"He grabbed the pen holder from me." Gu Ziqian said confidently.

"Pen Holder"

Mu Wanyu thought about it, but still didn't remember "what pen holder"

"It was a gift I gave to my dad, and he almost snatched it."

When Mu Wanyu heard this, she glanced at Gu Yichen, "Son, you said, your gift to Dad"

"Well, I made it myself." Gu Ziqian said aggrievedly.

"Ah, it's wrong again, son"

Mu Wanyu hugged Gu Ziqian into her arms, "Show Mom, what pen holder did you make for Dad?"

Mu Wanyu excitedly looked at Gu Yichen with a serious iceberg face and said, "My son's gift to you for the first time." ”

Gu Ziqian ran around and took out an orange pen holder from his schoolbag, which was his favorite color recently.

The pen holder is made of plasticine, and there is a twisted starfish pattern on it, so you can tell that it was made by a child.

Mu Wanyu was surprised, "Son, this is what you did"

"Well, the teacher taught it, and I made a raw gift for my father."

"Ah, my son knows that my father is about to give birth," Mu Wanyu was surprised.

"Yes." Gu Ziqian said with a pen holder.

Mu Wanyu took the pen holder in his hand, looked at it uncontrollably, and said with an envious look towards Gu Yichen, "What my son made for you is not mine." ”

Su Shan ate a handful of dog food, wiped the cold sweat on her forehead, went upstairs, and felt that this environment was not suitable for her, more than the air did not exist, the key is that the heart can't bear it, and now the children will do manual work, the key is to pay them back, with high appearance, filial piety, and death

When Gu Yichen heard this, he took the pen holder in Mu Wanyu's hand, squatted in front of Gu Ziqian, looked at him for a few seconds, and hugged him, "Thank you." ”

"But, Ziqian, it's not right to bully children, you know" Mu Wanyu still emphasized this sentence.

I only heard the man say, "It's not necessarily a bad thing, after this time, probably no one dares to provoke him, as for whether he has friends in the future, it depends on who will be bold in the future." ”

After a pause, I only heard the man comforting, "Don't worry, there will always be one or two who are not afraid of death." ”

Mu Wanyu's face twitched, Gu Yichen's attitude became too fast, the key is that he still has words, and a pen holder will buy him.

What a person

What a person

What a person

Gu Ziqian was hugged by Gu Yichen, and he could still see a happy face, the key was that the pen holder was still very ugly, but the jealous Mu Wanyu hissed and went to the fire.

The corners of Mu Wanyu's aggrieved eyes were wet with jealousy, "My son didn't give it to me." ”

"That's before you got there."

Gu Ziqian hugged Gu Yichen's neck, "Dad, Dad." ”

When Gu Yichen heard this, he looked at the person in his arms with a doting face, "Hmm"

"Dad, there are books on Dad's desk, this color is good, you can put it on Dad's table."

When Gu Yichen heard this, he took the twisted and twisted pen holder made of plasticine, and looked at it in his hand, "Well, it's good, bring it to the office tomorrow and look at it every day." ”

When Gu Ziqian heard this, he smiled with satisfaction, "Hmm." ”

Mu Wanyu said to Gu Yichen, "No, you have to put this in your office."

Mu Wanyu thought about it, and the president's office, and thought of the plasticine pen holder, and was shocked by the painting style.

I only heard Gu Yichen's shameless pampering, "My son's first gift, of course, is to look at it every day." ”