Abao rolled his eyes to Si Mobai, "That woman is so smelly, how could she be my mother?
Abao's mother is the most fragrant and the most beautiful woman in the world.
Abao wants to marry her when he grows up.
A mother is a mother-in-law.
Listening to Ah Bao's nonsense, Si Mobai stepped forward, picked up Ah Bao, and patted his little buttocks, "Dad's wife dared to snatch him, so she deserves a beating."
"When mother comes back, I will definitely complain to mother that you often beat Ah Bao."
Ah Bao covered his butt and glared at Si Mobai.
"Then daddy and your mother will have a little sister, and let her beat you too."
Si Mobai raised his eyes and looked at the closed door, frowned slightly, and pushed A Bao through the door.
"Mom, I don't want to have a child with you."
As he said that, Abao immediately became wary, "Dad, don't you believe what that stinky woman said?"
Today, his grandmother told him that he had found his mother.
He went there happily, but it turned out that she was not a mother.
She was a very smelly woman.
Not only was she smelly, she was also ugly.
But his grandmother believed that woman's words and insisted on letting him call her mother.
She almost made him angry to death.
"Your father is not stupid."
As soon as the door opened, Si Mobai felt a strange and familiar smell in the air.
His sharp peach blossom eyes glanced briefly and then locked his gaze on the table.
It was a small wooden sword with a small weight underneath. with a letter.
"Mother, it's mother."
Abao's eyes lit up, he struggled and jumped off Si Mobai's hand, and ran around the house on his short legs, making milky milky sounds, full of joy.
"Mother."
Abao went to lift the quilt, but no one was there.
He went to the bathroom again, but there was still no one.
Then he went to open the closet, but still no one was seen.
Ah Bao searched all over for someone who could hide from people, but couldn't find him.
He hung his little head in despair.
Just a moment ago, he looked like a blooming sunflower.
Now he hung his head, like a wilting flower that is about to wither.
Same as son.
"Mother didn't come back."
Abao walked to Si Mobai dejectedly and lay softly on his lap, "Mother still doesn't want Abao."
That cry-sounding voice was heartbreaking to hear.
"No."
Si Mobai handed the small wooden sword to Abao, "This is mother's birthday gift to Abao."
Abao raised his head.
His black jewel-like eyes were wet with grievance and sadness.
When he saw the wooden sword, his eyes instantly brightened.
He stood up straight and reached out to take it, filled with joy.
Look at it, then put it to your nose and smell it vigorously.
After smelling it, Abao was as happy as a little bird, "Daddy, it smells like mother, it smells like mother."
He could smell the smell of his mother on the wooden sword.
Although there were other smells, the smell of his mother was more special, and he remembered it.
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Si Mobai looked at Abao, who was jumping for joy, and smiled lovingly, "Your birthday is coming, and your mother sent you a birthday gift, so your mother didn't abandon you and still loves you very much."
Is the lady really reluctant to come out and meet such a lovely Bao?
A Bao nodded heavily.
He looked at the two little figures carved on the wooden sword and showed off to Si Mobai, "Dad, did you see that there are only A Bao and Mom on it?
There are no Daddy."
Si Mobai glanced at it, picked up the letter on the table, and waved it in front of Abao, "Your mother's letter to your father
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