Mr. Lun fell from the sky

From winter to spring, Xiao Lun also has his own errand in the club --- teaching fencing.

Every Friday afternoon and Saturday.

Mr. Mu has a lot of opinions on arranging Xiao Lun's whole day on Saturday.

Because he didn't talk to Xi Shuo for a week, saying that Xi Shuo did it on purpose, it was revenge against him!

Xi Shuo said: Why should I retaliate against you?

Mr. Mu: I don't know, I forgot, anyway, he is dissatisfied with me and wants to take revenge on me.But there is one thing, Xiao Lun is with you, if there is a slight mistake, you will never see the sun the next day!

Xi Shuo said: You can scare me to shit, this baby is so scared (Oh, it’s true, it’s a captive one, I really need to take care of it, it’s better to be my free-range rabbit)

Thinking of Mu Xiaotu, Xi Shuo was really scratching his head.

Xiaohe was restrained to review the system, and Xi Shuo could only be taken out for feeding and walking on Sundays.

President Mu is on duty there on Sundays, dealing with all matters in the club.

Mu Fengzhou tapped his knuckles on the desk: this class is a bit awkward, he stroked his chin and thought: Can my Xiao Lun teach on Sundays, why does it have to be Saturdays?

On Sunday, I can go to and from get off work hand in hand with him, that must be a good feeling.

The reason Xi Shuo once gave was: some students who came to learn special skills on Saturdays can come to fencing class after finishing the special class.

If you, Mr. Mu, are not satisfied, Xiao Lun will also come to teach on Sundays.

Confused Mr. Mu, he greeted Xi Shuo's ancestor eighteen times in his heart.

Xi Shuo is not afraid of him, anyway, everything is OK after Xiao Lun is settled, no matter how dissatisfied you are, Mr. Mu, but Xiao Lun has no objection, oh ho!

It is indeed Jiang Zi, Xiao Lun once said a little bit that the class schedule is a bit small. . . . . .

Xi Shuo said: "The one in your family, he is always squatting when he arranges a class for you for a day and a half. How dare I arrange more for you?"

So, if Xiao Lun is allowed to teach on Sunday, Mu Zhonglun will be very happy.

At this time, Xi Shuo was taking Xiaohe to eat skewers, and told Xiaohe how his paralyzed face turned into a constipated face. Xiaohe was in a good mood hahaha, and ate 20 more skewers.

Everyone has their own way of love -- Xi Shuo's love for the little rabbit is: do everything he likes, as long as it is something and request that does not harm the principle, all go along.

Doting on Xiaohe, Mu Xiaotu felt that she was working hard: after saving the solar system, she went to save the Milky Way (Emma made me tired), and after that, she brought her two little wings to the human world, only then did she meet Oudi Xi Guo Guo ~

But Mr. Mu's love for Xiao Lun still can't get rid of the disease of "I'm older than you and I have the final say", he does his own way and loves freedom!

The deep reflections at grandma's house during the Chinese New Year have long since been flushed down the toilet.

Xiao Lun just had a cough, and Mr. Mu's kitchen was also noisy: stewed pears with honey!Bingtang Banana!Sugar steamed eggs! ! !Forcing Xiao Lun to eat several meals a day. . . . . .

As a result, my throat became inflamed (caused by eating too much sweet).The internal medicine came and went to the dentist to see the teeth. . .Cough cough, uh, what is inside, it seems that there is no need to say more about the reason.

It's June, and the weather forecast says - it will rain tomorrow, Mr. Mu prepared a sweater for Xiao Lun the next day.

Xi Shuo couldn't bear to look at the silly Xiao Lun who was so used to Mu Fengzhou's thinking.

He took several sets of clothes from his store, and whenever Xiao Lun was taken out like a rice dumpling, Xi Shuo stuffed a bag into Xiao Lun's hand: "Change out when it's hot, and wear this suit" and said Turn around and leave.

Mu Fengzhou: "Hey, have these clothes been washed? Have you sterilized them with ultraviolet rays?" Xi Shuo's car had already driven half a mile away.

Xiao Lun likes to drink millet porridge, and Boss Mu wished he could buy all the rice granaries.

Mr. Mu kept reminding himself: Xiao Lun likes to drink, isn't it just millet porridge?We can afford it.

For a week without heavy samples, Mr. Lun drank so badly that he had diarrhea!