2137: C2137 How Many Children of the Same Type Are There

C2137 How Many Children of the Same Type Are There

Zhou Mengzhu waited for a few minutes and still did not see her daughter come out. She got up and walked to the bathroom.0

When she opened the door, she saw that her blood pressure was rising.

"Li Shu!"

Usually, husband and wife would call their daughter a baby.

Only when they were angry would they yell with their names.

At this moment, Zhou Mengzhu was very angry.

She was so angry that not only did her blood pressure rise, but her stomach also tensed up. The fetus in her belly felt uneasy and started to move.

Zhou Mengzhu quickly took a deep breath to relax her mood. She gently caressed the fetus in her abdomen a few more times before her tensed stomach slowly softened.

"Mom, I finished peeing. Wash your hands."

Li Baobao played with the water until the basin was full of bubbles. His mother came in and saw him. He even tilted his head and naively told his mother that she was washing her hands.

Zhou Mengzhu pulled her away from the basin and saw that most of the gardening clothes that she had not changed off were wet. As she washed the bubbles in the basin, she said, "You need to wash your hands for so long? Do you need so much hand washing liquid? Look at how much hand washing liquid you used up. "

No wonder the maids always complained that the hand sanitizer was used up so quickly. They clearly used it when they were done cleaning.

It was all used up by Li Baobao.

After helping the little guy clean both of his little hands, Zhou Mengzhu pulled her daughter out. She was a little angry and was too lazy to go upstairs. She called a maid over and instructed the maid, "Bring the baby upstairs to change clothes."

"Okay."

The maid brought the baby upstairs to change her clothes.

Zhou Mengzhu went back to the sofa and saw the red drawing on the coffee table. It had been two hours since she came home from school. Li Dongyang was almost home from work, but the red drawing of the baby had not even finished a line.

She could not help but use her phone to take pictures of her daughter's homework results and send it to Li Dongyang. She even complained to her husband that when her daughter was studying, she was not very serious and did not even have a tenth of Mu Chu's sitting posture.

She did not say that she wanted to drink water, but that she wanted to pee.

Going to pee was an excuse. She was clearly hiding in the bathroom playing with bubbles and even wet her clothes.

Li Dongyang quickly returned to his beloved wife. He said, "Wife, don't be angry, don't be angry. The baby is still young and doesn't have enough patience. Teach her patiently. She will listen to you."

"Can I not be angry? I am so angry that my blood pressure has soared. My stomach is tight. It scared the little guy in my stomach. "

Zhou Mengzhu was amused and angry as she said, "Seeing that she made a basin full of bubbles, I want to grab a clothes rack and beat her up."

"Wife, violent education is not advisable. We need to be patient and be patient."

"I am about to lose patience. When are you coming back? When you come back, watch over your daughter and do her homework. She's only in kindergarten now. She's just reading, drawing red, writing Arabic numbers. The main thing is to play. She's always like this. "

"When she's in primary school and has a lot of homework, with her learning attitude, she probably won't be able to finish writing until late at night"

"I don't understand. She's the same year as Mu Chu. Mu Chu is only half a year older than her. Mu Chu is good in every aspect. She doesn't even have a tenth of Mu Chu."

Li Dongyang comforted his wife's emotions. "Wife, no matter how envious we are of Mu Chu, it's useless. That's Ye Junhao's daughter, not our daughter. The baby is our biological daughter. Teach him patiently and the baby will improve. 。”

Actually, he was also jealous of Ye Junhao.

Putting aside the fact that Mu was sensible now, even the most naughty of the triplets, Ye Xian, was very serious when it came to learning.

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