Wang Yulin ran all the way from downstairs to her home, still holding in her hand the breakfast she bought for her two precious sons.
In the living room, a small milk bag was sitting in front of the dining table, probably having breakfast. However, the moment Wang Yulin entered, she seemed to have gone to the wrong house. She also opened the door and looked above
The house number was on the 17th, and she didn't dare to walk in until she was sure it was number 17.
In front of the dining table, there was a little girl with a bare head and white casual clothes, with her back to the door. Wang Yulin could not see the boy's face at all.
"Mo Feng Beibei..." Wang Yulin walked towards the dining table step by step and called out cautiously from her own mouth.
This is her home. If this kid is really eating, it must be her youngest son, because Wang Mofeng doesn't know how to cook at all.
But, how did her son become bald? Where was his original thick black hair? Who shaved it off for him? How did her son become a monk?
"Mommy is back? Have breakfast." Wang Mochen walked out of the kitchen, holding Wang Mofeng's favorite poached eggs in his hand.
Wang Mochen was wearing a small floral apron and a small chef's hat on his head, which made him look particularly cute. When he saw Wang Yulin, he was not surprised at all. It felt as if Wang Yulin had just escaped from him.
She walked out of the bedroom. It was not like she didn't go home all night last night.
"Wang Mofeng!" Wang Yulin didn't care much about her eldest son, but at this time, she had already seen clearly that the boy sitting in front of the dining table was her youngest son Wang Mofeng.
When did he shave his head? Who told him to have that hairstyle? Was it because his classmates in school bullied him?
"Ms. Wang, are you going to practice your voice so early in the morning?" Wang Mofeng raised his head and stared at his mother, giving her a fierce look in his eyes.
Doesn't she think his hairstyle is very handsome and cool? Or does she already think so and is just too surprised?
"What's wrong with your hair..."
"Where did you go last night? You left at 7:30 in the morning, and you didn't come home until 8:11:20 the next morning. You don't need me to tell you, you can calculate the time gap in between. Was it overtime? Yes.
Overtime pay? Or are you lost?”
Before Wang Yulin finished asking her questions, the little nanny had already coldly interrupted her, and more importantly, she also asked her mother a series of questions.
"I...I'm your mommy. Why are you asking so many questions about your child?" Wang Yulin seemed very unsure when she answered this. The look on her face looked more like she had done something wrong.
"How can a CEO's secretary be like a CEO's nanny? Do you have to take care of him to eat? Do you have to take care of him to sleep?" Wang Mofeng's expression looked very tangled. His words didn't sound like he was asking his mother, but more like he was asking her.
He was asking himself a question. As he spoke, he was stroking his shaved head.
"What do you mean by taking care of 'sleep'?" Wang Yulin was very sensitive to the word 'sleep'.
"All the president's secretaries on TV are like that. Did Ms. Wang get eaten by a wolf last night?" He looked at Wang Yulin with an innocent face and big watery eyes. She didn't have the courage to pick her up at all.
The words of my youngest son.
"Mommy, have breakfast." Wang Mochen had already prepared breakfast for Wang Yulin, and pushed the plate directly to Wang Yulin.
"Yeah." Wang Yulin felt very guilty about what she did last night when she saw her two sons. "Thank you, baby Mo Chen."
Wang Mochen just gave Wang Yulin a smile.
Baby Mo Chen is still good, he doesn't ask her anything, and her words are not as sharp as Mo Feng Beibei. She judges her mother like the chief judge.
She didn't come back last night, which was the first time in six years that she didn't come home. The two little nannies didn't explode at home. She disappeared, and they were so calm and composed that they even went to the police station to report a crime.
There is no case. If they do, they can really rest assured about her safety. What if she is really eaten by a wolf?
"Wang Mofeng, what's going on with your hair?" Wang Yulin couldn't help but return to the topic.
Her son must be handsome, how could he become a monk? It really drove her crazy.
"Does it look good?" Wang Mofeng's calm expression before finally showed a smile. He also stretched out his hand and stroked his shaved head. It was a complete look of self-appreciation.
"What's so nice about it? Do you want to become a monk?" Wang Yulin was really angry. Looking at her son's little bald head, her heart was on fire.
"If you come home a little later, I will really become a monk." She insisted on telling him, and he could change the topic to the original topic again. "Do you know what an iron rooster is? Do you know what it means to not pluck a dime? This is
Already."
It turned out that in order to give himself a different style in school, Wang Mofeng went to the barber shop and shaved off all his hair.
Yesterday he wanted to call his brother, but Wang Mochen was such an independent person. How could he listen to Wang Mofeng and shave his head?
Iron rooster! Never plucks a hair! This description of Wang Mofeng couldn't be more suitable, but does he need to make his image so obvious?
When Wang Yulin heard what her youngest son said, she was afraid that he would say something more about her, so she acquiesced in her decision to shave his head.
As for not going home last night, Wang Yulin and Wang Mofeng were evenly matched. No one should interfere with the other.
Even the youngest child in this family has autonomy. No matter how old the parents are, they have no right to interfere without a good reason.
"The smell of the house seems to have changed today." Wang Mochen, who had been silent until now, took a sip of the milk in the cup and couldn't help but say it out of his mouth.
His expression looked very blank, and as soon as the voice finished, he just shook his head, then picked up the bread on the plate and started to chew it.
His words were not addressed to anyone, but more like he was speaking to himself.
Wang Mofeng stopped eating and kept sniffing with his little nose. It was okay that Wang Mochen didn't remind him, but he felt the same way when he was reminded.
Wang Yulin stretched out her hand and smelled the smell of cologne used by men on her body.
Wang Mofeng looked at his mother, jumped off the chair and walked towards Wang Yulin. Like a puppy, she smelled the sound a bit loud.
Wang Yulin stood up quickly, trying to avoid her son.
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