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Chapter 2249



Chapter 2249

Chapter 2249

Mr. Yang entered the door directly, and when the door closed, he coughed lightly and said, "It's been half an hour, it should be replaced."

Xiao Yang Moyan is a person with a high IQ, otherwise it would be impossible for him to grow up later, to go to various crime scenes when he was young and famous, to conduct various criminal investigation profiling, etc., and to return to the scene.

Although I didn't show it too much when I was young.

But I always think more and understand more than others.

What's more, Mr. Yang's purpose is a little too clear now.

Xiao Yang Moyan looked at him numbly, "Dad, please speak up if you have something to say."

Mr. Yang then said bluntly, "I want to change Xiao Xia's diaper."

Xiao Yang Moyan looked at him with an even weirder face, "Why?"

Mr. Yang said: "I just learned it, my hands are itchy, I want to try it."

"Then you find my mother." Xiao Yang Moyan said.

Mr. Yang was slightly surprised and raised his eyebrows, "Why are you looking for your mother?"

"Have another one, give birth to a younger sister or younger brother," Xiao Yang Moyan said, "It would be great to give you a chance to practice."

Mr. Yang twitched the corners of his lips and lowered his voice, "It's not that I haven't thought about it. I told your mother about this yesterday..."

"Needless to say, I'll find out later," Xiao Yang Moyan snatched his words, and ended in one gulp, "If you're like this, it would be weird if my mom agrees. Fortunately, my mom doesn't have a bad temper, otherwise it would be a light blow to you .”

Mr. Yang: "...You brat?"

Xiao Yang Moyan hugged the little dough, cleared his throat on the spot, and was about to shout, "Mom! Dad..."

"Stop!" Mr. Yang's eyebrows and eyes were startled, he stepped forward a few steps, stretched out his fingertips and tapped Xiao Yang Moyan's nose, tapped, and then retracted his hand, "Don't shout, you don't know anything, I'm going to work."

Xiao Yang Moyan snorted, "Do you think it's possible?"

Mr. Yang looked at his son indifferently, "What do you want to do?"

"A deal?"

Mr. Yang laughed angrily, "Small, you can calculate at such a young age?"

"That doesn't sound like a good thing to say," Xiao Yang Moyan frowned slightly, then cleared his throat again, trying to shout again, "Mom, Dad...!"

"OK, deal." Mr. Yang quickly interrupted and agreed.

Xiao Yang Moyan curled his lips, and Mr. Yang said, "What deal."

"It's too simple," Xiao Yang Moyan said, "You can definitely achieve it, but you need to sneak in."

Mr. Yang: "?"

Xiao Yang Moyan: "On the Internet yesterday, I saw something called grilled skewers. It seems delicious. I want it."

Yang Moyan actually didn't want much in particular since he was a child.

Occasionally buy some books, or fancy some difficult jigsaw puzzles, I am a little interested, and I will have a word with Mrs. Yang, but there is nothing else.

This was the first time that Mr. Yang heard his son say something specially specified.

However, he frowned meaningfully, "Your mother has eaten this food before, and it spoiled her stomach last time. It's not very good, so don't eat it."

Xiao Yang Moyan pondered for a while, since his mother's stomach was ruined by eating, he stopped eating.

Otherwise, he would eat too much, who will take care of the little dough?

He glanced at the little dough in his arms, and just about to speak, he owed the transaction first, you can give me an IOU, right now.

Mr. Yang spoke again, "Bring you candy."

Xiao Yang Moyan raised his head.

Mr. Yang said, "Two sticks of candy?"

Xiao Yang Moyan made a movement similar to that of the little dough in his arms, and tilted his head in sync with the little dough who couldn't understand the conversation between the father and son at all.

(End of this chapter)


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