Super cute baby: president daddy dragged to the sky

Yun Xiaoyuan was busy installing clothes all day. At night, the family gathered in the restaurant. His sleepy little head wanted to sleep one after another.

"Xiao Yuan, you can't be so rude."

Yun Ruoxi gently reminded him to have etiquette when eating.

His small head leaned against her arm, and his soft waxy voice had a tail, "I'm sleepy."

Fleck glanced at the listless Yun Xiaoyuan. The young master was more than sleepy. Today, he was busy buying small leather shoes, small suits and small bow ties. He tried on hundreds of suits and hundreds of pairs of small leather shoes. Even the bow ties were changed and changed, and there were white shirts. The little guy was not tired. He was also tired.

"Go to bed after dinner." Yun Ruoxi coaxed softly.

"Don't sleep. Come to my study and explain today's leave."

Ye Xiaohuan's cold magnetic voice interrupted the conversation between mother and son.

Yun Xiaoyuan muttered discontentedly, hummed, and hurriedly ate with his rice bowl in his arms.

Ye Xiaohuan's words made Yun Xiaoyuan recover a lot of spirit.

Yun Ruoxi remembered that he went home during the day. According to the time, he should have been in kindergarten at that time. Unexpectedly, the little guy asked for leave.

He asked for leave on the first day of transfer, and he didn't know who to follow.

"I didn't ask for a day off when I was at school," said Yun Ruoxi, except for illness and injury.

"I won the first place in exams and competitions."

By implication, he implied that yunruoxi's son's willfulness followed her, not him.

She didn't understand the truth that she came to bear the blame for her son's trouble.

"Excuse me, are you quarreling?" Yun Xiaoyuan raised his little face from his job discontentedly and looked at them with ignorant eyes. "Forget it. All the quarrels without divorce are show love."

He thought they were spreading dog food.

Fleck held back his smile and looked at Yun Xiaoyuan with a funny expression. His young master was really amazing.

"Yun Xiaoyuan, do you know what love is?" Yun Ruoxi rolled his eyes at him.

Ye Xiaohuan has never been a six-year-old child who dares to say anything.

Yun Xiaoyuan put down his job and chopsticks and said solemnly, "of course you know! Showing love means good feelings. My father and mother are a couple. I'm a single dog at present, so your quarrel is spreading dog food."

"Don't talk nonsense at dinner." ye Xiaohuan's voice sank, and his black eyes stared at Yun Xiaoyuan and scolded his son.

Yun Ruoxi didn't interrupt. Ye Xiaohuan taught her children that she had to stand on the same line with him. At home, one had to sing red and the other white.

Yun Xiaoyuan didn't answer back and obediently continued to eat. He could see that his father was very uncomfortable. It seemed that every time he had something to do with his mother, he would suddenly lose control of his mood.

Adults, it's tiring to love!

Yun Xiaoyuan secretly slandered.

At the end of the dinner, ye Xiaohuan took Yun Xiaoyuan away. Yun Ruoxi stood outside the study waiting for the father and son to finish their conversation. Fleck on the side said respectfully, "Miss Yun, why don't you go to the balcony to see the scenery."

She thought it would be good to be idle.

"Then please lead the way in front of housekeeper fleck!"

Said Yun Ruoxi.

Fleck took her to the end of the corridor. The maid pushed open the double doors and the night wind blew against her face. Her face was slightly cool. She couldn't understand the design of the balcony. The four columns were wrapped and showed an arched circle to show her vision of enjoying the scenery. The design style was quite bold and unique.

The atmosphere in the study was quiet. Ye Xiaohuan respected Yun Xiaoyuan for talking. At least he allowed him to sit and talk face to face and treat him completely as an adult.

Yun Xiaoyuan also enjoys fair treatment at this moment.

"I heard that some students laughed at you today for not introducing yourself in English?"

"It's just that I don't want to say." Yun Xiaoyuan held his cheek in one hand, and Xiao Jian frowned.

Ye Xiaohuan's black eyes stared at his son and asked uncertainly, "can you speak a foreign language?"