Chapter 64

Cheng Huan was extinguished by a word of this person, and he did not dare to get it anymore. Eat quietly when it doesn't exist.

But she wants to be quiet, others don't think so.

Xingxing chopped the sauerkraut, and did not finish the sauerkraut. The sauerkraut was still dragged on his chin. He squeezed the remaining half into his mouth with his hand, chewed it, swallowed it, and showed his sense of existence with a mouthful of oil.

"I look good too!"

It's all about him!

Cheng Huan gave his son a nasty look, and the other person laughed again. He leaned over and wiped the oil stains on the children's mouth, looked carefully, and then surely said, "Our stars really look good."

This is true. Cheng Huan and Jiang Mingyuan have good genes, and the stars will be long. Although they are still small, the five senses can already see that Junxiu comes. Even the short legs look better than their peers. Children grow older.

The little guy must be very happy to get his dad, but he still has to ask his mother to express his position. He is so entangled in word skills that Cheng Huan is annoyed by him. If he doesn't look good, he will make trouble.

Xing Xing was satisfied, and ate another big mouthful of food happily. He bulged his cheeks and said inarticulately, "Mom, you look good!"

Then he was knocked on his head. Cheng Huan held his face and taught, "Don't talk while eating."

The child who said good things but didn't report well had a wronged face, obediently chewed the contents of his mouth and swallowed it, then opened his mouth wide: "Mom, I'm done!"

"Ok."

"Can I speak now?"

"Say it."

The little guy was very arrogant, staring at his hips, opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. After a long stun, he squeaked out, "This fish is delicious."

Cheng Huan: "..."

After eating, as usual, Jiang Mingyuan washes the dishes, cleans up and plays with the stars, and then gives him a bath.

"Go on." This is not the first time Jiang Mingyuan has done the job, Cheng Huan surrendered his son with confidence.

The house is small in size and there is only shower in the bathroom. Before bathing his son, Jiang Mingyuan took off his suit, unbuttoned his shirt, rolled up his shirt cuffs, and rolled up his pants a few more times. He turned on the warm air and waited until the temperature in the room was high before he began to undress the stars.

When Cheng Huan gave Xing Xing suits, the little ones were generally very good, but if they replaced Jiang Mingyuan, they would become a little devil. Cheng Huan stayed outside, and he could calmly treat the fun in the bathroom.

After taking a bath for twenty minutes, Jiang Mingyuan was wet as usual when he came out. Cheng Huan was used to this. She opened the closet and took out the clothes to be washed and passed them: "Go and wash too."

Jiang Mingyuan nodded and took it. Cheng Huan took out a hair dryer to blow the hair to the stars. The three were separated by a frosted door. The sound of water and the sound of the hair dryer were intertwined, messy and harmonious.

After blowing his hair, Cheng Huan stuffed his son into the quilt and took out the storybook to prepare a story for him. The little guy quit.

"I want Dad to tell stories."

"Okay, you are the one who has the final say." Cheng Huan squeezed his little nose, put the storybook aside, and sat down to play with his mobile phone.

Jiang Mingyuan came out of the bath, simply dried his hair, and was ready to leave. He knocked on the door and walked into the bedroom. He saw his son's face looking forward to beckoning to him: "Daddy, can you tell me a story?"

He froze, not knowing what happened.

"Go, your son already hates me." Cheng Huan looked disgusted, hummed, pointed to a stack of storybooks beside the bed and told Jiang Mingyuan.

Jiang Mingyuan hesitated slightly: "I ... haven't tried it."

"It's okay, just read the book." Cheng Huan has a wealth of experience as a child who flickers, and Wen Yan imparts experience to him: "Anyway, it is used for hypnosis."

Jiang Mingyuan: "..."

"Okay." Accepting this setting in his heart, Jiang Mingyuan straightened his lips and walked over, picked up a storybook, turned to one of the stories, looked around, and just stood beside the bed to start speaking.

He was tall and standing by the bed was quite deterrent. The star looked at him sideways and leaned his little hand out of the bed to recruit him: "Daddy, sit down."

There is only a chair in front of the dresser in the bedroom. The cushion is pink and matches the color of the frame.

Jiang Mingyuan glanced, paused, put down the book and waited for a while, turned and went out, and after a while, moved over to a dining chair.

He moved the chair to the bed, sat down to open the storybook, and read the story from the beginning.

The story told to the children is very simple. The protagonist of this story read by Jiang Mingyuan is a crow.

The crow hated his dark feathers and was incompetent. He felt that the peacock was beautiful, and with the accumulated envy and jealousy, he finally gathered the courage to ride the night to steal the peacock's hair and insert it on himself.

The feather penetrated through the skin and penetrated deep. The crow resisted the pain and felt that he had finally become beautiful. However, the bright tail feathers on the black crow appeared to be indecent. Not only was it not good-looking, but it also caused a mockery from friends.

The story is quite educational. The ending crow understands that he is the best, and learns to appreciate himself. He returns the feather to the peacock, admits his mistake to the other party, and is put in an animal prison for transformation.

However, Xingxing's focus is not on punishing wrong things and not always being jealous of others. He is only curious about what a crow looks like.

Jiang Mingyuan had a storybook on his leg and looked at the son on the bed, sighing imperceptibly. He took out his cell phone, searched for the crow, enlarged the picture and put it in front of the stars: "Like this."

"It's so cool!" For a boy over four years old, black is the best color in his mind. Stars stared at the crow on the picture, and then retracted his head after reading: "I think the crow is more beautiful than the peacock!"

"Well." Jiang Mingyuan gave a light reply, closed the book in his hand and set it aside, he got up and quilted the stars, and whispered, "It's time to finish the story."

"But I'm not sleepy." Xing Xing opened his eyes, staring at his father eagerly, Jiang Mingyuan was softened when he looked at him, and said, "Then what story do you want to hear? Dad tells you."

The little guy made a long hum from his nose, his eyes turned and said, "Daddy, can you tell me about the new house?"

Jiang Mingyuan glanced at Cheng Huan and saw that she showed nothing, so she sat back and said yes.

"The new house is a three-bedroom and two-living room, and each bedroom is equipped with an independent toilet ..." Departing from the textbook and work, Jiang Mingyuan's explanation seemed extraordinarily dry, but the stars listened with interest and kept asking various details. Compared with the current place.

"There are three bedrooms, one for the mother, one for the stars, and one for the guests." Jiang Mingyuan's tone didn't fluctuate. After watching the children's faces, he added: "You are older, and then you and your mother Sleeping together will be joke by other children. "

Xingxing's mouth was so high that he stared at Dad for a long time, then raised his head to look at Cheng Huan at the end of the bed, his voice bemoaned: "Mom!"

"Huh?" Cheng Huan looked up from the phone screen and glanced at his son: "What's wrong?"

"Dad won't let me sleep with you!"

"Oh, yes." Cheng Huan nodded rather agreeably. "You are an older child and you should sleep by yourself."

The mother who had high hopes stood ruthlessly on the opposite side of her. The stars were hit by the result. Her mouth was like a puffer fish. She fell asleep and stuffed herself into the bed again, only two eyes were exposed, and she hummed heavily. I tried to get myself back: "I don't sleep with you!"

Cheng Huan shrugged, oh a cry, especially ruthless.

She doesn't actually exclude the stars from sleeping with herself, but just read a report two days ago, saying that children of five or six years old are already in the budding stage of sexual concepts, and parents should not feel unprepared if they don't understand.

And ... the little guy is so curious and sometimes inconvenient.

For example, the last time Aunt Cheng Huanlai accidentally dyed the sheets while sleeping, and the next day when she saw the stars, she asked in horror whether her mother was injured, so she did n’t know what to say, and coaxed for a long time. Only then did he believe that his mother was not sick and dying.

So no matter how unhappy his son is, he has to sleep in separate beds.

On the whole, Xingxing is a very optimistic person. He was only upset for a while when he learned of bad news. Before Jiang Mingyuan thought about how to coax him, he figured it out, and he was resurrected and asked about the new house.

"Dad, where are my toys?"

"The toy is upstairs. Dad has packed a large toy room for you. You can play with the toy and take the elevator up."

The elevators in the apartment were directly entered, but Xingxing didn't know that he thought he was like his own home and ran up to open the door again.

So Jiang Mingyuan told him the difference of the elevator again, and even told the house he lived in again.

He owns a three-story apartment by himself. There are a lot of free rooms. After hearing the stars, he didn't understand: "Why should the room be empty?"

"Because no one lives."

"My mother and I can live." Xingxing changed her position, slept on the bed in a large font, and looked at his father with a crooked face. "Dad I don't want to go to the elevator to play with toys."

He didn't really understand the kind of home elevator, he always found it very troublesome to go up and down.

Jiang Mingyuan looked at Cheng Huan with some hesitation.

"It's okay, let him live with you." Cheng Huan said slightly, and said calmly afterwards.

Anyway, it's just going up and downstairs, it doesn't make much difference where you live.

However, he didn't get the little guy in this way. He had to take a step forward: "Does the mother live in a big house alone? Why does the mother come to live together?"

No matter how dull Cheng Huan was this time, she found that the problem was wrong. She put her mobile phone in her pocket and walked to the other side to look at the stars. Her eyes were dangerous: "Say, what do you want to do?"

Stars were frightened by her mother's tone and shrank back into the bed, but what to say is that he snored through the bed: "I want my mother and father to live together."

After saying a word, he was bolder, opened the quilt and started to complain: "Don't have the parents and mothers of the children who live together, you are not together! You are all bad!"

Although Xingxing doesn't know why everyone's parents are sleeping together, it must be right!

He stared, thinking energetically.