As soon as Ouyang Mo'er enters the room, he shouts angrily to vent his depression.

If it's not for the sake of the damned overall situation, there are not enough women like Ling Xiameng to clean up.

"Boss." She appeared like a ghost, thinking that something had happened to her.

Ouyang Mo'er waved his hand: "I'm ok, go down!"

"Yes." God, just like his appearance, disappeared in an instant.

And this is the magic of the phantom occult art, in addition to the four shadows, no one learned.

She changed her skirt and threw it directly into the garbage can. As she said, she just wanted to change it.

As for the unfinished dinner, she doesn't plan to go on, no matter what they think? Anyway, she's just not happy to wait.

Looking at the time, nine o'clock in the evening, that is, two o'clock in S City, so after thinking about it, I dialed the group number very well.

"Hello! Mommy There, soon came a soft voice, let Ouyang Mo'er whole human spirit shock, give her the source of happiness.

"Did you listen to your aunt?" Ouyang Mo'er asked in a gentle tone, belonging to the type of missing and disturbing.

There, a moment of silence, after a long time, just whispered: "I fight with Ming Yao."

"Why?" Ouyang Mo'er's eyebrows frowned lightly. Although these children were noisy, they never had a fight.

"He broke my painting." Little guy's voice, listen to special grievance.

"What painting makes you so sad." Ouyang Mo son some of curiosity, eyebrow, also lock more tightly.

"Father's appearance, the teacher said to hand in tomorrow." Ouyang haoqian said this in a special low voice, probably afraid that Mommy would be embarrassed.

Ouyang Mo'er's expression, for it of a Leng.

What's dad like?

Can he draw? In his eyes, what kind of Daddy would he like?

"Mommy, are you angry?" Did not hear her response, Ouyang haoqian uneasily asked a sentence.

"No, Mommy just feels sorry." Ouyang Mo'er laughs, thinking whether he is selfish or not. He only cares about his mood and forgets his needs.

"My aunt has already punished Ming Yao and asked him to apologize to me, so I'm really OK." Little people, although occasionally a little noisy, but still a very intimate little warm man.

"And you? Have you apologized to Ming Yao? " Ouyang Mo'er took the opportunity to teach, after all, he also made a mistake.

"Yes, my aunt said. It's his fault that Ming Yao broke my painting, but I hit someone. It's my fault. Mommy, is that so?" Ouyang haoqian suspiciously asked, it must be some of the understanding.

Ouyang Mo'er knows that Xia Xinfei is an impartial person who knows how to educate children.

"Well! My aunt is quite right. You two are both wrong, so we should apologize to each other, shake hands and make peace. Don't make any personal feelings. Do you hear me? " Over the years, Xia Xinfei has been relieved to give her children to her.

"Yes, I'll be good." Little guy's mood, instant joy is not small, it seems that after Ouyang Mo'er's enlightenment, he wants to understand something.

For this question, Ouyang haoqian seems not to agree, so, after a long struggle, he timidly asked: "can I go outside to get it?"