Murphy was almost done chatting with her mother. She leaned forward on the sofa with a smile on her face and shouted, "Huahua, Huahua, come over here and say goodbye to grandma!"
After shouting twice, a small figure ran over from the staircase. Her small steps were very smooth, and there was even a "hehe" sound of laughter mixed in.
"He's here!" Mo Fei smiled, handed the phone over, and said, "Huahua, tell grandma, bye bye, see you!"
But when her gaze shifted from the microphone and fell on Little Momo, who looked like a little kitten with gray hair, Mo Fei's voice suddenly stopped, and she was dumbfounded.
Is this gray baby still my precious son?
At least his voice is still the same. Tong Tong excitedly pressed his two gray paws on the sofa and shouted into the phone, "Bye-bye, grandma!"
Perhaps he heard the English on the other end of the line, so he imitated Huo Yao and said, "See you!"
Murphy snapped out of her daze. She hurriedly said a few words to her mother and hung up the phone. Then, she stared at Tong Tong, who was still hopping on the sofa, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Yang Xiaosu!" Murphy was both angry and amused. "What have you done?"
Tong Tong was immersed in his own happy little world and did not notice the change in his mother's mood. He even raised his head and smiled radiantly at his mother.
"How did you get yourself into this state? Where were you playing just now? "Murphy helplessly asked as she held up the little fella's dirty paws.
"Just, just, Huahua, I was playing with Steamed Bun!" Tong Tong blinked his big innocent eyes and explained, "I was painting. I was painting!"
"Steamed Bun brought you to be mischievous?" Murphy looked at Tong Tong suspiciously.
Tong Tong was not deliberately making things difficult for his teammates. He simply thought that Steamed Bun was "wallowing in the mire" with him! Therefore, after listening to the first half of her mother's words, she automatically ignored the little puppy in the second half and happily nodded her little head.
Fortunately, Murphy was still skeptical and did not believe Tong Tong's words. She carried the little fella and went to the staircase to check.
After turning the corner, Murphy saw the mess on the walls and floor. Her face instantly darkened.
"Oh my god! Yang Xiaosu, look at what you've done! " Murphy was both angry and amused as she put the little fella down. Then, she put her hands on her hips and stared at the innocent little fella. She said in a slightly reproachful tone, "You even threw the responsibility to Steamed Bun. Does Steamed Bun have the guts to mess up the house like this?"
Murphy clearly forgot that Steamed Bun once had a "glorious record" of tearing paper towels all over the floor. (Last year, Yang Yi used paper towels to set up a formation in the staircase for Xi Xi and Tong Tong to play a game.) Although it was not entirely Steamed Bun's fault that time, the other three big fat cats who attacked first ran away and left Steamed Bun to be scolded, Steamed Bun was still involved!
Murphy may have forgotten about this incident, but Steamed Bun still remembered it. When his masters were angry, they were very scary. He had been scolded many times and was even locked up in a small dark room a few times!
Therefore, seeing that little Sisaku was "pitifully" scolded, Steamed Bun mustered up his courage, ran over from the side, and stood between the big master and the little master. He even raised two forelimbs and put them on Murphy's thighs enthusiastically.
"Huo huo..." Steamed Bun could not stand properly. He fell down and spun around twice before he exhaled and stood up.
It was as if he was helping to stop the fight so that Murphy would not blame Tong Tong.
Little Momo seemed to have sensed his mother's anger this time. He reached out and scratched his face, leaving behind two gray streaks. His eyes, however, were darting around as he secretly glanced at his mother, who was helplessly standing with her hands on her hips and looking at his "battle records". His mother's expression clearly said, "You're in trouble!"
What should I do?
Tong Tong did not know either! He could only stand there helplessly, not daring to move. He even tried his best to blink his innocent and cute big eyes and pretend to be pitiful...
Luckily, Steamed Bun's "sister" helped to stop her. Otherwise, his mother would have held his little butt down and given him a good spanking!
Murphy was actually trying to think of a solution, but after looking around, she finally sighed helplessly. She imitated the accent she saw on TV and said, "It's over, Yang Xiaosu. Mom is telling you, you're in big trouble! Even Mom can't help you make up for it! "
What was there to make up for? Other than a few black handwriting on the wall, there were only messy marks made by Tong Tong with the tip of his pen. Thus, the bottom of the wall looked like a field that had been plowed. It was full of potholes and was a terrible sight to behold!
When Murphy thought of Yang Yi, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly. She said to the little boy in a bad mood, "When your papa comes back, he has OCD. He'll definitely go crazy when he sees the mess you made on the wall!"
Little Mommy knew that he had really gotten into trouble and was even scolded by his mother. His initial excitement had long disappeared without a trace. Gradually, his panic and helplessness took over. One could see that the rims of his eyes had turned red and his little mouth had pursed …
He did not cry. This was just a sign that he was afraid of being scolded.
She watched as the little boy aggrievedly moved closer to his mother and then carefully grabbed her hand. Although he did not make a sound, his pitiful appearance still softened Murphy's heart.
"Okay! Mom will give you a bath first and then mop the floor. Look at you, your head is covered in dust. " Murphy hugged Tong Tong lovingly and said softly, "Don't be naughty next time!"
In his mother's arms, little Wanchen felt a little more at ease. At this moment, the tears that were welling up in his eyes slid down his little face. He sadly buried his little head in his mother's arms, not wanting to be scolded anymore.
...
In the evening, Yang Yi, who was not the main character, found an excuse to sneak away. He did not attend the dinner party. Instead, he went to pick up Xi Xi and Lan Xin to go home.
When he arrived home, Yang Yi did not put down his car keys and Xi Xi's school bag. Murphy walked over to him and held his hand while trying to hold back her laughter. She said, "Come here. Let me show you what your precious son did this afternoon!"
Tong Tong was happy to see his sister, but when he heard his mother's words, he panicked.
Didn't MaMa help me clean the floor? Why did she betray him again?
"No, no!" The little guy cried out anxiously, but when he thought about how he was unable to stop such a big daddy with his small stature, his expression turned into one of fear. He whimpered a few times, grabbed his sister's school uniform skirt, and hid behind his sister's little butt.
Xi Xi looked at her parents in confusion. Then, she grabbed Tong Tong's hand, which was tightly grabbing her skirt, and asked curiously, "Little brother, what did you do?"
...
The floor had been cleaned by Murphy, and Tong Tong was not as dirty as he was at the beginning. However, when Yang Yi saw the pockmarked wall, his reaction was exactly as Murphy had predicted!
He was conflicted!
He looked conflicted!
After listening to Murphy's explanation, Yang Yi did not know whether to laugh or cry at the mischievous Tong Tong. However, he still looked at the messy wall with a conflicted expression.
"This is not easy!" Yang Yi looked at it for a while, then said to Murphy with a bitter smile, "His scratches are destructive. I want to add some drawings to cover it up, but I can't change it!"
The method Yang Yi was referring to was similar to when Xi Xi was not very good at drawing. In order to make her happy, he would deliberately make her scribbled drawings into a complicated rework and turn them into a magnificent painting!
However, Tong Tong's drawing was not good. It was messy, full of crooked carvings, and most importantly, it was not symmetrical!
"Then we can only get someone to repaint the wall or put up some tiles. This way, Tong Tong will not damage the wall! " Mo Fei asked with a smile, "Fortunately, he is not tall. It's just the lower part of his body that is suffering. We just need to stick the tiles below it!"
"This is not a solution …" Yang Yi pondered. He reached out to touch the wall and said, "Oh yeah, what did he use to scratch? Why is the wall in such a mess? "
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