I traveled to HP but I tied it to the wrong game system

Sifu's illness was completely cured in one day.

Good news: You can continue to have fun after you recover.

Bad news: Leah's special forces-style travel still has no intention of restraining.

Every time he arrived at the hotel, Carl felt that his legs were no longer his own. Today, Carl must resist his fate!

And Carl's plan to resist his fate is very simple and crude, that is-

The first step: use the method of acting like a spoiled child.

"No, no, mom, I want to play that--", Carl pointed to a small blanket next to him, where all the children aged four or five were pasting shell paintings. Obviously, this kind of game is not suitable for older children like Carl.

"Well...", Leah tilted her head and thought for a while. Her plan for today was very full. If she and Carl were to paste paintings here, the plan would be completely ruined. Her own plan and her son's interest, Leah frowned and squinted to think about it.

"And this can be made into a souvenir for Penny and the others, right?" Carl held up a finished shell painting, which looked very beautiful. Leah was inevitably persuaded, but the plan...

Cesi next to her gave her son a thumbs up behind Leah's back. It was obvious that he couldn't stand this kind of special forces operation. Thank you, my dear son, you did a great job. Dad is proud of you. Ceci sighed silently in his heart and sincerely thanked himself for giving birth to this child.

And Sever next to him strongly condemned their behavior, but he inevitably expressed his approval in spirit. The reason was that he seemed to be unable to stand this kind of special forces. Although he had a lot of fun, he was still a little tired after returning to the hotel, especially his legs... so sore, Aunt Leah didn't seem to be like this at all...

Step 2: Sacrifice the poor old father!

As if seeing Leah's hesitation, Carl immediately raised his hand and proposed a compromise. "It's okay, Mom. You and Dad can go on a date alone. Sifu will accompany me~", Carl smiled and said sweetly, but at this moment, Carl's sweet voice was no less than the devil's whisper to Ceci.

Carl, my dear child, are you sure you want our relationship to go this far? Ceci didn't say anything, but just by reading his expression, Carl could understand what he wanted to say. After all, it was his own military coat, although it was a little leaky.

There's no way, people all over the world like to compromise. When I tell my mother to stop, she will hesitate, but if I ask Dad to accompany her, there is an 80% chance that she will agree.

"And doesn't Dad like to date Mom alone?" Carl continued to make up for it, his expression was still smiling, but Ceci felt that this kid was definitely taking revenge on him, revenge for leaving him at home to eat sandwiches when he went out on a date a few days ago!

But would Ceci say that he doesn't like to go on a date with his wife? Of course he wouldn't say that. "I..." His brain was working fast. Just when he was about to say something to save the situation, a passionate voice came from behind him.

"What does it matter, young man? Just go and play with your wife. It's okay to leave the children here. My stall will not be closed until the evening." You are a bastard who doesn't make money. The owner of the stall finally added a handful of soil, and didn't forget to step on the soil that Carl had added not long ago.

"Thank you, enthusiastic boss." Ceci glanced at the boss, but didn't say anything in the end, just thanked him.

"And you, my favorite son, you are really amazing." Ceci patted his son's shoulder and smiled very kindly.

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"Is it really okay for you to do that?" Siver picked up a decorative painting and quietly began to paste it. "It's okay, it's okay. Who told him not to take us out for dinner last time? I got back at him. Hehehe..."

"But what are you pasting? Bird nests and dogs. Why is there a cat playing with a loose ball of yarn in that one..." Siver looked at the painting that Carl pasted and asked curiously.

Carl raised the frame and looked at Siver, patiently explaining to him, "Well, the inspiration comes from Alice. This is actually a more abstract... figure painting?"