Although Colin, who has lived with his mother for a long time, is too spoiled and willful, he always does things by his own temperament.
When he encounters an unhappy or is bullied, he will just cry and ask his mother to stand up for it.
Yan Mubei doesn't like his performance in this regard.
I feel that as a father, he must teach him manliness, strength, perseverance and other character.
Hard physical exercise is the best way to hone your body, mind and will.
With Yan Mubei's unharmed but firm attitude, Colin was forced to practice for another half an hour.
Finally, he reached the critical point of the limit, and Yan Mubei asked Deng Liang to release him.
After a while, it was lunch time, and the father and son sat on the dining table speechlessly.
The big ones eat dignifiedly and gentlemen, strictly abide by the rules of not talking about food, while the small ones poke around the rice bowl, feeling sulky.
At the same time, it is another fatal point for Colin.
After enduring it, Yan Mubei looked up at his son, and said expressionlessly: "Sit down and eat all the food."
"The white rice is not delicious." The little guy protested.
"Then what do you want to eat? I'll ask the kitchen to cook it for you."
"I want to eat candy, it needs to be coke and fried chicken."
"This is a snack, you can't eat it now, you must have a regular meal like rice."
"I said I don't like rice."
The little guy grew up abroad and may not be used to Chinese food: "Why fry steak or pork chop for you?"
"I want to eat candy." His hands and feet were twisting, screaming.
Yan Mubei stroked his forehead: "Don't eat it, don't let me repeat my words, or you eat Chinese food on the table, or you get Western food for you, choose one of the two."
Even if he used all his patience to teach in the gentlest tone, he still felt powerless.
But Yan Mubei didn't believe that he couldn't control him.
"I choose three, I won't eat it." Colin raised his head with a personality, then jumped out of the chair and ran back to the room.
Yan Mubei frowned, and the gloomy look on his face could no longer be concealed.
Deng Liang stepped forward: "Why should I catch the young master back?"
"No, let him go, you will naturally want to eat when you are hungry." Yan Mubei's appetite was gone, and he put down the bowl and chopsticks and pushed the wheelchair back to the room.
I originally wanted to go to the study to search for some information, but when he passed by the bedroom, he remembered his son's birthday and pushed the door open and went in.
After searching for a while, he couldn't find his shadow, and then he felt strange. After coming out, he walked into the client next to him.
Lin Qianqian said that the child did not have the habit of sleeping with her, and in the future, he would turn the next room into a children's room.
In the morning, Jiang Siqiong asked the driver to bring their luggage over, and he had already been sent to the two rooms separately.
Things belonging to Colin are naturally placed in the guest room.
After entering, I saw the carton used to hold toys being opened and poured out, and the small toys inside were scattered all over the floor.
And Colin was having a lot of fun in these toys.
Yan Mubei looked at the toys on the ground carefully and found that most of the things children played with were robots and sports cars.
Then he found out among the toys that had been missing in his bookshelf for a long time.
There are few model sports cars in the world, with only ten units around the world, which are of great value and are very worthy of collection.
At this time, the door and wheels are in a lingering direction, and they have lost the glamorous and domineering spirit of the past.
He avoided other toys, pushed his wheelchair forward, bent down and picked up the Ferrari on the ground, put it in his palm and looked through it.