One Hundred and Eight Types of Newspaper Office

"This is my toy, give it back to me!" The little boy took the toy from the shelf and grabbed it with a boy in red.

"Mom, mom, someone wants to grab Tutu's toy, ah, help!" Tutu called out to his mother, but he didn't let go of his hands.A toy sports car is snatched between them.

"Big head son, what are you doing!" Wei Qun's mother looked at them strangely, and after paying attention to the toys in their hands, she understood what had happened.

"Big head, how can you bully the little brother? Let go. Mom taught you manners!" Wei Qun's mother spoke to the big head angrily with her hips on her hips.

"Mom, but, okay!" Datou gave up the remote control car model in his hand, bowed and apologized to Tutu. "I'm sorry, little brother."

"Hu Tutu! Are you making trouble again!" Xiaoli's mother chased after her, holding the limited-price sale celery she just bought.

"No, Mom!" Tutu lied while shaking her head, afraid that her mother would be angry!

"I'm sorry, I didn't educate my son well. Ah, I'm sorry, kid!" Xiaoli spoke nervously, looking at the apron's mother.

"It's all right! Auntie, it's just a little conflict, so goodbye!" The big head greeted politely, and left the toy area in a sudden change of form.Wei Qun's mother also nodded and left with a smile on her face.

"Huhu, Tutu, look at how polite his child is, if only he were my son!" Xiaoli's mother complained and envied.

Tutu said, "That mother is very gentle, I want her to be my mother too!"

Xiaoli looked at Tutu in shock, and complained powerlessly: "Ah! My naughty little son!"

"I'm just a spectator! System?" Chi Huo is now a salesperson, and he asked the question thoughtfully.

"The task is to watch! Alright, let's go!"