Chapter 1100 Three Games

Mo Boyuan was not interested in the mentally retarded snake game. He just started playing it because he really couldn't bear to see his son's tricks and was too stupid to bear to watch.

I didn't plan to play anymore, but I got hooked by some villain.

The little man's hands tightly wrapped around his father's waist, and he lay on top of his father:

"Don't leave, don't leave!" His tone was fierce.

Mo Boyuan put his hands on the sofa. It was quite easy to get rid of the prisoner's little guy. However, the next second, after seeing his son's eyes full of pleading, his heart softened for a moment.

He said in a deep voice:

"Sit down first."

The little man seemed to have heard something and looked up his head again:

"Dad, do you agree?"

Mo Boyuan raised his eyebrows, has there ever been a time when he failed to keep his words? Otherwise, why is this brat still questioning?

"Agree!" he said.

Immediately, the little guy smiled, a very happy smile, climbed down from his father's lap, and just like before, he knocked his furry little head on his father's chest, enjoying himself very much.

Mo Boyuan had a look of disgust on his face for a few seconds, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

The game continues to start, and there are now 56 levels. This version only has 80 levels in total, and there are still 24 levels left, all of which will be cleared.

No wonder the little man is so excited.

Children care more about winning and losing than adults!

When it reached the seventy mark, Wen Jie came out of the kitchen. Apparently, the ribs had been cleaned and marinated.

Now, just wait until the time is up and you can put it in the pan and fry it.

After I came out to drink some water, the landline in the living room rang.

Come forward and connect:

"Hello~"

"Mom, it's me."

"Ranzhi?"

"Are you going to fry sweet and sour pork ribs tonight?"

uh-huh?

Wen Jie looked outside the door, wondering: No one was there.

How did the son know?

"Are you clairvoyant or clairvoyant? Can you smell things abroad?" he joked.

That's definitely not the case, it's just that someone sent a WeChat message right away.

"No matter what, I want it too!"

Phew~

Hearing her son's childish words, Wen Jie couldn't help laughing:

"That will have to wait until you come back!"

Otherwise, is it really possible to follow the phone line and smell it?

On the other side of the phone, Gu Ranzhi hummed:

"When I come back, I want three sets!"

"Okay, okay, when will you come back?"

"the day after tomorrow."

The mother and son chatted for a few words and then ended the phone call.

Jiang Tingxu asked curiously:

"Aunt Wen, who is it?"

"Your brother!"

"Oh, my brother, does he want ribs?"

I have to say that the two brothers and sisters understand each other quite well.

Wen Jie finally understood how her son knew about making sweet and sour pork ribs at home.

"It's not like you don't know your brother."

When Wen Jie was young, every time Wen Jie fried sweet and sour pork ribs, the brother and sister would quarrel and even fight.

"Oh, how much did he want?"

"Three sets!"

etc!

"Three sets? Didn't he say he wanted two sets before?"

Well, one plate is for him to eat, and one plate is for Wangcai to eat.

As for where the wealth is? Who is Wangcai?

Only he himself knows that.

Shameless, I actually asked for an extra plate!

Wen Jie seems to be used to it:

"Okay, okay, just give him three plates and let him have as much as you want!"

Look at the difference.

Sure enough, it is better to treat a daughter than a son!