Yan Rushan felt that he didn't have the ability to do that, so he raised his hands in surrender, "Can't I just stop teasing them?"
"Ah, go, go." He didn't move. Li Ming, Li Zhen and Li Ji, the three little guys, pulled his pants and pushed him to the side. They didn't know where to let him go, they just wanted him to go.
Pants, my pants are falling off!
Yan Rushan held up his trouser waist awkwardly, luckily he was wearing a belt today.
Zhong Yuxiu and Yan Guofeng laughed out loud, unaffected by his embarrassment. Yan Guofeng had only one thought: who among those raising children hasn't experienced embarrassment? If you feel you haven't, then maybe it's not embarrassing enough.
"Okay, come back, guys, come to mommy." She waved to her three sons.
The little dumplings turned their heads to look at her, then looked up at their father for a long time; finally, they could not resist their mother's call, and three pairs of chubby legs walked over tremblingly.
"Mom." Li Zhen cleverly took the lead in hugging her neck, followed by Li Ming; Li Ji, who was a step slower, squeezed his two brothers, and stacked his brothers' arms to hug his mother's neck. The three little fat boys squinted their eyes happily.
"Mother."
"Love Mom."
"Mom, hug me."
In short, just hug.
Putting her arms around the three little fat kids, Zhong Yuxiu laughed softly, her love for them taking over; she rubbed their little furry heads, their hair so soft that people wanted to touch it again and again.
"You guys are truly my little ancestors." What else can I do? I just spoil them.
The little kids giggled and swayed their little bodies from side to side while holding her; they were quite strong, and with three of them together, she had to use her mental strength to stay still while squatting.
Yan Rushan stepped forward, grabbed each of his sons by the back of their collars, and pulled them up; with their necks, which determined their fate, imprisoned, they involuntarily let go.
“Ahhh.”
Liming and Liji grabbed and kicked around, but they subconsciously avoided their mother; they aimed their claws at their father's hands, and when their father moved them aside, they kicked him a few times.
The kick almost hit a vital part. Yan Rushan lifted the person a little far away, so that even if they struggled hard, they couldn't hit him. The little dumplings were so angry that they screamed and yelled. The father and his two sons almost came to a fight. It was Zhong Yuxiu who stood up and carried the two little dumplings down, saving the precarious father-son relationship.
"You little brat, you came here to collect your debts, and you actually learned how to hit people."
Zhong Yuxiu was helpless about this. Ever since they saw Yan Rushan beating the human traffickers on the train, the three children seemed to have opened the door to a new world; they would not do this to their mother, and they would not protect Yan Rushan so much and would just take action if they were unhappy.
It's a total rip off.
Yan Rushan said to his wife, "We have to hurt their claws so that they don't reach out every time."
This time, Yan Rushan didn't need to say anything, Zhong Yuxiu had already slapped their little butts several times; the two boys were stunned. Their mother would never spank them like this, their butts hurt!
His eyes were red and filled with tears, and he looked at her with frustration; it was as if he was looking at a heartless person, and looking at him made him feel guilty.
Old Master Yan came over with eager eyes, held the two children in his arms and coaxed them; when their parents were educating their children, he usually didn't say a word, at most he would hold the children in his arms to comfort them like he was doing now, and teach them what they could and could not do, otherwise he would beat them.
Zhong Yuxiu glared at Yan Rushan. If he hadn't taught the children that, they wouldn't have wanted to hit anyone. However, the children's behavior of wanting to hit others was wrong in itself and they deserved a lesson.
"Will you dare to hit others again in the future?" Old Master Yan asked while hugging his great-grandson.
Li Mingli Ji looked up at him, tears silently sliding down their cheeks. They didn't cry out loud, but it made people feel even more distressed.
"Alright, alright, don't hit anyone next time. If you do that again, even Great-Grandpa can't save you." Grandpa hugged his great-grandchildren and wiped their tears. "Be good, don't cry. Mommy beats you for your own good, right? How can you beat someone just because you're not happy? It's wrong to do that. Although Great-Grandpa feels sorry for you, your mommy was right this time."
Li Mingli Ji cried even harder, and Li Zhen was dumbfounded; his two brothers were suddenly beaten, and he stood beside his mother, looking at this and that, with a confused look on his face.
"Mom." Lizhen snuggled up to her mother, grabbed her mother's trouser legs with both hands, and looked around with her big eyes.
The two boys cried endlessly, their voices loud and clear. Yan Rushan scratched his head awkwardly, "They cry too much. They cry like this when you're not home. It's been a headache for me, and now they're making trouble again."
"It's all your fault." Although she knew her sons were also at fault, Zhong Yuxiu still decided to put the blame on Yan Rushan. "If you hadn't warned them, would they have hit you?"
Yan Rushan shook his head. "No, but they have to change their habit of hitting others. At least not at home, but if they're bullied outside, they can fight back. Otherwise, if they're so young and start hitting others when they're unhappy, it'll be hard to teach them in the future."
"Shut up." This time it wasn't Zhong Yuxiu who was confronting him, but old man Yan Guofeng, who rolled his eyes at his eldest grandson and said, "You're just itching to do something wrong. Why are you bringing them up?"
Yan Rushan knew he was in the wrong, so he touched his nose and didn't say anything back.
Yan Guofeng snorted coldly: "Forget it this time, the children's habit of violence really needs to be changed. This can't go on. The little ones have bad tempers, and they will subconsciously fight with others in the future. Won't they be guilty?" Even if he wanted to find the parents to settle the score, he had no reason to do so.
Yan Rushan raised his eyebrows, looked at his two sons crying loudly with a calm demeanor, and snorted smugly.
"Come here and stand still." Zhong Yuxiu gave the order, and the two little kids left their great-grandfather crying and walked to their mother, crying out in grievance, "Mom."
"There's no use calling for mom. Just stand by the wall. We need to have a good talk." Children really shouldn't develop the habit of hitting others.
He led the three little kids to the foot of the wall and pointed at it, "Go over and stand there."
The little kids stood against the wall. Li Zhen looked left and right, at his brothers, then at his mother and great-grandfather. He didn't understand what he had done wrong and why he was being punished as well, but he knew he had to listen to his mother.
The two little kids had tears in their eyes and looked at her cautiously; they stopped crying loudly, but shed tears silently, and the tears flowed down their chubby faces, looking really pitiful.
Zhong Yuxiu didn't intend to let them off like this. "Come on, tell Mom, can you change your habit of hitting people at every turn?"
"No, no."
"No, fight."
Well! None of the little ones admitted it.
"Mom saw you kicking Dad, how could she not have hit him? Are you planning to lie with your eyes open to get away with it?" After Zhong Yuxiu finished speaking, the little ones lowered their heads. They knew they were wrong. Although Mom loved them, Mom also loved Dad.
Next time I won’t kick Dad in front of Mom.
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