"Are you showing the clothes for this young master in your arms?" asked the shopping guide.
The four nodded, "Yes, this is our son."
The shopping guide looked at the four people with something wrong. Man? Four? Sons?
Could it be that two pairs of men? Then they adopted a little guy and then raised them together?
Who is the mother? Who is the father?
A story has already appeared in the mind of the shopping guide.
"Get my son a number and let's try."
"Sir, it's not convenient to try children's clothes. Do you know how big the size of children usually wear?"
The four men looked at each other, "Why don't you let me try? I'm afraid that we won't buy it if we try? Just pick up the number, and we'll buy it if we try."
Shopping guide: "Actually, we can get clothes by talking about the size."
Yan Zhenyu: "We don't know the size either."
Oh, it seems that he just adopted it.
The shopping guide looked at the little guy's clothes and they were all good, "I can take a look now."
So, under the ravage of four godfathers, Xiaoshanjun took off her clothes and exposed her fleshy little body. The little guy cried into tears.
The crying made the customers around him look back frequently. The four big men hugged, coaxed, and teased, and their heads were almost blown up.
If the four of them dared to change their own words and refused to listen, and would not give face to coax others, the four of them would have turned against the person.
But today, I was holding a "son" in my arms!
After a while, while changing clothes, another torture began.
The four of them hugged and coaxed them, and later the shopping guide put on new clothes for the little guy.
Once, I had an experience, and several people decided not to try out clothes for the little guys anymore.
In a toy store, what do the little guy likes, "Buy!"
What did the little hand touch, "Buy!"
Seeing the child driving a toy car, Yan Zhenyu pointed at the toy car and said, "Ban."
The shopping guide took it with all his eyesight. The young master went out and couldn't put his trunk in one day's shopping, so he sent it all to the villa in Yenan.
After leaving the fifth baby shop, all four of them were tired.
The little guy was still grinning in his arms and humming.
Yan Zhenyu wiped the little guy's tears with his hands, and Bai Chen immediately took out a tissue, "Don't wipe it with his hands, you can wipe the tears with the paper."
Nangong Zi unpacked the wet wipes and said, "If you take paper and rub our son's skin, you have to use wet wipes."
Zhen Xi: "Didn't you listen to his mother? Wet wipes are used to wipe our son's butt, how can we wipe our tears?"
Yan Zhenyu asked back: "Have you said it?"
Bai Chen recalled, "It seems like he said it?"
Nangong Zi also nodded vaguely, "It seems to be saying something."
Yan Zhenyu later called Mr. Jiang, "What do you use to wipe your tears when your son cried?"
Mr. Jiang: “…”
After hearing the four people's arguments, Jiang Chenshao said: "Why do you chop your hands up?"
The air conditioner was turned on, and a little guy and four men were sweating profusely.
In the children's playground, the children were playing slides inside. When the four of them were holding the little guy in, "Sir, the child is too young to play slides and jumping on the bed."
Bai Chen wanted to argue with others, "Our son is young, why can't we play anymore? Can't we, the four of us fathers, watch from the side?"
The ticket salesperson looked at the four people and was speechless for a moment.
Without further ado, Nangong Zi, who was used to being rampant, asked directly: "Call out your manager and ask where to buy this equipment. We won't let our son play with it, we can buy ready-made ones at home."
When he left, the little guy curled his lips again.