Chapter 612: Mom Doesn't Want a Younger Sister Either

Tangyuan was sitting in her mother's arms, and Song Moting was driving.

The three of them were walking on the road.

Baozi was different from Tangyuan, Baozi went to kindergarten.

Tangyuan was still free for half a year, and he would go to kindergarten next year.

"Tangyuan, let's go shopping today."

Song Moting had been frowning since yesterday.

The old father hadn't slept all night, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Who could be more worried than him.

Oh my God.

His son had superpowers.

He could see through walls.

Could he be even more powerful?

The problem was that he couldn't believe it.

The couple took Tangyuan with them today just to go out for experiments.

Song Moting thought about it all night, and none of them knew what the extent of his son's ability to see through eyes was.

They didn't know how this ability started.

Could this ability evolve, or was there a possibility that it could continue to improve?

They didn't know even more.

The only thing that was certain now was that Tangyuan could see through a wall, and that was beyond doubt.

Last night, Song Moting didn't dare to hug his wife to sleep when he lay in bed. He was worried that his little Tangyuan would look over from the next room and see what they were doing.

That was the annoyance in his heart.

Since childhood, the couple had slept next to Tangyuan.

He was afraid that the child would cry when he woke up at night without anyone to accompany him.

Now, Song Moting felt that he was transparent as if he was not wearing any clothes. It was too embarrassing to be seen through by his own son.

The two-year-old kid was so powerful now, Song Moting was upset.

His wife was already worrying enough.

Now there was another son.

Song Moting felt that his life was completely difficult.

It was his responsibility to protect his wife and children, and now his shoulders were heavy.

In the rearview mirror, he saw Jiang Xiaoxiao and Tangyuan laughing heartlessly.

Song Moting sighed deeply.

What can he do!

He wants to become stronger.

He must become stronger.

He wants to become the kind of person who can call the wind and rain, and whoever dares to touch his wife and children will die a miserable death.

No, it should be that they don't even dare to think about it.

Song Moting feels that he has a long way to go.

Being strong is not just about talking.

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at Song Moting, whose face had not been good since yesterday, and felt guilty.

There is no way, this can't be kept secret for long.

Don't tell Song Moting.

Once Tangyuan is exposed, it will be a fatal disaster.

I originally wanted to send Tangyuan to the nursery to save Fan Xiuying and Jiang Laoshi from being too tired.

The children in the second sister's family still need to be picked up by their parents, and now there are Tangyuan and Baozi.

Although Mrs. Song is willing to take care of Tangyuan and Baozi.

Jiang Xiaoxiao is worried.

Fang Xiaohui and Song Mohuan live opposite.

Every time she goes back to the Song family, she feels uncomfortable.

After all, that is where they have lived for three years.

Now someone else has suddenly moved in.

It would be strange if she could feel comfortable.

But I also know that the old lady was confused at that time, and I can't escape being too stingy.

It's easy to invite gods but hard to send them away.

Jiang Xiaoxiao dared to send Tangyuan to nurseries and kindergartens.

This is a time bomb.

Tangyuan didn't know how to cover it up, and it would be exposed easily.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was also worried.

Peach tree, peach tree, can't you be more worry-free?

Space will not answer.

Tangyuan bit his fingers happily and looked out the window curiously.

"Mom, what is that place? It's so high!"

The place Tangyuan pointed to was the most famous palace.

"It's high, I'll take you there next time. It's a museum."

Jiang Xiaoxiao explained helplessly.

Song Moting and his team chose a suburban Great Wall attraction, which has not been fully developed. There are not many people, but it is vast enough, which is very suitable for field training like them.

Little Tangyuan didn't know that he would have a lot of troubles in the future.

The car stopped at the foot of the mountain.

Song Moting held Tangyuan's hand. This child is very independent and usually doesn't let anyone hold him.

Don't hold him if he can walk.

He is a child who is particularly worry-free.

Jiang Xiaoxiao held Tangyuan's other hand.

I feel mixed emotions.

My peach seems to have too much effect. Should I find a special peach for Song Moting to eat, so that the three of them can become like Wonder Woman?

Or maybe the electromagnetic king in some sci-fi movie?

If that's the case, Jiang Xiaoxiao doesn't know what path they should take in the future?

I'm a doctor. I said I would cure diseases and save people, but now I'm trying to save the world.

This path is a bit wild.

Last night, Jiang Xiaoxiao went to the space to see that the peach tree in front of Lingquan really produced fruits that were different from the previous ones.

The previous fruits were all fruits with different effects for human diseases. Now I suddenly found that on that basis, a special fruit would be produced every time.

I didn't see the transparent fruit of Tangyuan, but there was a new and strange fruit, which looked quite creepy.

It was a bit like a rotten peach that was chased down from a high altitude and turned purple. It looked very uncomfortable.

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't dare to do anything on her own.

Since she found out that the peaches in Lingquan have special functions, Jiang Xiaoxiao has become much more stable. Now she is only responsible for picking peaches, but she doesn't dare to try.

Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs, and she was afraid that one day she would turn into a monster with horns on her head, which would be terrible.

So peaches bear fruit every six months. Jiang Xiaoxiao is responsible for making peach juice and dried peaches, and putting labels on each bottle, but she never dares to mess around.

This time, Jiang Xiaoxiao would never dare to mess around with this peach.

But seeing the special effects of Tangyuan.

Jiang Xiaoxiao's heart was pounding.

What if eating these peaches really turned him into someone like the X-Men, what should he do?

Try it or not?

There must be a need for the weirdness of things.

Is it the end of the world?

Jiang Xiaoxiao smiled bitterly. He lived to be over 80 years old in his previous life and didn't see the end of the world. It's unlikely in this life.

Song Moting looked at his wife with a worried face.

OK! The couple's brows are now more and more locked.

Song Moting himself laughed at how life was like this.

"Tangyuan, are you having fun out here?"

Tangyuan was so proud that the steps he took were unbearable to look at.

"I'm happy, Mom, Dad is with me to play, I'm always happy, Mom and Dad, I wish you could be like this forever, otherwise Tangyuan will be too lonely."

He sighed like an adult, Jiang Xiaoxiao gave him a chestnut.

Tangyuan immediately covered his forehead and looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao with an accusing look, "Mom, do you think I stole Dad, so this is revenge? Tangyuan is too pitiful, other people's parents love their children the most.

Our family is very different, Dad loves Mom the most, Mom loves Dad the most, Tangyuan is pitiful, but fortunately, Tangyuan still has Brother Baozi and Aunt Yiyi, but soon there will be more friends at home.

I just don't know if she will be as crybaby as the little sister of the fat man next door.

In fact, I don't like crying little sisters, Mom, or you can send your sister away. Tangyuan thinks that the little sister may not be very cute, although I like to braid her hair, which must be a very happy thing."

Tangyuan complained seriously.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was struck by lightning and touched her belly.

Stumped?

Tang Yuan nodded, then shook her head in a condescending manner, "Mom, you don't want a sister either, do you?"

Song Mo Ting looked at Jiang Xiao Xiao, and Jiang Xiao Xiao looked at Song Mo Ting.

It's over, it seems like there really aren't any good friends this month.