Picked Up A Small Cannon Fodder

The old father successfully blocked the little baby's mouth with a trick of Tai Chi, and the little horn sat in the back incompetent and furious, "I hate adults."

Adults always bully children!

The little baby decided to ignore his father for a day. I graduated from kindergarten, and going to elementary school is also a concern for everyone.

The schools of Little Horn are divided into different regions. Feng Tingyun has already inquired about it. Little baby can go to a primary school attached to a middle school. Jiang Fang’s application for the high school entrance examination is No. 1 high school. According to Jiang Fang’s evaluation score, it is no problem to be admitted to the previous high school.

Jiang Fang can take care of the little speaker in school, which makes everyone feel at ease.

Feng Hao sighed silently, Wei Xue only thought it was funny, "What's wrong?"

The eldest son has now graduated from elementary school and is about to enter the gate of junior high school, but Feng Hao is obviously not satisfied with this, "I can also skip to the first high school."

Feng Hao can be said to be a little prodigy from the family. Now the high school courses are not a problem. If he wants to take the college entrance examination directly, he can get a good score. But he is different from Jiang Fang. Jiang Fang is capable but doesn't want to skip a level. He wants to go through the things that should be experienced at each stage step by step. But Feng Hao wanted to skip these earlier, but the teacher's advice was that although Feng Hao could easily master all the courses, it was not recommended to skip grades. It is not easy for children to integrate into a collective environment that is not the same age group as themselves.

So the family decided to dismiss Feng Hao's idea of ​​skipping a grade and let him go to junior high school steadily.

Speaking of which, Feng Hao was still a little depressed. If he could skip the grade, he would be able to go to No. 1 Middle School and then go to school with his younger brother. He is now in junior high school. Although he has learned his lesson and chose to go to school, he is far inferior to Jiang Fang's ability to go in and out with his brother in the future.

Feng Hao was envious, he became a lemon sour.

After graduating, Little Speaker has nothing to do at home, both parents have to work, and Aunt Zhang has to do housework. The happiest thing is probably that there is no homework this graduation holiday, so they can all rest.

Little Horn plays wildly with Duck in the garden every day. Duck has awakened his pure blood, and now he can chew on the sofa and make holes. Feng Tingyun can find new surprises at home every day, but he can't beat or scold him. It will often drag your IQ to the same level, and then use a wealth of brain damage experience to defeat you.

So Feng Tingyun basically opened one eye and closed one eye. His latest shoe was scrapped super fast. Especially slippers, they often disappear. In the end, the body of the slippers will appear in the kennel of ducks and ducks, and usually only half of them are left.

When Feng Tingyun went home today, his first reaction was to look for slippers. What was unexpected was that his slippers were actually good today.

He looked at Feng Hao and asked his inner doubts, "Duck Ya is not naughty today?"

Feng Hao put down the book in his hand, "No, it is playing with his brother in the garden."

Feng Hao stood up and stretched. He has been reading long enough, and it's time to get up and move around. Feng Hao was about to sneak into the garden to stroll around, "I'll help you see what your brother is doing."

Feng Tingyun didn't reveal him, it was obvious that he wanted to go to play with his younger brother.

As the saying goes, the child must be bewitching quietly.

Little Horn and Duck had been in the garden for more than half an hour, and Feng Hao's eyes went dark when he walked over. It rained just yesterday, and today the garden is still full of mud. Duck and Duck's dog paws were muddy, and the little horn directly knelt on the ground. His face is also muddy.

He recently saw how his mother was making a facial mask. What kind of volcanic mud can make his face pale. Little Horn thinks that he can make a trumpet brand garden mud. Maybe the effect is not worse than mother's volcanic mud.

The little horn said it was dry, and he spread the moist soil on his face. This is a pure natural dog worker's digging, manual application, without any additives, safe and harmless.

The soil was cool, and the little trumpet slapped it a few times like a mother.

Feng Hao was stunned at the same place, the heavens and humans in his brain were fighting, past? But to go?

Or call Dad to come.

There was no need for Feng Hao to shout, Feng Tingyun had already walked over by himself. Seeing Feng Tingyun's behavior in the scene before him was exactly the same as Feng Hao, he rubbed his eyes and looked at his elder son, "Tell Dad that this is all fake. Dad is now dizzy and old-eyed."

Feng Hao slowly said something more terrifying, "You'd better wash your brother clean before your mother comes back, or your brother will bloom."

More than that, Feng Tingyun suspected that his head might bloom.

He picked up the small horn and walked up without a word. The small horn was clamped sideways and Chubby's hand was stroking his mud mask, "Dad, what are you doing!"

Feng Tingyun looked at his son and wanted to take a breath of oxygen, "Save your dog's life."

Not only the small horns, but the ducks were also taken upstairs. Aunt Zhang was still busy in the kitchen and didn't notice anything here. The father and son breathed a sigh of relief. Aunt Zhang would definitely tell her mother if she knew. Feng Hao stood by his father, covering his father upstairs.

Feng Tingyun turned his head back in a sneaky manner, "Hurry up and wipe the ground clean, and don't leave evidence."

There were black plum prints of ducks and ducks on the ground, and Feng Hao immediately went to find the mop.

Feng Tingyun put one person and one dog in the bathroom stripped naked, and the little horn shyly covered his little bird and called his father weakly. He looked at his dirty clothes and his eyes were dark and almost dizzy. In the past, before his wife came back, he had to wash not only the children and dogs, but also the clothes.

This is really a big project, and Feng Tingyun is in a hurry.

Put water in the bathtub first, but problems arose after a while. The door was closed well, with one person and one dog under cover. Little Horn and Dad distracted from speaking, Duck Duck stood up and opened the door with his paws. Then one person and one dog rushed out while the old father was unprepared, spreading a clay mask on the bare buttocks of the little horn face at home.

He clattered from one end to the other, and Aunt Zhang walked out of the kitchen to tidy up on the sofa. Feng Hao looked at the bare-ass small speaker and his breathing was stagnant, so that his aunt could not see it.

He suddenly blocked his aunt's sight, and then sent her back the same way. Aunt Zhang, who returned to the kitchen, looked dazed, "I want to clean up the sofa."

"I'll do this little thing." Feng Hao blocked the kitchen door and refused to give in.

The old father finally caught the little horn, but the dog hasn't caught it yet.

Aunt Zhang was taken aback for a moment and then smiled, "Okay, then you clean up the sofa and I will sweep the floor with a broom."

From the stairs came the peculiar sound of dog paws going downstairs, and Feng Hao jumped out and leaned on the door frame, "Auntie, do you think my action is handsome."

The aunt nodded blankly, "It's handsome, but why should it be like this."

Feng Hao was already talking nonsense, "I heard that school cards will be issued after school starts. School cards need photos. I want to take the most handsome photo and hang it on it."

Aunt Zhang smiled, "You really have grown up, now you will be stinky."

The old father quietly bent over and hugged the dog, and after a while, the small speaker that was still at the door of the bedroom disappeared.

The old father wanted to cry without tears, what kind of human suffering is this.

He hurriedly shut the dog into the bathroom and locked the door, so that he couldn't open the door no matter what.

The door of Jiang Fang's room was opened by a crack. Feng Tingyun felt that the little speaker must be hiding inside. He gently knocked on the door and asked if Jiang Fang could come in.

Jiang Fang recently took over the job of beating on behalf of him. Yesterday, he felt a little sleepy after spending the night before lying down for less than half an hour.

Feng Tingyun's voice awakened him, and Jiang Fang's room was dark with the curtains drawn.

Through the crack in the door, Uncle Feng Tingyun guessed that Jiang Fang should have a rest. Hearing the rustling sound should be because he was awake.

Feng Tingyun did not go in, but stood at the door and said, "Jiang Fang, help me see if the little speaker is in your room."

After Jiang Fang heard this, he turned over and got out of bed. The light was too dazzling and he didn't turn it on directly. After adapting to the darkness in the room, Jiang Fang looked for it as if there was none. Suddenly he thought of something and looked under the bed.

The muddy trumpet almost frightened Jiang Fang's soul away. He patted his chest for a while before he recovered, "What are you doing?"

While talking, he wanted to pull the little horn out. The flesh of the little horn was soft, and Jiang Fang didn't dare to use too much force.

After finally getting the small speaker out, I found that the goods were bare, and Jiang Fang said something not ashamed. The little horn was akimbo and did not admit defeat, "Nothing is ashamed, the baby's face is covered."

Good guy, you have to wear pants when you show your face, and you don't need to wear pants to cover your face. What a logical ghost, Jiang Fang walked out with a small speaker, and the little fugitive was finally caught.

When he was held in his arms by his father, he was still unwilling to be the boss, "Baby doesn't want to take a bath!"

Feng Tingyun was very disgusted, "Look at the mud on your face, it's almost dry."

The little baby patted his face stupidly, "Pretty! It's a mask."

Feng Tingyun couldn't laugh or cry, "Dad will give you a bath, and in a while, dad will use a real mask for you."

What's real? The little baby's garden mud mask is pendant.

Just when the old father was heartbroken, and wanted to deal with the evidence for him because he didn't endure hardship for the little horn butt, Wei Xue came back.

The trumpet itself is the biggest evidence, there is nothing to hide.

Wei Xue, who came back with the dessert, squeezed out a hard smile, "Feng Tingyun, what is on your son's face?"

The little baby hasn’t heard the anger implied by the mother’s words, and the bare-bottomed little baby flaunts happily, “It’s the mud in the garden that the baby digs. It’s the same as the mother’s volcanic mud. See if the baby turns white. "

Somehow this guy still had a big face for others to see, Feng Tingyun closed his eyes in despair.

Wei Xue came upstairs and took the little baby. The education expert said well, don't be angry. Naughty is the nature of children, we must be good at guiding.

Wei Xue took a deep breath, "It's okay, I'll wash it for you."

The little baby was held obediently to the bathroom, Feng Tingyun suddenly thought of something, and it was too late when he stopped him. The water in the bathtub was overflowing. Erha Duck and Duck had muddy water on their bodies. Because they couldn't open the door, Guazi had painted the glass like ink painting.

Looking at the dark glass in the bathroom, Wei Xue couldn't help it anymore. She looked at the devil baby, "What did you do at home? What did you do to the dog?"

The little baby didn't know that the danger was coming. "The baby and the ducks went to the garden to dig soil and wiped them on their faces to make them beautiful. The baby also wipes them for mother."

Good things must be shared together, baby is not a selfish person.

He happily wiped the mud on his face and stretched out his hand towards his mother. Wei Xue felt that the mud might not turn white when touched, but someone's **** would definitely turn red.

Thanks to the little angel who threw landmines: Feiyu and 1 Shan Yinsheng;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 17 bottles of knowing the meaning of autumn; I love to eat 1 bottle of curry after kicking the black water and warming Qing Xuan; thank you very much for your support to me, I will continue to work hard!