There was an assistant who was specifically teasing him, and he also used various dolls and rattles to make sounds to attract his attention. In the end, they all failed. The little guy heard a buzzing sound and approached him, but he didn't cooperate at all.
All the flesh was resisting.
Every time the teacher squatted down and was about to start, the little guy would shake it and make the teacher dare not take action. "Baby, look at this little bear." Even the teacher was teasing the little guy.
Gu Nuanxi was reluctant to exert force on her son. She was holding the little guy in a baby way, "Son, shh, I'm not afraid to hold you with mom, you see, your dad is also by your side to protect you."
Jiang Chenshao stood by his side, looking down at the crying tears flowing from the corners of his eyes to the little guy behind his ears.
After becoming a father, Jiang Chenshao's heart became softer than cotton.
His harshness to his nephew back then made him mistakenly think that he would be very serious after becoming a father, and his son's tears would not make him soft-hearted.
At this moment, Jiang Chenshao was still cold, but his heart was soft when he looked at his son's crying little face.
"We are a little man, good son, don't cry or cry, mom tells you a story?"
The little guy looked at the stranger and resisted the people around him.
He looked at his father, crying one after another, and tears flowed.
Jiang Chenshao sighed in his heart. He bent down, untied the robe on the child, and picked up his crying and sweating son.
He raised his hand and gently wiped his son's tears with his palm, "God, don't cry, isn't dad by your side?"
Gu Nuanxi stood up and said softly: "Husband, I don't want to hold his head hard."
Jiang Chenshao sat in the seat just now with the child in his arms.
He said to the barber: "No need for a robe, I just held my son and let him lie on my shoulder to get a haircut."
The barber said: "Mr. Jiang, if you do this, your hair will fall on you."
Jiang Chenshao didn't care at all and said casually: "It's gone. How can a father dislike his son's hair?"
Without the scary robe, the little guy didn't need to look directly at the terrifying people. He whispered his aggrieved little mouth, but the crying stopped.
When the barber walked in again and was about to start, the little guy cried immediately. When he wanted to move around to resist, Jiang Chenshao's big hand directly pressed the back of his son's head to limit his behavior. Jiang Chenshao looked at him with his head.
He looked sideways and asked the barber to push his son's hair.
A bunch of broken hair fell and fell directly on Jiang Chenshao's precious suit. He didn't care.
"Mr. Jiang, sorry."
The little guy was crying loudly.
Jiang Chenshao: "It's okay, continue to get a haircut and end it early."
The employees in the first floor store basically put down their work and ran away to see the true face of the young master of General Jiang's family.
But unexpectedly, I saw Mr. Jiang's scene of being so warm and full of fatherly love. Of course, there was also a little guy who was embarrassed and cried like a bun.
Gu Nuanxi held the child's little claws in his hand and bent down to appear in his sight, "Baby, it's just a while, it doesn't hurt. Let's get a haircut and go home to play for grandpa to see who's head is good?
Mom, look at my little baby, why do you cry so ugly?"
The little guy cried even more painfully, "It's neither ugly nor ugly, my mother said it wrong."
Another bunch of hair fell on Jiang Chenshao's shoulders. Because of the close distance, the broken hair fell into his neck.
After a while, when he changed direction, the teethless little guy cried so hard that his saliva flowed out, wetting his father's shoulders and falling a bunch of wet stains that belonged to him.
Gu Nuanxi took out a tissue to wipe the little guy's tears and wiped his mouth, "Where is Dad? Shanjun, where is Dad? Huh, where is Chen Shao?"