The Only Love: Rebirth of National Goddess

Seeing that his mother didn't speak, he waited quietly for a while. Finally, he couldn't hold back and said, "Mom."

After the content, ye Zhi did not read, but chose to close the diary, handed it to the hands of the small steamed stuffed bun, said to him: "baby, this is my father's little secret, you will father's secret also hidden in the original place good."

Jing MuQing nodded, went out for a while, picked up his drawing board and came in, saying that he wanted to learn to draw.

Ye Zhi took away his drawing board, found a smaller Notepad, and said to baozi, "baby, is it OK for mom to teach you how to write a diary today? You can write a sentence or many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many

"In this way, when you open the book, you will have a complete memory."

Xiaobaozi sat on Yezhi's leg and nodded his head, but now he still has many words that he can't write. He just said to Yezhi, "the mother helps the baby write."

"What do you write?"

"Today, I found my father's secret hiding place. I also want to have a secret hiding place. Building blocks are not fun. When my grandfather comes, I'll ask him to buy me new toys. "

The small steamed stuffed bun looks very cute.

Ye Zhi helped him to write down and gave him the book and pen.

Jing MuQing, with two things, ran out of the room, turned back and said, "Ma Ma, don't peek."

Ye Zhi nodded to him. After a while, the steamed stuffed buns came in with a disheartened face. They rubbed Ye Zhi hard and said, "Ma Ma, I've hidden it. Now teach me to draw a father."

How about a picture? This is too much for ye Zhi's hand, isn't it?

Like a child, she found a side face of Jing Chen from her mobile phone, drew the outline of her hair, and perfunctorily asked xiaobaozi to follow the painting.

Xiaobaozi pursed his lips and sat down to draw. When Jingchen came home in the evening, he saw that he was showing his drawing board to himself. He commented: "the little monster draws well."

Jing MuQing curled her mouth and said, "Dad, this is what my mother taught me. It's a drawing of dad."

Jing Chen

Ye Zhi

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When Jing Chen thought of his diary, he went to the place where he had hidden things and looked through it, intending to quickly dispose of it.

Who has not two of the time, but others are through puberty performance, and he is with the help of words, a few words to vent out.

In fact, he can't remember what he wrote?

He is too laggy to read the book in his original diary, and to read it, except for the first page, is all about the dog's climbing words.

Smelly boy hides things. Why should he put them with his own things.

The more Jing Chen thinks about it, the more angry he gets. However, he thinks that his son can't understand it, so he doesn't think much about it.

He turned to the last page. The date on it was three months ago, which is what xiaobaozi wrote.

"It was fine on April 21, 2014

I don't understand why my father is not happy when he sees me. I also want to be a happy person like my mother.

Qinqin told me that when she played with herself, she would be very happy, because she didn't feel lonely.

Then I also want my father to be accompanied by me and my mother. I will never be lonely and happy every day. "