Chapter 668 I’ll Make the Bed

A little guy who was hugging the chubby guy at the same table saw the situation here and immediately pushed the person in front of him away. Then he ran over with a pout:

"Jiang Tingxu!"

While roaring, he bumped Zhao Xiaopeng away from the top class with his little butt, and got into his mother's arms openly.

Don't underestimate the possessiveness of children, it is doubled.

Jiang Tingxu couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry, but he still gently pulled his son out of his arms:

"Ning Ning, you can't be so rude!"

The little guy pouted and didn't respond.

Jiang Tingxu looked at Zhao Xiaopeng again with a smile:

"Xiaopeng, shall we go there?"

Obviously, the two grown men should still chat for a while. If they continue to stay here, they are attracting too much attention. It is better to change places.

The two children didn’t have any objections:

"good."

Jiang Tingxu dragged the tent distributed by the school and found a higher place:

"That's it."

Well, set up camp.

"Jiang Tingxu, Ning Ning help you!"

"OK!"

"Auntie, Xiaopeng also helps."

"Thank you Xiaopeng."

A certain little man who was full of vinegar groaned a few times, but finally stopped when Jiang Tingxu's eyes stopped him.

It’s not difficult to set up a tent!

However, many parents who had been here for a while were still working on it.

Usually they don't take action, but now they all showed up, and there were quite a few people.

There are nearly a hundred children in the whole school. At this time, about two-thirds of the parents are still working on their tents. Some are even finished here and crooked there, and there is a wailing sound.

On the contrary, the one that arrived last was actually done in just a few clicks, and it was made very strong.

The two children on the side were almost dumbfounded:

"Is this good?"

Listening to his son's questioning, Jiang Tingxu chuckled:

"you try."

The little guy got into the tent and rolled around:

"Well, not bad!" commented.

Zhao Xiaopeng clapped his hands vigorously:

"Auntie, it's great. It's amazing. My dad hasn't finished it yet!"

In the end, he deliberately belittled his own father!

Over there, the two grown men were chatting about the same thing. Zhao Kui stepped forward and said:

"Ma'am, please take care of my Xiaopeng. Xiaopeng, see you uncle and aunt again."

"Goodbye, uncle and aunt."

Zhao Kui also spoke out again:

"Master Mo, Madam, you have to go get the tent, see you later."

"see you later."

After the Zhao family father and son left, Mo Boyuan glanced around and saw a brand new tent set up with his son's name hanging on it:

"Honey, have you done it?"

Jiang Tingxu didn't need to answer. A certain little guy had already answered directly for his mother:

"Dad, Mrs. Jiang heard that Mrs. Xu was so awesome, she just finished setting up the tent in a swish!"

"Well, your mother is indeed very powerful!"

What a generous compliment.

If my wife doesn’t praise herself, who will she expect to praise her?

Lao Wang next door?

Mo Boyuan picked up the luggage on the ground:

"I'll make the bed."

The man volunteered, and Jiang Tingxu rarely stopped him. He took his son's little hand and sat aside.

Mo Boyuan is quite fast and can make the bed in just a few strokes. From this point of view, he is much more reliable than other fathers.

After the paving was completed, the man waved to the mother and son:

"Come in and sit down."

Then he found a small fan usually used in dramas from his bag, fixed it with a clip above the tent and blew it.