Gu Nuanxi picked up the little guy, walked to her husband's study, knocked on the door, "Husband, our dad will come over later, come out quickly when you finish your work."
After saying that, without waiting for a response, he hugged his son downstairs again.
The living room of the villa in Yenan looks bigger than that of the Jiang family. The family of three lives and the space is obviously much spacious. The living room of the Jiang family is also very large, but there are many people living there, which makes it visually crowded.
The noble and cool marble floor tiles were laid with thick white cushions last class, and they walked quietly.
Three or two servants at home were busy. When Gu Nuanxi appeared, the servant placed the fruit on the table for Gu Nuanxi to eat.
When the little guy saw it, he immediately threw away the teething stick in his hand and wanted to hold the big apple and nibble.
"I haven't even come out of my teeth, and I still want to eat. Let's talk about it first." Gu Nuanxi picked up the teeth grinding stick that her son was still on the sofa and handed it to him, "It's not dirty or clean, it's not sick to gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gna
Bar."
The little guy looked at the teething stick that he threw away, but he just didn't raise his hand to pick it up.
After a while, Jiang Chenshao appeared, bent down from behind the sofa, and picked up the small meat bag on the cushion.
Holding his soft and slim son in one hand, she sat beside his wife, "What are our dad doing?"
"What else can I do? No one at home is playing with him anymore. The old man is boring alone and comes to have fun." Gu Nuanxi said while gnawing on the apple.
The little guy stared at his mother's mouth, and he could still hear the crackling sound of his mother chewing the apple, and his unyielding saliva remained on his jumpsuit and the back of his father's hand who was holding him at the moment.
Jiang Chenshao took the paper, wiped the back of his hands, and wiped his son's mouth. He smiled and said, "My son is so greedy that he drools."
Gu Nuanxi handed over the apple that she had gnawed a few bites and fed it to her husband's mouth. Jiang Chenshao opened his mouth and followed the apple that was gnawed in his wife's hand.
The little guy sat on his father's lap, looked up at the couple greedy for him.
The little guy was angry at him when he looked at his parents, and his little body was so angry that he wanted to cry.
When Gu Nuanxi handed the apple to her son, the little guy was ready to cry and immediately recycled his expression. His pink and tender mouth opened, and his body leaned forward excitedly, intending to chew towards the apple.
At this time, Gu Nuanxi took back the apple, "Hey, I won't let you eat it."
Seeing this, the little guy curled his mouth and opened his mouth and was about to cry again.
"Give it, let you eat it."
The bad guy Moma handed the apple over again and teased the little guy.
"Ah, ahhh" the little guy's mouth opened, and he took back his crying feeling freely, trying hard to eat apples.
Gu Nuanxi became addicted to playing and took back the apple. She chewed it with a "crack" on her mouth, "I won't let you eat it."
Jiang Chenshao looked at the poor little guy with a smile on his lips.
"Buzz, wow~"
The little guy cried, he really cried this time.
All the tears came out.
Mr. Jiang has gone now, "Grandpa is here."
Mr. Jiang appeared and heard his grandson crying. He suddenly felt that he was possessed by a glorious person and needed him to save the world. The highlight moment of the world was coming.
Mr. Jiang walked over, picked up the aggrieved little meat bag, and hugged his cute grandson with milky milk. "Be good, tell grandpa who is angry with my grandson again?"
Jiang Lao Shen-level translation: "Oh, you mean you miss grandpa and want to cry?"
“Woo wow wow ~”
Old Baby Jiang hugged her grandson, "Don't cry or cry anymore, grandpa is here to accompany you."
Gu Nuanxi's shoulders twitched with smile. She felt that her son was lucky enough to not understand human words, otherwise he would be so angry that his grandfather would cry again.