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Chapter 57 The so-called favorite person 3
As a result, Mao Mao's father's words were continued to be completely ignored, and Mao Mao's mother, who was addicted to her own imagination, completely ignored him.

She said with emotion: "If Haohao develops into painting in the future and becomes a great painter, then Maomao will be the painter's wife."

"I said, now..."

"Oh, even if it's the worst situation," Mommaomao continued selfishly, "Haohao graduated from college and had to go home to eat the old man and inherit the family business. My cat is still the young lady of the restaurant."

She said that Lao Yan's restaurant is getting bigger and bigger, and now it is a three-story restaurant. Last year, he bought a car, and he is estimated to be a small local tycoon with a net worth of several million. Hao Hao is the only son of the Yan family. , that is the young master of the restaurant.

Maomao's mother has infinite brains, and her speech is amazingly fast. Maomao's father can't get in his mouth at all. He opened his mouth, either "I said", or "wife", or "that", and he couldn't complete a sentence. His face flushed red from speaking.

Staring at his wife's opening and closing mouth, he took a deep breath. As a man's small universe finally broke out, Cat's father got up angrily and shouted: "Cat's mother, if you keep talking all the time, you can't listen to me." Shall I say something?"

The noisy female voice finally subsided, and the room was dead silent.

Cat's father finally regained the right to speak, and said with righteous indignation: "Don't you think it's too early to think about this? Don't you think there is something wrong with educating Maomao in this way? My daughter is only so old, so you tell her these things that destroy the three views... I Strongly disagree..."

Before he finished speaking, his wife was strict with Mao Mao and his father was squinted at by Mao Mao's mother, and then he realized that he was afraid. He swallowed nervously and coughed a few times. "fine".

"My wife, please continue to talk... I will listen quietly, my wife, you speak so nicely."

"You just said that you would strongly oppose it?" Maomao's mother put her arms around her chest, with an interrogating queen's posture, "Against what?"

"What? Did I say anything against it?" Dad Maomao looked at Hu Youyou on the side for help, and winked for a while.

On the one hand was the father's eyes asking for help, and on the other was the mother's murderous eyes. Sha Maomao shrugged, blinked her big eyes, and said innocently that she didn't know anything.

"Oh, by the way, I suddenly remembered that something was left at brother Haohao's house. I have to go get it back, so I'm leaving first."

Putting the words aside, Hu Youyou patted his father on the shoulder, with a self-seeking expression, and fled the room as if fleeing.

As soon as she closed the door, she heard a miserable tenor voice coming from inside. Mao Mao shook her head helplessly and sighed, "It's really dire situation. Poor dad, mourn for him for three seconds."

When Yan Haozhe walked into Yan Haozhe's room, he was sitting in front of the easel drawing, raised his eyes slightly, and asked her if her leg injury was not healed, why she didn't stay at home to rest, and walked around.

She limped close to him, leaned over to look at his paintings, and said casually, "My mom is having a fight with my dad, I don't want to prevent them from flirting, so I came here to hide from you... Hao Hao What did brother paint?"

The little girl pointed to the scroll, and said to herself, "It seems to be by the stream where we went for a picnic together, isn't it?"

Yan Haozhe nodded lightly, and she smiled happily, saying that she had guessed right, and lamented that his memory is so good that he can draw so vividly without sketching the scenery.

(End of this chapter)