notice the murderous intent, so he didn't know that his father was peeking on the roof.

But now, from the moment Dad left the roof to now when he appeared at the door, he knew everything about it like the back of his hand.

"Squeak..."

Following Mao Junyan's words, there was a sound of the door opening.

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(End of this chapter)

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