Not only Pi Xiu and Ren Jiao saw the articles in the circle of friends, but also the little broom at school.
The second generation of the big demon, the second generation of gods, the second generation of ghosts, and the second generation of ghosts, who had originally dismissed him, suddenly paid lofty admiration for this classmate who dared to cuckold his father.
The broom spirit is actually the son of Pixiu. What is it that can cross the racial segregation and let the daily chemical products give birth to monster children
It is love, it must be beautiful love!
The little monsters grew up in the new society, and they have never experienced the turbulent years of burning passion of their parents and eating the last meal but not the next. Moreover, the life span of the monsters is too long, and it is boring to practice every day. They can only focus on various gossip entertainment to enrich their lives.
The originally ordinary classmate around him suddenly became the son of an unspeakable monster. It's a standard inspirational male protagonist who has found his father and is ready to turn over and slap his face, not to mention that he has greened his own father!
So kind! A real man!
Monsters are not like humans who care about various ethics, and so many years of polishing the world have not eliminated their worship of the strong.
What's more, the beauty is only for the strong, so what kind of good-looking stepmother is the stepmother who can make the broom classmate dare to wrestle with her father
All the little monsters began to lose their minds in class, and imagine how good-looking Pixiu's apex pet can be, is it better than a big star
I want to be healthy! Want Kangmeiren!
Compared to the excitement of his classmates, the broom's reaction can be said to be calm. As usual, he sleeps in a daze in class, sweeps the playground with the broom, and then slowly walks back with the broom until the end of school.
He stepped on his own shadow, watching the little monster in the lower grades being carried away by his parents, and suddenly stopped.
His eyes fell on the parents of the monsters, and the little broom blinked and suddenly squatted down to cover his face.
Aroused by the corners of his mouth hidden between his fingers, he secretly laughed.
It turns out that the boss is his father, and he has a father.
Will my dad pick me up like someone else's dad when I come home today? The little broom recalled that his father also hugged him when he was a child.
At that time, there were not so many people in the store, so I sat on my father's shoulder and watched him cook. Although the smell of oil smoke was very annoying, but...
The small broom rubbed his face, sniffed and thought, even if the smell of oil smoke is strong, it doesn't matter, he is so happy today that he can clean a street without stopping!
He squatted on the ground for a while, and was about to stand up, but there was an extra pair of shoes in his sight.
The little broom looked up along the shoes, and the eyebrows were red, and the teacher Nezha, who was most afraid of the students, glanced at him. He blinked and saw the teacher smiled at him.
"What are you doing squatting on the ground?" Nezha squatted down and looked at the broom: "The school bell has rang, why haven't you gone home yet?"
The little broom opened his mouth: "Yes, to sweep the floor."
"These are all cleaning places contracted by the school, and students shouldn't be allowed to clean them." Nezha dragged his chin to look at him: "Don't you want to go home?"
"No, no." The little broom explained: "I, I'm a broom master, I need a broom, I want to sweep the floor."
This is his nature, the sky is going to rain, the mother is going to get married, and he is going to sweep the floor.
Nezha laughed again, pulling him to stand up from the ground: "It's really not because you don't want to go home that you have to sweep the floor? For example, there is a nasty father at home?"
The little broom blinked, not knowing what the teacher meant.
Seeing his blank expression, Nezha reached out and rubbed his hair: "If you are bullied by your father, you can tell the teacher, and the teacher will help you."
The little broom tilted his head to look at him: "Why, why does Dad want to bully me?"
Nezha was stunned for a moment, remembering what he saw on the official account, and couldn't help but ask: "How is your new mother treating you? I heard that he is pregnant with a child, and it has been three months."
Generally, if you have your own children, you will always be cold to the children in front of you, not to mention that they are not your own.
The little broom remembered Wen Xi drinking chicken soup, and said ignorantly, "So he has a child."
That's why I bought so many little roosters and came back to make soup, but didn't everyone say that they want to cook hen soup for pregnant women
"Don't you know?" Nezha frowned.
The little broom shook his head and nodded, thinking that Wenxi was beautiful and smelled very good, and every time he gave himself candy, it was not impossible to be a new mother, it would be better if he didn't help me with my homework.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Nezha's brows furrowed even deeper, and he bent down and said, "If someone at home treats you badly, you can come to the teacher."
"I know." The little broom scratched his face: "Wenxi is very, very kind to me."
But he has only been in the store for a month, why is the younger brother in his belly only three months old? Is it because drinking too much chicken soup grows faster
Until I got on Ren Jiao's car broom, I was still thinking about this problem with my eyebrows twisted. Can I really make up for it with chicken soup in one month and three months, and the two months in between
Seeing him frowning, Ren Jiao couldn't help but ask, "Why do you look unhappy? Did you fight with your classmates at school today? You didn't use the toilet broom to stuff other people's mouths, did you?"
The small broom shook his head, but his brows still didn't loosen.
When he got out of the car at the store, he rushed towards Pi Xiu. Pi Xiu stared at Jia Suzhen and ordered Wu Zu, and strictly monitored her behavior of the sea bowl lotus seed soup. Suddenly, the little broom threw him and the whole demon took a step back.
"What's wrong?" Pixiu looked at him holding his waist and didn't let go, remembering that the little guy got into a fight outside and was bullied a long time ago, and that's how he came back. He subconsciously looked up at Ren Jiao who came in with the car key.
Is it true that this fish has finally stopped being human, and has started with the little broom
"What are you staring at me for?" Ren Jiao was inexplicably stared at by him. He felt even more uncomfortable when he saw the little broom holding Pixiu. He raised his hand and said, "Come here, little broom, come to my brother."
Pixiu looked at him with a cold face: "Your age must be double digits before his age, you are a crap brother."
Ren Jiao: "What's the wind today? Who are you? Whatever he calls me."
The little broom suddenly raised his head to respond to Ren Jiao's question, and called Pixiu daddy crisply.
The whole restaurant was quiet, the monsters and mortals who came to eat were all staring at Pixiu. I don't know who came first to say that the boss and the children are so old, and they started to congratulate one after another.
In fact, everyone doesn't know what to congratulate. Anyway, I think it should be congratulated.
It's a great thing to be a father.
Pixiu: …
He looked down at the small broom and asked, "Who told you that I belong to your father?"
The little broom murmured, "Aren't you my father?"
Everyone looked at Pi Xiu, even Ren Jiao stepped up and stared at him. Boss Pi stared at everyone's eyes, looked at the little broom with a longing look, and nodded his head in a trance.
"Yes."
The little broom smiled and hugged him and rubbed his face again. He was so happy that he jumped out word by word: "High! High! High! Happy! Me!"
Ren Jiao pulled him over: "Okay, your dad still has to do business, hurry up and do your homework."
Pixiu stood in the same place and fell silent, touched his face and then his head, recalling the feeling of being a father for the first time, it was a little strange and itchy, is this the feeling of being a kid
So this is Tie Han Tenderness
Wu Zu watched the little broom jumping upstairs, and couldn't help but put up the menu and asked Jia Suzhen, "Sister, is the boss the child born by the wife I've seen? The age doesn't seem right."
Jia Suzhen shook her head: "This is from a previous life."
"Sure enough." Wu Zu looked at Jia Suzhen and paused: "Isn't my sister singing today? A classmate in our class knew you could sing and said she liked it too, and wanted to come and listen."
"I won't sing today, but I can sing when you bring your classmates tomorrow." Rather than singing, she wanted to have a few more words with Wu Lang and spend more time together as a hobby.
Jia Suzhen pointed to her throat and told a small lie: "The throat is a little uncomfortable, take a rest today."
"Ah?" Wu Zu panicked: "Should I buy you some medicine to eat? Or should I buy some Fat Dahai to drink? But Fat Dahai is not good at all, why don't I get you some..."
He babbled, took out his mobile phone and started searching for what was good for his throat, but he didn't notice that the people around him were smiling softly and looking down at him.
Wen Xi was watching TV while leaning on the imperial concubine's couch. Pixiu turned off the air conditioner and still felt a little cold. He covered himself with a thin blanket and a long pillow, which was better.
The bead curtain was pulled open, and when he heard the sound, he turned around and saw a small broom with a schoolbag on his back standing by the stairs looking at him.
"What's wrong?" Wen Xi waved at him: "What are you doing standing there? Why didn't you come?"
The little broom was still wearing the school uniform. Wen Xi looked at it and smiled again: "This is the first time I see you wearing this. This is the school uniform they said, right?"
The little broom nodded.
He put down his schoolbag along Wenxi's hand, sat beside the imperial concubine's couch and hesitated for a long time, but still gave Wenxi a small shout.
"mom."
Wenxi gave him the candy hand for a while, and a huge question mark appeared on top of his head. He looked at the room and there seemed to be no one else in the room. He reached out and touched his flat chest, and then touched the face of the small broom. I thought to myself that this child didn't have a fever, why did he start talking nonsense
The little broom called Mom again, but in a lower voice.
Wen Xi lifted the quilt and was about to go to the ground, shouting in a voice, "Pixiu! Pixiu! The little broom has been hit by evil!"
The little broom grabbed his hand and stammered, "You, no, don't get excited!"
Wen Xi was completely dumbfounded, watching the small broom reach out and gently touch his bloated belly due to eating too much. He blushed and whispered, "Yes, it will scare my brother."
Crazy, the world is crazy.
The little broom saw Wenxi's face in a daze, wondering if he didn't know he had a baby yet? He took out his mobile phone and opened the forum and handed it to Wen Xi: "Look at what they said, is it true?"
What Pixiu had been avoiding finally happened, and Wenxi still found the nonsense in the forum. He looked at the post on his phone from anger to sneer, and finally to a weird smile.
He touched the head of the small broom: "Can you lend me your cell phone?"
The little broom nodded: "But you, you don't take me, my account to post, post a reply."
"I promise not." Wen Xi said with a smile.
The little broom sniffed and smelled the good scent of Wenxi again. He pulled La Wenxi's sleeve and discussed it, "I don't care about you being my queen, stepmother. But I, I don't want to write. Operation… "
The word "stepmother" was like a sharp sword, piercing Wen Xi's fragile heart, and also piercing the smile on the face of gluttonous gluttons thousands of miles away.
Wen Xi's voice was being broadcast live on the loudspeaker at the same time, and the jade Buddha by his hand had already started to shake. Taotie quickly hugged the jade Buddha in his arms to comfort him: "Don't be angry, it must be a joke."
The little broom in the loudspeaker called Wen Xi again, and the jade Buddha stopped for a while, then began to shake wildly again, and the gluttonous hugged tighter: "Don't be angry, little aunt! Don't be angry! The jade Buddha is cracked by you!"
The Jade Buddha didn't move, but a sigh came.
Taotie swore to the sky: "I will hire someone to clean up Pixiu's grandson tomorrow! I promise!"