Chapter 1154

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Back to Rong residence, Rong Shao felt bored when he wanted to go on a business trip.

Yanyan took off his suit coat, put it on his shoulder, and put his hands in his suit trouser bag. Xie Jun's face was breathtaking under the crystal lamp.

Similarly, Rong Xiaoshuai.

He sat on the carpet and played with the building blocks. Jiang Peihua was watching TV and Mr. Rong was practicing calligraphy in the upstairs bookstore.

Without one person, the family feels a lot deserted.

Hearing the footsteps, Jiang Peihua said without raising his head, "you're back."

"Yes." Rong Shao's voice was stuffy. He strode to the sofa and sat down. Looking at his son, he couldn't help but stretch out his foot and kick his little ass.

"Rong Xiaoshuai, didn't you see your father coming back?"

The Young Marshal reluctantly made a sweat wiping action, "it's so annoying."

Rong Shao stared, pinched him and took him to his arms. "Who learned this sentence from?"

"Learn from Ma Ma." Young Marshal (⊙ o ⊙).

Rong shaonu, "who bothers your mother?!"

No, his women dare to provoke him. Is it boring?

Young Marshal, in line with the good moral character that children can't lie, pointed at him with fleshy fingers.

Rong Shao pointed to himself and sneered, "you say I'm annoying your mother? No, your mother says I'm annoying? Shit, Rong Xiaoshuai, who taught you to lie at a young age? Put out your hand and hit your palm!"

"Grandma ~" the Young Marshal moved the rescue soldiers in a coquettish way.

Jiang Peihua stretched out his hand, grabbed his grandson back into his arms and stared at his son, "who allows you to beat my baby grandson? You dare to beat his little palm. Do you want to be beaten?"

Rong Shao pulled his tie and howled, "Mom, you're eccentric!"

Jiang Peihua didn't seem to hear his howling. He looked at the time, reached out and touched his head, stuffed Xiaoshuai into his arms, "it's getting late. Go take a bath for Xiaoshuai and coax him to sleep."

"You a man can't take a bath by yourself. Are you ashamed, huh?" Rong Shao looked at the little meat ball in his arms with contempt, proudly held him and went upstairs.

Jiang Peihua make complaints about the living room, though she is a mother, but she has to Tucao: "Rong Yan, do you dare to be more naive?"

In the bathroom, Rong Shao was putting bath water. While putting bath liquid to make bubbles, he said to the little guy standing aside, "take off yourself and come here."

The little guy said very seriously, "Ma Ma takes a bath. It's all Ma Ma off!"

"I'm not your mother. It's no use for me to act like a spoiled child. Take it off quickly. Do you want to wash it?"

The Young Marshal's ruddy little mouth tooted and reluctantly raised his small short arm to lift up his clothes. This small arm is small and short leg. It's hard to take off his clothes. His clothes are stuck in his head and can't be taken off.

He was worried: "Oh!"

"Ha ha..."

Rong Shao sat on the edge of the bathtub and watched him turn around like a small top, laughing heartlessly.

“(╯^╰)！” The Young Marshal sat on the floor and stopped moving. His head was covered with clothes and his white belly was bare.

"Angry?" Rong Shao held back his smile, stretched out his hand to hold him on his leg, started to free him, and didn't forget to teach: "how can a man be so small, like a little girl."

“(╯^╰)！”

Take off his clothes and put him in the bathtub. Rong Shao wet the towel to wash his face. The soft towel rubbed his fleshy cheek badly, and the whole face was almost deformed.