Before Ai Jiujiu could say anything, I heard Ivan say: "Mommy, although I really don't want to mention that guy, I have to admit that my high IQ must be inherited from that guy. According to genetics, it determines Most of the children’s IQs are from the mother, but luckily, I didn’t inherit it from you.”
"Ivan!"
99 The girl punched her son unceremoniously. Does he dislike his mother so much
Ivan covered his beaten head, his dark eyes darting around: "Mommy, you are too violent, Aunt Shengxia is better. Not only is she gentle, but she is also beautiful. Why do you think Daddy would like you?" "
Ai Jiujiu suddenly calmed down when he heard Ai Fan say "daddy" to the two of them. The daddy in Ai Fan's mouth was Bei Chenyun, but now...
Ai Jiujiu stretched out his hand and pulled his son over: "Xiaofan, who do you like more, your biological father or your daddy?"
This was originally a heavy topic. Even Ai Jiujiu felt heavy in his heart when he asked it. However, Ivan rolled his eyes: "Mommy, I think my sexual orientation is normal."
Facing her son with a superior IQ, girl 99 could only be speechless again, but also, why was she asking such a question? If it were other children, they would probably have to consider the issue of father's love, but this freak of mine... Well, let's forget it.
"Mommy, I'm hungry."
"What to eat?"
"Whatever, mommy does it."
Only when it comes to food, Ai Fan will look like a child. Ai Jiujiu opens the refrigerator but finds that there is nothing in the refrigerator: "Xiao Fan, mommy is going to the supermarket, do you want to go with me?"
"Don't go!"
After all, he had lived here for a while, and Ai Jiujiu was still aware of what was nearby. He pushed a cart in the supermarket to buy things that Ivan liked to eat.
Girl 99 was a little greedy and bought a lot of things. She was already thin, and her left and right hands were full, which made it particularly difficult for her to carry them.
Walking back slowly, when he was approaching the gate of the community, he was suddenly bumped into. Ai Jiujiu said subconsciously: "Sorry."
But I heard a sharp female voice: "Hey, isn't this our great screenwriter?"
Ai Jiujiu frowned slightly and looked up to see Rong Jiao wearing a pair of big sunglasses and a scarf pulled down.
"Isn't Miss Seven the popular person in front of Master Su? How could she carry so many things by herself? That's so bad. Come and come, I've met them all. I have to help you."
Every word of Rong Jiao's words was extremely hard to hear. Ai Jiujiu wanted to avoid her, but it was inconvenient to carry too many things, but Rong Jiao's hand had already been stretched out. Her nails were very long and beautifully carved. Ai Jiujiu's long nails scratched the plastic, and the plastic bag on Ai Jiujiu's hand suddenly tore a big hole, and everything inside instantly fell out with a crackle.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I wasn't careful."
For someone like this who was looking for trouble, Ai Jiujiu didn't even bother to pay attention to her. He squatted down and was about to pick things up. As soon as she put her hand on a bag of snacks, a heartbreaking pain suddenly came over her. Rong Jiao's hand was firmly trampled under her feet.
Rong Jiao was wearing stiletto boots, so you can imagine how painful it would be to step on Ai Jiujiu's hand like this.
And Rong Jiao slowly bent down: "Don't think that it's great just because you have Master Su as your backstage."