It was true that the letter was sent by Erdan, and it was also true that the content on the letter was written by Erdan, but among these "correct" things, there was something that did not belong to a child's handwriting that suddenly stood out and was simply blinding.
Chen Lie pursed his lips into a line, pressed the paper for a while, then took a deep breath and picked it up.
On the paper, it was him.
To be more specific, part of the top is rolled up to reveal the abdomen and waistline.
The lower body...is not dressed properly enough...
The waistline of the boxer briefs is about... four or five millimeters higher than the trousers worn outside...
At first glance, it seemed fine. Looking closely, there was nothing out of the ordinary. But the more I looked, the more I felt confused. I couldn't even say whether Chen Lie was wearing the right clothes or not. I wanted to tug at them...
This is just a display of the lack of proper vocabulary. If Su Qinghu were asked to say "it's hard to say", she could directly give him an accurate adjective!
Sexy!
It's not just the eroticism, but also the strong sexual tension that's about to burst out of men...
Chen Lie looked at himself in the painting, who was dressed in a sloppy manner. He closed his eyes, opened them again, and wiped his face fiercely.
In the limited time he spent with her, he had never done this...dressed in a way that was disrespectful to lesbians!
It’s very…
She was completely imagining it!
Blame him!
Chen Lie took a deep breath, looked at the snow-white ceiling, and reminded himself that next time he went back, he must have a good talk with her and teach her how to write a letter!
Su Qinghu didn't know that Chen Lie had received the letter. He was disturbed by his own painting, which looked serious but secretly burned with masculine charm, and began to reflect on whether there was anything wrong with his usual dress.
She was now staring at Erdan, who was standing at the bedroom door.
"Mom, did you take my things?!" Erdan tried to smile. "It's just the things in my drawer."
"Ah?" Su Qinghu said innocently, "What's in your drawer?"
Erdan was very well-behaved. "My colorful clay figurines, picture books, and marbles."
"Oh, you're talking about this." Su Qinghu nodded and said casually, "I took it."
"Then can you return it to me?" Erdan tried to smile kindly. "If you can't return it to me today, you can return it to me tomorrow."
Su Qinghu spread his hands and said, "That's impossible. I've already sent it to someone else."
The facial expressions and actions are extremely irritating.
"Then why didn't you tell me?" Erdan yelled, rushed directly to Su Qinghu, raised his little face, and shouted at the top of his voice, "If you want to take my things, you should ask me first. If I am willing, then I will give it to you. Don't you know?"
"Ah? Can't I just take it? Why should I ask you first?" Su Qinghu looked at him from a distance, "Is there anything in this house that I can't take? You can take my things without my permission..."
"But! But! But you said you would respect us, not touch our things, and not enter our room without permission!" Erdan was so angry that his eyes turned red. "You don't keep your word! You're getting fatter by breaking your promise! Just wait, if you keep this up, you'll become a fat man!"
He said that those things were still there when he looked at them last night, and they were also there when he took out his hidden pocket money before going out today, but they disappeared after he went out.
He wondered if there was a thief at home, but the valuables in the house and his passbook were all kept safe, and the remaining three cents were also there.
It’s impossible for a thief to come and steal his colorful clay figurines and picture books, right?
Although he thought these were very precious, the thief didn't know!
After much thought, the only person left is the new mother.
"Respect is mutual. I respect you, but do you respect me?" Su Qinghu's voice began to grow colder. "You touched my things and entered my room casually. I don't know if you did anything I didn't know about."
Erdan was stunned and looked at Su Qinghu, "But you never said I can't enter your room or touch your things."
That's true.
but,
Su Qinghu wanted to teach them a lesson, so naturally he couldn't nod. "I didn't say it, but I set an example. Think about it carefully. When I wake you up every morning, do I rush into your room directly? When I change your sheets, do I ask you first?"
Erdan is weak.
It seems to be what she said...
"I was wrong, I will change next time. But can't you learn from other parents?" Erdan was so angry that he wanted to stomp his feet when he thought about his baby being sent out and even being touched by others.
He doesn't want anyone touching his things!
Su Qinghu: "What to learn?"
"Learn how to beat a child!" Erdan was furious. "You're so smart, why do you need me to teach you something like this?"
Dadan clenched his hands hanging on both sides of his body into fists, and he really wanted to beat up his stupid little brother.
What are you talking about!
Su Qinghu humbly asked, "I'm sorry, I really don't know how to spank a child 365 days a year, every day in a different way. How about you introduce me to a family that's an excellent example of spanking a child, so I can learn from them?"
Seeing Su Qinghu's serious expression and eagerness to try, Erdan muttered, "Why... why do you need so many moves? Isn't spanking a child just to make them hurt? It's enough to make them remember!"
Big Egg: "That's you."
He didn't want to go through the days of being chased and beaten again.
Erdan yelled angrily, "I was wrong, can't you just beat me up?!"
Why do you have to say so much when you're beating someone up? Can't you just get it over with quickly? Just beat them up and be done with it!
Su Qinghu said slowly, "You beg me? It's useless to beg me. I don't have the tools."
"I don't have a ruler or a belt or a bamboo stick." She shrugged. "I can't help you."
The ruler at home is a bit old and cannot be used to scratch the child's butt.
Erdan was really about to cry this time, especially when he saw Su Qinghu looking back at her innocently. If she didn't hit him, would he never get his things back?
"I will never enter your room again, and I will never take your things again." Erdan lowered his head and hugged Su Qinghu's legs. "Please, help me get my things back..."
Su Qinghu looked at the little guy rubbing his head against hers and raised his eyebrows. If the hard way doesn't work, then he's going to try the soft way?
What a pity, the timing is not right today, and his flexible behavior has been wasted.
"How can I possibly get something back that I've given away?" Su Qinghu remained unmoved. "Forget it."
"Why can't I get it back? If you want it, I'll write to my dad tomorrow and ask him to send your painting back to you." Erdan's eyes sparkled as if he saw hope. "Not only can it be sent back, I can also get you a birthday present."
"If that's the case, can you help me get my things back?"
Erdan was full of anticipation.
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