The little boy shook it and pulled it into the door. From a distance, he saw the pile of strange things piled on the carpet not far away, like chimneys used for burning fires in rural areas.

"Dad, look!"

Um?

The child was excitedly pointing at the "chimney" on the ground.

Fu Jiyan's mouth trembled slightly:

"You piled it?" asked softly.

"Yes, Dad, isn't the porridge particularly good?"

That's it, it's still amazing?

Fu Jiyan shook his legs, spread his son's claws that were pulling on his trouser legs, stepped forward, and squatted down.

Seeing this, the children also squatted down like this:

"Dad, this is a castle with porridge, and mom lives in the castle princess!"

Wait, is this chimney a castle?

Fu Jiyan doubted whether his eyes were hallucinating, but after a few more careful look, how could there be any castle?

Isn't it still a chimney?

He stretched out his finger and touched it gently.

Unexpectedly, the shaking chimney collapsed in a flash.

For a moment, the child's eyes widened.

Fu Jiyan also pulled the corners of his lips very stiffly. Just as he was about to speak, the child's "wow" crying sounded in his ears.

"Wow... the castle of Guanzhu, Daddy's bad guy, destroyed the castle!"

The man raised his eyebrows a few times:

"What kind of castle are you? I can even look a hundred times better than yours with my eyes closed!"

Oh.

"Wow~~" Another burst of tears.

"Okay, okay, stop crying, how about helping you rebuild one?"

I saw the child crying while shaking his head:

"No! I just want the one!"

Hiss ~

"Fu Zhizhou, do you think I'm you? You can get such ugly things!"

Not only has the hard work been completely destroyed, but now it is also despised by all kinds of dislikes. The children cry so hard that they can't even cry, and they are sad.

"Stop crying, you said, what should I do? I will pay you one, ten new ones?"

The little man shook his head again and sucked his nose:

"No, don't even want it, just that one just now!"

I really want to beat someone up!

"Then you dream."

Absolutely impossible.

I didn't plan to coax the little kid patiently anymore, so I stood up and prepared to go upstairs to go back to the room.

Unexpectedly, after wiped two tears, the little boy ran to the landline, picked up the microphone and skillfully dialed a string of numbers.

The phone was answered almost instantly:

"Hello?"

"Mother!"

"Baby? Why do you call your mom at this time?"

Su Zhixiao is only on the second night shift tonight, and then he has to pay three consecutive night shifts to wait for about half a day.

When his son called, Su Zhixiao was looking through the information.

The child sucked his nose together, and when he heard it, he cried again.

"Mom, please bring the police uncle back and take Dad away! He is a big bad guy!"

Someone who was halfway up the stairs stopped suddenly, then turned around and came downstairs again.

The child didn't know that his father was already behind him, so Balabala and his mother complained variously on the phone.

Su Zhixiao was very amused and crying, but how could that stinky man provoke his baby son?

My son was so angry that he called him to take someone to take his father away?

cough.

"Baby, where is your dad? Give him the phone."

The child then turned around and looked around. When he saw him standing behind him with his chest, he stared at his figure with a smile. He pouted his mouth and handed the phone:
Chapter completed!