"If you say no, don't mention it, or you will live in menstruation's house for a long time and don't have to come back." After listening to her, Yang Yang really stopped talking about the mysterious father, but his mouth was still not idle. "Alas ~ other children have a father, but I don't. Did I explode from a stone? " Sang Luowei rubbed his headache sun, walked out of the bathroom and turned to the kitchen. "Mommy." Yang Yang, stop her. Yang Yang walked up to her, looked up at her, sipped his mouth and popped out, "Actually, dad is a strong/violent criminal, right?" "..." "Mommy, on TV, silence is the default." "Am I right?" Sang Luowei stared at him for a while, turned around and took out fresh milk and eggs from the refrigerator, skillfully tore open the fresh milk package and put it in the microwave oven for heating, then cooked egg liquid and steamed egg soup, with no intention of answering at all. He was a little depressed, with his chin cupped on the flow table at the door of the kitchen, and his big bright black eyes were full of disappointment. Sang Luowei glanced at his son sideways, and his heart ached. She has always felt guilty for not giving her son a normal family and a loving father. Sang opened his mouth, and there was a "ding" sound in the microwave oven, then he closed his mouth and looked at his son angrily with his chin held high. "Yang Yang, if you don't want to stay with your aunt, just shut up, wash your hands and sit on the table." Yang Yang spit out her tongue and trotted back to the bathroom. While her son was having breakfast, Sanluowei quickly cleaned up the room. When she came out of the bedroom, Yang Yang was already sitting on the porch with her schoolbag on her back, changing her shoes. Seeing her coming, I took out a pair of stilettos from the shoe cabinet and handed them to her. I squinted and smiled, like a small fan, thick black curls and long eyelashes. The pleasing appearance makes people feel distressed to the bone. She smiled and leaned down to kiss her son's face, put on her shoes, hung the key chain around her son's neck, and locked the door and went downstairs. 々々々々※ "Luo Wei, your Yang Yang is really handsome today, like a noble son. I be meet as soon as I leave my apartment. ※. "Aunt China, you are also very beautiful today. Your coat is very foreign and looks better than that old Angie Chiu mother-in-law. " Yang Yang recognized this as a compliment. Before Sanluowei could speak, he immediately spread a charming smile and held Mrs. Hua's leg, which is 50% of the landlord this year, with charming eyes. Mrs. Kwai Hua was so happy that her eyes narrowed into a crack. Sang glanced at Mrs. Hua's wrinkled face and remembered her son's sweet words, and her mouth twitched. When an old man and a young man finished playing tricks, he smiled gently at Mrs. Hua and took his son across the street to take a taxi.