I hit my head every day and told myself not to think about it, and even ate much less meat.
Isn’t that enough? Father wants the fish to tell him, but Father won’t like such a selfish fish…
1002 originally wanted to light a cigarette and watch it slowly, but things didn't go as he imagined.
What happened between the eldest brother and the baby? Why did they break up?
My eldest brother is such a grown-up, why is he still quarreling with his four-year-old fat son?
"Don't you have a mouth? A mouth can be used for more than just eating—"
Before he could finish his words, he was silenced by the main system.
"An Jing, you have to interfere in everything. Do you want him to lose the ability to think independently?"
The main system said this in a high-sounding manner, but 1002 couldn't tell that he was happy to see it happen.
The little fat boy wiped his tears, lowered his head, and rushed to the carriage with his short legs.
Never pay attention to your father again!
When Wu Zhonghe was driven out by the emperor, he thought that the father and son had something to say.
Who knew that after talking for a while, the two of them seemed to have a quarrel, one went out of the palace and the other went inside.
He looked at this, then looked at that, slapped his thigh, and felt that they were all ancestors whom he could not afford to offend.
The emperor and the little prince both loved each other so much, how could it end like this?
"Your Highness, Your Highness, listen to this old servant. Our Emperor holds you dear to his heart. Your Highness, if you only say a few words, how could your father bear to give you the cold shoulder?"
The older one didn’t dare to persuade him, for who knows if he would quarrel with his son and cut him into pieces.
Let me persuade the little darling.
The little fat boy felt very aggrieved when he saw him. He was about to refute in a hoarse voice when he heard what Daban said.
It seems to be him. He is the fat boy that his father loves.
"My prince──" Before he could finish his words, the little fat boy exploded like a firecracker.
"Father!" He just shouted and then fell headfirst. The fat baby looked at the bloodstains on his palms, pursed his lips and didn't cry.
He chased Emperor Mingxi while blowing his fat hands.
The emperor stopped in his tracks. Didn't he want to ignore him? But after hearing his voice, he turned back.
Seeing tears in his eyelashes, His Majesty could no longer maintain his composure. He strode over and grabbed his fat hand. "You're four years old and you still can't walk properly."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the emperor pursed his lips, as if he wanted to change his words.
But the little fat boy grinned and said, "Daddy is about to cry, you love me~"
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