Dr. Jiang’s Daily Adversities

A little guy who was holding him at the same table, saw the situation here, immediately pushed away the person in front of him, and then ran over with his mouth pouting:

"Jiang listen to Xu!"

While roaring, he knocked away the big class Zhao Xiaopeng with his little butt, and got into his mother's arms in a grand manner.

Don't underestimate the possessiveness of children, it is doubled.

Jiang heard Xu couldn't laugh or cry, but he still gently pulled his son out of his arms:

"Ningning, you can't be so rude!"

The little guy pouted and didn't answer.

Jiang Tingxu smiled and looked at Zhao Xiaopeng again:

"Xiaopeng, shall we go there?"

Obviously, the two big men should have a chat for a while, and continue to stay here. It's too attention-grabbing, it's better to change places.

The two kids have no objection:

"it is good."

Jiang Tingxu dragged the tent distributed uniformly by the school and found a higher place:

"Just here."

Well, set up camp.

"Jiang listens to Xu, Ningning is busy with you!"

"Okay!"

"Auntie, Xiaopeng also helps."

"Thank you Xiaopeng."

Someone who drank vinegar hummed a few times, and finally stopped under Jiang Tingxu's eyes.

Setting up a tent is not difficult!

However, many parents who have been here for a while continue to do it.

Usually, if you don't do anything, this meeting is all revealed, and there are still a lot of people.

There are nearly a hundred children in the school. At this time, about two-thirds of the parents’ tents are still being set up, and some are set up here, and the other side is crooked again.

On the contrary, the one who arrived at the end was finished in a few strokes and made it particularly strong.

The two children on the side were almost dumbfounded:

"Is that all right?"

Listening to his son's questioning, Jiang listened to Xu Po and laughed:

"you try."

The little guy stumbled into the tent and rolled around:

"Well, not bad!" commented.

Zhao Xiaopeng directly slapped his hands:

"Auntie is awesome, so awesome, my dad hasn't done it yet!"

Finally, he deliberately belittled his own father!

Over there, the two big men talked about the same thing, Zhao Kui stepped forward:

"Mrs. Trouble takes care of my Xiaopeng, Xiaopeng, goodbye to my uncle and aunt."

"Goodbye, uncle and aunt."

Zhao Kui also said again:

"Young Master Mo, Madam Young, you have to go over and set up a tent. I'll see you later."

"see you later."

When the Zhao family and his son left, Mo Boyuan's eyes swept around, when he saw the newly erected tent with his son's name hanging on it:

"Wife, did you make it?"

It is not necessary for Jiang to listen to Xu's answer. A little guy has already answered his mother directly:

"Dad, Mrs. Jiang heard that Mrs. Xu is so amazing, just like that, just get the tent set up!"

"Well, your mother is really amazing!"

She praised her very generously.

My wife doesn't boast by herself, who is waiting for her to boast?

Pharaoh next door?

Mo Boyuan picked up the luggage lying on the ground:

"I'll make the bed."

The man volunteered, but Jiang Tingxu could hardly stop anything, and took his son's little hand to sit aside.

Mo Boyuan was still very fast, and he made the bed in a few strokes. From this point of view, he was much more reliable than other fathers.

After laying, the man waved at both mother and son:

"Come in and sit down."

Then I found a small fan that I usually used in the play from my bag, and fixed it on the tent with a clip to blow it.