The Good Mother System

You punish me, depending on whether you want to punish my mother to cook one more dish for us to eat for a long time, or to accompany us to read the book for a long time. "Shan Jingqiu kept responding, without any impatience.

Of course, Lin Jiujiu won't be scared anymore at this time, but she came prepared today. She had already made plans for homework and memorizing texts. At least it would be nothing to pretend to be in front of her mother at night.

"By the way... for a long time..." Shan Jingqiu suddenly hesitated.

"What's wrong with mother?" Lin Jiujiu left her mother's arms and stood in front of her, a little dazed. Why did her mother suddenly stop talking.

"These boys... are your classmates?" Shan Jingqiu said with some difficulty, as if after a difficult choice of words.

As her mother's voice fell, Lin Jiujiu suddenly remembered something. She turned back stiffly, and could almost hear the sound of bones moving from her neck.

The four boys behind were laughing and beckoning to her and Shan Jingqiu, they suddenly stabbed each other, and shouted neatly: "Hello Auntie!" The voice was majestic, and it attracted passers-by to this gathering subconsciously.

The wise Qianxian must have made a mistake. Lin Jiujiu, who thinks he is well prepared today and can maintain his image as a master in front of his mother, is very desperate now. Her little brothers not only can't read books, but also fail to succeed. Why have to find a sense of presence in front of her mother.

Her eyes drifted across the heads of the little brothers--

It is known that now my mother has discovered that she has four friends: friend No. 1 yellow-haired non-mainstream, friend No. 2 curly ruffian, friend No. 3 picks and kills Matt, friend No. 4 Afro fool, and has greeted her mother at the same time. How can she explain the rationality of the appearance of these four weird hairstyles that should obviously not appear on the students?

Lin Jiujiu, who faced life's problems, wanted to cry without tears.

Today, can she still hold her little vest tightly?