Fu Xiaochen scratched his head embarrassedly, and the full confidence that he had just patted his chest was now like a balloon that had been punctured.

"Mommy, I won't." Fu Xiaochen pouted and said, "Daddy has always let me go to class, and he hasn't taught me how to play plastic......ine at all."

The little expression of grievance and loss made An Yi feel distressed, and hurriedly said, "It's okay, Mommy will teach you." ”

After all, comfort is to study design, and there is still artistic talent. Little by little, he taught Fu Xiaochen how to choose the right color, pinch out a beautiful shape, and how to combine them.

An hour later, An Yi watched Fu Xiaochen pinch out the second piece of colorful things and fell silent again.

Why is it that he can make such a terrifying thing when he breaks it down step by step?

Fu Xiaochen looked at the beautiful beauty in An Yi's hand, and then looked at the things he had pinched out, his mouth was flattened, and he almost cried.

"Mommy ......"

"It's okay, it's okay." An Yi took the little guy into his arms and coaxed softly: "Maybe Xiao Chen's talent is not in pinching plasticine, you see that other children are not as smart as Xiao Chen, how powerful Xiao Chen is, right?" ”

This did not comfort Fu Xiaochen's children, he was very sad and depressed and said: "I'm not like Mommy at all, Mommy, you don't hate me?" ”

He's not normal like her, and she's not his biological mother.

But looking at Fu Xiaochen's full of dependence, An Yi still laughed: "What nonsense are you talking about, you don't have to be like me, you are you." Mommy likes you the most! ”

"Really?" Fu Xiaochen asked: "Do you like Xiaochen more than you like Daddy?" ”

An Yi thought of Fu Liting's handsome face, and lost his mind slightly.

Does she like Fu Liting?

"Mommy?" Fu Xiaochen gently tugged at his comfortable hair: "Or does Mommy actually like Daddy more?" ”

Thinking of this, Fu Xiaochen was so sad that he didn't know how to react: "Mommy, you just said that you like me the most." ”

An Yi blushed and liked the two of them...... It's not the same. But seeing Fu Xiaochen caring so much, he unconsciously showed a smile: "Of course, Mommy likes Xiaochen the most." ”

Ahem!

There was a sudden sound of throat clearing at the door, and the two looked up, not knowing when Fu Liting was standing at the door, followed by Special Assistant Yu Hua.

It was Yu Hua who made the sound.

Fu Xiaochen lay on his comfortable chest and showed a smug little look at Fu Liting.

He said Mommy would like him!

So that Mommy won't leave him!

"Yu Hua, send the little master back." Fu Liting raised his eyes and said with a smile: "I heard that he is not good at learning German, let the teacher help him make up for it." ”

Fu Xiaochen's round little face suddenly collapsed.

How could a stinky old man do this!

But with such a move, he still has no way at all!

It's so angry!

Yu Hua looked at the little young master sympathetically, stepped forward and said softly, "Little young master, let's go." ”

"Mommy." Fu Xiaochen shrank into An Yi's arms, hugged An Yi tightly, and struggled unwillingly: "I don't want to go to class." ”

An Yi also couldn't bear it, and looked up at Fu Liting: "Mr. Fu ......"

Both of them looked at Fu Liting pleadingly, and under such a gaze, Fu Liting was a little overwhelmed.

Their mother and son are actually very similar, especially those eyes, which are pitch black and round, as if the black water has fallen into the white mercury, which is clear and bright.