Get Lost, You Witch! Don’t Even Think About Letting Me Have A Baby With You Again!

The great writer surnamed Lu once said:

——No one can be happy forever.

——No matter how happy you are, it is only temporary.

Listening to the slight crying in the room, Li Qingming never expected that the beating that the little guy had finally escaped would be realized in such a way when he was caught off guard.

Okay, why are you messing with that witch like your mother-in-law?

Li Qingming felt distressed and helpless. He couldn't even push the door open, let alone talk about whether to go in or not.

The only thing that gave him some peace of mind was the so-called lesson from the witch. In fact, it was like a mosquito bite to the little guy, and even the pain was only very slight for a short moment.

Crying a lot is a child's natural tendency to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Even so, I still can’t help but feel heartbroken when I hear it.

After a while, the door opened, and the little guy who was crying and licking his tears jumped directly into Li Qingming's arms, feeling aggrieved.

"Ah, daddy..."

Li Qingming wiped away her tears and patted her back to comfort her, "My father, I will give you a good scolding next time. How dare you hit you like this! Really!"

When the little guy heard this, he cried even louder and cried mournfully: "Then remember to spank her harder, both left and right!"

Li Qingming did not dare to respond, and took a step away from the study.

If you want to say something bad, you have to say it behind Pei Zhinan's back. If you say it to his face, won't you continue to seek beatings?

Fortunately, the little guy's mood came and went quickly, and soon he was happily pestering Li Qingming to draw pictures for her.

"Aren't you sad?" Li Qingming also found it interesting. He was still crying just now, but now he is laughing happier than anyone else.

"Sad?" The little guy blinked his eyes, shook his head and said, "You're not sad. The one who was beaten was the little guy just now, and it has nothing to do with me now."

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Now it was Li Qingming's turn to be stunned. How could he still have such a train of thought?

Is my daughter really a genius?

"Daddy, daddy," Pei Zhulu suddenly lowered his voice and whispered in Li Qingming's ear: "Can you draw another picture of sister Piao Niang? I will secretly give it to her then."

After being beaten, her desire to find a new wife for Li Qingming became even stronger!

Li Qingming smacked his lips and asked, "Aren't you afraid that your mother-in-law will spank you again?"

"Why are you afraid? It will be me who will be beaten in the future, not me now,"

Pei Zhulu responded in an orderly manner, and looked at Li Qingming with confused eyes like "Dad, why don't you even understand this?"

Li Qingming felt a little itchy in his head and thought that he should establish a correct understanding for the little guy, "Then do you know what will happen if your mother-in-law finds out?"

"No, it won't be possible..." The little guy's tone suddenly weakened.

"What will happen if your mother-in-law finds out?" Li Qingming repeated.

"I will be discovered by my mother-in-law."

"..."

Pei Zhulu's eyes were wandering, and he did not dare to look directly into Li Qingming's eyes. Finally, he rolled over in his arms and rubbed his head here and there. He said with great enthusiasm: "As long as Dad is here, I'm not afraid of anything!"

Painting, must paint!

One sentence 'captured' Li Qingming's heart again, causing him to draw a portrait of Jiang Yunqing in twos and twos, and handed it to the little guy to carefully put it into his storage treasure.

This is a gift she gave to bribe the new mother-in-law, so she must keep it well.

"By the way, Dad," the satisfied Pei Zhulu remembered other things, "Can you draw another painting of Grandpa Fu and I can give it to him?"

Li Qingming paused for a moment and looked at the little guy with increasingly doting eyes. He was so close to Uncle Fu and hadn't thought of this yet, but she, the little one, was thinking about him.

After a while, the little guy holding the portrait trotted all the way to the courtyard next door, "Grandpa Fu, Grandpa Fu."

"Hey, why is Xiaoluer here?"

Uncle Fu, who was chopping wood with a rusty hatchet in the courtyard, heard this. He quickly put down the knife, wiped his hands, and then picked up the little guy running towards him.

"My father drew a painting for Grandpa Fu, and I sent it to Grandpa Fu." Pei Zhulu spread out the drawing paper as if he was offering a treasure, "Does Grandpa Fu still like it?"

"I like it, I like it!" Uncle Fu smiled with his old face like a blooming chrysanthemum.

At his age, let alone the painting painted by Li Qingming himself, even if the little guy picked up a stone from the roadside, Uncle Fu still really liked it.

"That's good, that's good," the little guy rolled his big eyes and asked tentatively: "Grandpa Fu, who are the pretty and well-behaved sisters in Jiuzhou Palace?"

She didn't come here just to find out who else was suitable to be her father's mother-in-law.

"Ah?" Although Uncle Fu couldn't figure out why the little guy would ask such a question, and just regarded it as a child's curiosity, he still answered seriously: "In terms of appearance, my young lady and Jiang Yunqing of the Jiang family should be the first. "

"Miss?" The little guy blinked curiously. She already knew Jiang Yunqing, but she was not familiar with this young lady.

Uncle Fu smiled and scratched Pei Zhulu's nose, "That's your father's master, our peak master of Ziyun Peak, Yu Baiwei."

"Abba's teacher, Master?"

Pei Zhulu's eyes suddenly brightened a few degrees. His master became his mother-in-law. That was either...

Kiss even more!

This is really, really great!