The President’s Five Children

A few little ones were stunned.

I did not think that mommy had such a fetish when she was a child!

In response, Anna thought nothing of it and shrugged her shoulders, “It’s nothing unusual, right, how troublesome it is for a girl to wear a skirt with long hair, it’s not convenient at all.”

“Convenient for what?” Amad asked curiously, “Not convenient to go out and play?”

When she went to the grassland last time, she did also feel that pants were more convenient than skirts to come.

Anna raised her hand and coughed, “Convenient for fighting.”

The words fell silent in the living room.

No one said anything and Anna, a little uncomfortable, started to justify herself, “What’s wrong with that, after all, Bruno was on my ass every day, he looked like a girl at that time, and he was always being bullied.”

As an older sister, of course I had to harden my fists to protect him.

“In that case …” Amad thoughtfully flipped the album back a few pages, his eyes getting more and more complicated, “Standing next to Mommy, this girl in a dress, is actually… …”

“Yes, that’s your uncle.” Anna nodded.

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Later that night, Bruno came home from the office and realized that a few of the little ones were looking at him strangely.

Every now and then, they could be heard snickering.

Go ahead and ask, and a couple of the little ones still won’t say anything.

“Mom,” Bruno had to ask Mrs. Newman, “what’s wrong with Enoch, Amad and Mordecai, why do they keep smiling at me.”

“Probably envying you as a child.” Mrs. Newman replied.

Envious of him as a child?

“What’s there to envy, I didn’t even have snacks when I was a kid, I was miserable, okay? These kids, they’re just too full to know how hungry they are!” Bruno muttered and went back to his room.

Just as he walked to the bedside, he discovered the old photo that the three little ones had intentionally placed on the quilt.

A rush of anger and blood rushed to his heart, and he screamed loudly and miserably.

Help, his face is all gone!

“Sis, sis, come out and control your son and daughter, I’ve lost my pants!” Bruno rushed to the next room and knocked on the door desperately.

If he didn’t take care of it, how could he establish his uncle’s majesty in the future?

But after knocking for a while, there was no movement in the room.

Mrs. Newman came up, “Stop knocking, your sister and your brother-in-law are not at home.”

Out?

“It’s their first day home today and they’re planning on staying out all night.” Bruno gives his own mother the eye candy, “Even smearing my perfect image in front of a couple of little ones, Mom, you’ve got to help me!”NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“How old are you to ask me for help,” Mrs. Newman shook her head helplessly, “They both went back to THE Robertson family, and as for that picture, I showed it to them.”

What!

Bruno was stunned, “Mom, why did you do that?”

What does his own mom get out of ruining his image!

“I thought it was cute as a kid.” Mrs. Newman was unimpressed, following up with a lowered voice, “I was seeing that Mordecai was a bit formal and not too familiar with things around the house, so I took it out.”

It turns out that forgetting to immediately have a picture of Bruno in a dress.

It was a lapse.

Hearing about Mordecai, Bruno’s weepy expression tightened a bit, “So how is he now, adjusting?”

Mrs. Newman replied, “I’m not sure, he’s fine during the day anyway, it’s just a matter of the night, if he doesn’t wander off when he’s lying in bed, he should be settling in!”

She truly hopes that Mordecai can make this place her home.