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I plan to tell my father all the interesting things that happened during this time. But he is too young, some simple words can still be said clearly, and if it is a little more complicated, he can only say one sentence from east to west, completely messed up into a pot of porridge, it is difficult for Wen Ning to listen happily on the side, is it not to give him some applause and encouragement.
At the end, after taking a shower and lying on the bed, Xiaobao grabbed his father's finger and still couldn't sleep excitedly. Wen Ning thought about it for a while, and simply asked him, why did he draw a turtle on Xiao Tang Xu's face on the first day of living in Tang's house?
Wen Xiaobao blinked his eyes, originally wanted to pretend to be stupid and fool the past, but seeing that his father had been looking at him well, he felt a little weak. "I told him not to sleep together."
Wen Ning suddenly had a feeling of crying and laughing, combined with what Shao Hui said to him before, he thought that he probably understood what his son meant, it was nothing more than that Xiao Tang Xu wanted Xiao Bao to sleep together, Xiao Bao didn't agree, but when he woke up, he found that the other party was still sleeping next to him, so he had a prank mind and drew a turtle on Xiao Tang Xu's face. "Dad asked you, who taught you how to draw a turtle?"
Wen Xiaobao blinked his eyes, Dad, aren't you angry? "Taught on TV."
"TV? "When did he show his son a TV with such a prank? Is it a youth idol drama? Only that kind of nonsensical TV series has such a plot, right?
"Hmm. Wen Xiaobao confirmed that his father didn't mean to teach him a lesson, and nodded heavily, "Luo Lin likes it." "
Well, I get it all this time. Wen Ning couldn't wait to immediately throw out the smart brain tearing bar and tearing bar that was always in nonsensical trouble outside of work to feed the dog. "Xiaobao, Dad told you that it was wrong for you to do that, it was disrespectful to others. You can't do that anymore. "
Hmm. Xiaobao nodded, "I am friends with Tang Xu now, although he is very fat."
"It's okay for younger children to be a little fatter, Xiao Bao is not allowed to take this in front of Xiao Tang Xu all the time, remember?" "Everyone looks up and doesn't look down, Wen would rather not want his own children to have conflicts with other people's children.
"Oh. Xiaobao was already a little confused, and was just subconsciously answering his father's words. As for his heart, well, he has already accepted that the little fat man appears by his side every day, and if he wants to bully, he can only bully himself.
"Sleep. Wen Ning gently patted his son's back, education problems are not a matter of one day, and he often helps him correct some mistakes.
Back in City A and seeing his son, Wen Ning felt that he felt relaxed no matter how tired he was. But his ease disappeared within a few minutes after he stepped into the Huatian office building. Who can tell him what is going on with those who deliberately start pointing at him when they see him from afar, and keep silent when they see him walk in? He seems to have no problem with his appearance when he goes out today.
Wen Ning felt a little confused, but fortunately, his office on the top floor used a special elevator, and he needed an identification card to take it, but he avoided getting close to those people.
Seeing that Wen Ning took the special elevator upstairs, the little white-collar workers who had not waited for the elevator began to talk again.
"Hey, you say, what is that Wen Ning's background, why so many general managers who came to apply for assistants didn't take a fancy to him, and chose him with little social experience?
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