Four-year-old Jiang Wanwan's favorite thing to do is think. For example, one of the things he has been thinking about most recently is whether his mother loves him or not.
He asked Jiang Yingchi more than ten times, "Dad, Mom doesn't love me at all, why did she give birth to me?"
Jiang Yingchi flipped through the quarterly financial report in his hand, pushed up his blue light blocking glasses, and said calmly, "Your mother's love for you is a love hidden in her heart."
"Something's not right."
Jiang Wanwan frowned slightly.
Jiang Yingchi glanced at him: "What's wrong?"
So, Jiang Wanwan said in a very philosophical tone: "The teacher said that the love of parents is passionate and great, and as a baby, I must feel very happy."
Jiang Yingchi: "So you're not happy now?"
Jiang Wanwan hesitated for a moment, then said, "No, not really."
"Then shut up."
"dad……"
"Shut up."
"Okay, Dad."
Although Jiang Wanwan loves her father very much, is very attached to him, and admires him, she is also most afraid of him.
Because his father will let him know why the flowers are so red.
However, the topic of "whether my mother loves me or not" did not end pleasantly, so Jiang Wanwan went to her room to ask Siri in a sullen mood.
He's four years old now. He's not very tall, but he's incredibly handsome (from Jiang Wanwan's confidence).
But it's strange, why can't he be as omnipotent as his father?
Dad can lift him up with one hand and let him sit on his broad shoulders. He will take care of him, feed him, dress him, teach him to play games, and pick him up from kindergarten every day.
Ah, what a great dad. (From Jiang Wanwan's honest opinion.)
But he turned out to be a slow learner.
After suddenly realizing this, Jiang Wanwan began to panic.
Dad can know that his son is a slow learner, but he can't let Mom know that he is a slow learner, otherwise the reason why Mom doesn't love him will become: because her son is slow learner.
Jiang Wanwan's strong sense of pride couldn't accept it.
Since she can't type, Jiang Wanwan can only speak via voice while holding the tablet:
“Hey Siri”.
[exist. ]
“Hey Siri”.
[I am here. ]
“Hey Siri”.
[Yes, is there anything I can help you with?]
Jiang Wanwan, who has a very strong sense of ritual, was finally satisfied.
First, I thought about it seriously.
He propped his head up with his hand, his round, dark eyes clearly defined. His curly hair was a mystery; it was hard to tell who he inherited it from, since neither his parents nor his grandparents had curly hair.
My classmate Xiaomei said: You might be an adopted child.
Because of Xiaomei's words, Jiang Wanwan was in a daze for a whole day, and was especially afraid that she was not her father's biological son.
However, when Dad found out what he was thinking... well, he got a beating.
Getting beaten up is a good thing, because it makes Jiang Wanwan firmly believe that she is her father's biological son.
Xiaomei also said: "Spare the rod and spoil the child. Parents will only beat their own children. They can't bring themselves to hit children who aren't their own."
啊，打是亲骂是爱，江丸丸感觉给自己找了一个心甘情愿挨揍的理由。
Siri has disappeared.
Jiang Wanwan reactivated Siri.
Then, in a very serious tone, she asked Siri, "What should I do if my mom doesn't love her little baby?"
The system is recognizing this sentence.
Then the answer came out.
A mother's love is like a towel, wiping away my tears when I'm sad. A mother's love is like a bottle of iced tea, quenching my thirst when I'm thirsty. A mother's love is like a magical power, helping me when I need it and solving my problems. The combined power of a mother's love is boundless, limitless, and endless...
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