The male god of fast wear is not human

Chapter 229 Call Your Parents Tomorrow (36)

School starts for one month in September.

In a blink of an eye, Golden Week is here.

Now Yinyang Temple has grown a group of outstanding little Taoist priests,

Able to be independently responsible for dojo rituals.

As the number of such persons gradually increased,

Kuang Chitose's level of boss,

then retreated to the second line,
Idle in the Taoist temple and be a mascot.

To the little Taoist priests struggling on the starting line every day,

Giving lectures, instructing exercises,

It's okay to take a hand with Taoist official account,
Under the guise of replying to comments,
Chat freely with young believers.

Live a chic and comfortable life.

Maybe it's so comfortable,

God can't see it,

Arranged a little...surprise for her.

Little Bald is on vacation,
Tell the abbot,

I want to live in my father's house at the foot of the mountain,
tell my father,

Thinking that the abbot and senior brother are going up the mountain,
then,

hide from both ends,
Came to Yinyang Temple secretly.

Kuang Chitose misses his family and takes care of him,
But looking at my son whom I haven't seen for a long time,
Unhappy face,
Still a little angry,

Did not go down.

……

Qi Mingguang, who was upgraded to a primary school student,
After recognizing the father,
The focus of life has shifted a little.

seven days a week,

One, two, three, four still live in Guangming Temple,

On five or six days, I went down the mountain to live with my grandfather and father.

of course,

If it is an even-numbered day or a weekend,
So I went to the Taoist temple to find my mother.

For the convenience of going to and from school,

Grandpa Yan Luowang,
Bought a suite next to the school for my precious grandson.

Ordinary children can walk for up to 5 minutes,

The little bald head is enough to run back and forth.

But grandpa's soul belongs to the wind,

Free and undisciplined, without a fixed place,

So I often skip work and skip home, and I can't take care of my grandson.

Everyday, the little guy is still in charge of his father.

Kuang Qiansui met Xiao Yan,
Most earnest, most enlightened,
No one is the most responsible father.

Even though we live very close,

Even with life assistants and family nanny,

But he still insisted on doing it,

get up early every day,

Make a nutritious, good-looking and delicious breakfast.

personally sent the little bald head to the school gate,

Pick up in person at night, never late.

Take as much time as possible at noon,
If not, an assistant will be assigned to take charge.
And made a video call to the little bald head to explain and apologize.

Father and son time at night,
Either at work or at home.

Anyway, eat together,
Doing homework together in the study,

chat and play games,
Finally take a bath together, read the Buddhist scriptures before going to bed,
A goodnight kiss to end the day.

And with such a,
The almost perfect father sets an example,

On the little bald head,
There have also been many changes.

Because I like it, I worship it.

Because of worship, so imitate learning.

First day of school,
The teacher asked everyone to introduce themselves on stage.

When it comes to dreams,
The little bald head announced proactively and proudly,
his dream,

To be a good man like my father.

Xiao Yanwang was present at the time,
The scene was recorded on a mobile phone.

Send it to Kuang Chisui on WeChat,

Stimulate her...envy and jealousy,
Pull black on the spot.

Think at the beginning,
Kindergarten little bald head,
My dream is to be a master of both Buddhism and Taoism.

Since having a father,

The status of the abbot and his brothers in their hearts,

linear decrease,

Even the mother-in-law was tied for first place.

Such a little bald head,

Suddenly one day I learned to lie,

To lie to the father he admired most and the abbot he respected the most.

Kuang Chitose is confused...

It's not that her little bald head,

It's a once in a hundred years,
Is it a Buddhist genius who is rare in a thousand years?

Buddhist scriptures have been read into the dog's belly?
How dare you lie!
This is only five years old,

Just... useless number?

Fang Zhongyong is not so fast!
"Mom, do you love Xiaoguang?"

The little bald head suddenly asked seriously.

Kuang Chitose's expression froze,
Could it be that Xiao Yanwang was carrying her behind his back,
What wrong ideas have been instilled in the little bald head?

"Love, mother loves the little bald head the most."

The little bald bit his lip,
Eyes heavy and tangled,
Hesitate again and again,

"Then can mother love dad a second time?"

Kuang Chitose: ...

and many more,

Xiao Yanwang, come out for me!

What the hell did you say to my son!
(End of this chapter)