After Getting Amnesia, I Accused My Gong of Trying to Steal Our Children

    3022 July 27, Huayuan Road, Qingyuan District.

    The weather this summer is very good, the clear and transparent sunshine always shines on the sky blue star, and the sky rarely makes violent storms to affect people's life rhythm.

    But when it came to Jingman's birthday, it was abnormal.

    When Jingman got up in the morning and took the bear to walk on the street, he saw the sky was foggy.

    The gray and white clouds were thick and heavy, and the sun's rays had been eaten up.

    The wind swirled the clouds and continued to push down, wishing to devour the tall buildings, the cedar plane trees, and the pedestrians on the street.

    But...today is the last day when you can walk with the big bear in person. According to Brother Mu, by 3032, the big bear will be dead and dead.

    So he deliberately let the children rest and took the bear out alone.

    This is less than half of the journey, and the golden retriever doesn't seem to be venting enough energy, and he is still swaying his big tail forward.

    I saw him stop at this moment, and the big bear stopped as well, tilted his head and smiled, asking the master how did you stop?

    How cute is the bear!

    One sneeze ended, two more hits, and a cold war on her body.

    Xiao Sang was the first to react, and ran over and pulled Jingman's clothes to make him crouch down. I touched my father's forehead to see his temperature.

    I found that my father was back, and other children ran over to surround him.

    Xiaojin frowned slightly, looking like a little adult: "Dad, you don't have a cold, right? I heard you sneezed three times! The weather forecast said it was going to rain. Well, you don't wear a little more."

    Zhizhi took the dog leash from Jingman: "Is the big bear good today? Dad hasn't walked him alone for a long time, and he is very happy when he sees it."

    Baibai kissed Jingman on the face and sent her wishes: "Happy birthday, Dad! Happy birthday! I'm the first person to wish you, right? It was after twelve o'clock. I'm about to say it, but you don't agree to knock on the door!"

    Ah.

    Jing Man recalled, at twelve o’clock last night…

    He didn't notice the knock on the door.

    Brother Mu's voice can make people's ears pregnant, he was messed up and down into a paste...

    So according to this, Bai Bai is not the first person to send blessings.

    But! There's nothing wrong with making out with your lover at night, and there's no need for a father to disappoint his child in such a small matter.

    The corners of Jingman's lips curled slightly, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he made up a lie: "Yes, baby Baibai is the first to wish Dad a happy birthday, and Dad wishes you happiness forever!"

    The other cubs were not happy to hear this, and shouted happy birthday to dad.

    At noon, Yan Xiuer and Jing Hanyang also took time to come.

    The family opened a box in Long's and had a beautiful meal.

    Long's food never disappoints, and it is not much better than the banquet they usually eat. Jingman's parents are full of praise for it.

    After eating, they sat chatting, but it was raining outside.

    Jingman and his cubs stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows to watch the rain.

    He suddenly exclaimed, and his eyes fell on Mu Cangzhou: "Oh, you can't go to the playground when it's raining!"

    Their original plan was to take the children to the largest playground in Qingyuan District for a day of fun. After all, tomorrow is going back to the future, and the last day must be fulfilled.

    Mu Cangzhou thinks this is not a problem: "It's all right, there are indoor projects in the playground."

    Jing Man shook his head stubbornly: "No! It's not comfortable to play on a rainy day."

    Seeing him frying Mao Mu Cangzhou felt cute in his heart, but his mother-in-law and his father-in-law were in front of him, so he couldn't rub Jingman around, so he asked softly: "Then what do you want? Sample?"

    Brightly, "Go home and check the homework for the child."

    Because of race, the additional homework assigned by the teacher is not the same for the cubs.

    Jingman is a pure human being. At first, every time he got this, he had a headache and felt that time passed by like years.

    Now that he has learned a lot of relevant knowledge, he finally has no headaches, but it is still a difficult task for him.

    If he had to be fulfilled, he couldn't find anything more fulfilling to do.

    When the rain is a little lighter, Yan Xiu'er and Jing Hanyang retire first.

    Before they left, Jingman pulled the two of them to take a photo.

    He opened his mouth, wanting to confess the absurdity and drama of his life in the past two years. But in the end, I just said take care of my body, and didn't say much.

    Although I can't really accompany my parents, there will be another person who will spend the past ten years with them.

    Wait back to the future and inherit the memory, the two parties will not have the feeling of missing out at all.

    …

    As soon as she got home, Jingman excitedly began to check the children's homework.

    But, his cub is too good...

    Except for some places where Fanfan is too lazy to write the process and skip the answer, and Xiaosang feels that some topics are meaningless and do not want to write, there is no problem with the rest of the cub's homework.

    The hard work of being a father was correct for a long time, and I didn't pick out any mistakes, and there was no sense of accomplishment at all.

    So, the eyes fell on the cubs.

    Since children become human, they have mastered this skill very quickly, and have never easily become a prototype again.

    Boringly moved two furry and warm miniature white tigers, Jingman squinted at the other cubs.

    It’s been a long time since I saw the golden dragon cub, the lush peach blossom tree, the Medusa whose hair is anti-gravity and whose eyes are as sharp as a blade, the cute and soft as white and noble as a little angel An elegant little zombie with an air of despair.

    Peach blossom eyes glanced at the cubs, Jingman smiled and said: "Today is Dad's birthday, so you have to listen to Dad for everything, right?"

    The cubs don't know, so you look at me, I look at you, and they respond with a lot of face: "Of course! What Dad says is what he says!"

    Jing Man geared up: "Then... Dad has no other wishes, just wants to see your prototype."

    "What are you doing? Let me change."

    The author has something to say:  In the next chapter they go back to the future, and then the text ends.

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