President Daddy is super strong

In the traffic.

A low-key luxury Maybach slowly driving.

The back row of the car is big and small, holding the same posture, the same high cold expression, lovely with a bit funny.

The serious driver took a sneak look through the rearview mirror and was in a panic for the father and son who were silent all the way.

What kind of concentration is needed to keep silent all the way.

He can still accept the silence of adults. A kid just in the first grade is also a young and mature style, which makes him very confused.

Just as the driver was wondering, a voice came from the back seat, "why did you suddenly change your mind and stop skipping?"

Seriously looking at the fourth grade textbooks, the little guy slowly raised him, especially looked at him seriously, "no reason."

Mo yanjue twisted his eyebrows. "Why not?"

He didn't ask a lot in front of the teacher just now. Now they are the father and the son. Do you want to play dumb with him?

He thought he would believe in such a small talk?

"Well, there's no reason. If you don't want to, you don't want to." The little guy continued to turn his eyes to the textbook and turned it carefully.

"Mo Yuchen, you'd better tell me the truth..."

"otherwise The little guy stares at him, grabs his lines.

Mo yanjue's face is black. This kid wants to be perfect, isn't he? Now he has learned to talk back to him?

"Or I will send you abroad immediately!" Mo yanjue endured his anger and tried to control the corners of his mouth.

"Mommy will never agree. You're dead." The little guy was not afraid of him at all. He picked his eyebrow at him with a relaxed expression and continued to turn over the book.

Mo Yan was too angry to speak. Did he have a son?

He's raising a ancestor!

The driver was stunned by the divine communication between the father and son.

The only person who thought he could accept the president was his wife. Now it seems that he is no lower than his wife.

This family is king.

Father and son did not talk all the way. They were all alone in front of the door. All their unhappiness was written on their faces.

Mu Qiqi and his mother saw at the same time that there was something wrong between the father and the son. What's more, the color should be on his son's white and tender face. They immediately put their son in their arms nervously and asked the East and the West.

"Son, what's the matter with your face? Did Daddy hit you? " When I was in a hurry, I dared to risk anything.

is going upstairs to make complaints about his wife's fatal Tucao, who almost died from the cold.

In her mind, he is a devil?

"He fought with his classmates at school." In order to return his innocence, Mo yanjue came back from the stairs and actively explained for himself.

"Fighting?" Muqiqi's face changed with fright. His son is always very good at home. How can he fight with his classmates?

"I'm sorry, Mommy."

Before Muqiqi asked what, the little guy took the lead in admitting his mistake. There was a little more pitiful expression on Baijing's injured face, which made people look heartbroken. What's more, he said sorry so wisely.

Muqiqi's eyes turn red in an instant, and she gently reaches out to protect the child in her arms. "Tell mommy, honey, why do you fight with your classmates?"

"I'm roaring at the injustice!" With his chin raised high, he felt very proud of what he had done.

He is very proud to be able to protect girls, especially those he appreciates.