In the evening, Wei Aihua did not dare to take Jun's son back to the bedroom to take a bath, for fear that the little boy would be beaten.
He went to Gu Nuanxi's bedroom, took out the little guy's bathing equipment, stripped him naked in the courtyard, threw him in and took a bath.
In the summer evening, the sky is orange on one side and the glow is thousands of miles away, which is so beautiful.
The dark sky is not dazzling, and the occasional breeze is very pleasant.
The hydrangea flowers in the corner are in clusters, pink and blue, white and elegant, competing for beauty.
There are green plants in the garden, carefully cut bonsais, lotus flowers under the rockery in the pond, and fish swimming in the pond.
In the courtyard, the little guy's clear and clear voice came from time to time. After a busy day, the warmth of returning home relieved some of the fatigue.
Even though the little tiger couldn't speak, in the yard, the uncle and aunt would give him a bath even if his clothes got wet, and they would happily chat with him.
Mr. Jiang was angry with his second son. Where he was, he was not there, and where he was there, he was not there.
Wei Aihua's voice could still be heard in the yard, "It's almost time to wash him. Hurry up and take him back. Look, there are mosquito bites on his little arms."
Jiang Chenshao went out with a bath towel, wrapped Xiaotuanzi, and wiped his wet hair. "Call daddy."
"Ah! Dad, daddy~"
Jiang Chenshao kissed his little face.
Gu Nuanxi went downstairs angrily, threw down the prickly heat powder, Xiangxiang and pajamas for the little one, and left again.
The little guy gnawed his hand, raised his head, and watched Mommy walking up the steps and leaving. Then he looked at his father, and after a while, he cried in grievance.
After squealing twice, my uncle snatched me back to the bedroom.
As the sunset faded from the sky, the moon hung high, and the color of the sky returned to ink, Jiang Chenshao returned to the bedroom. Seeing his wife who had taken a bath and was removing the ointment on her arm, Jiang Chenshao walked over and dragged her without saying a word.
on your arm, little by little, then gently wipe it clean with water and reattach it.
It was my husband who did the hair drying, and the only sound in the bathroom was the low hum of the hair dryer.
Mr. Jiang went to look at his wife and said goodbye to the cold wooden sign, "Wife, what are you talking about about Chen Shao? If I had known that he would develop such a temper when he went out to live alone, I wouldn't have let him go no matter what I said.
When he left me, it was all my fault.
He also gave away all the ice cream I bought. Alas, I am such a messed up father. You go to his dream tonight and teach him a lesson for me. Then come to my dream and chat with me for a while.
sky."
During the most rebellious years of Jiang Chenshao's adolescence, he lived alone without his mother, making him a motherless child. He also had almost no communication with his father. Mr. Jiang always felt that his second son had not grown crooked since he was a child, and had become more and more crooked.
The better they are, the more virtuous their Jiang family ancestors are.
But the second son also has many shortcomings after being exposed to him for a long time. After all, no one is perfect.
Not long after, the housekeeper knocked on the door and said, "Master, please come out."
Mr. Jiang went over to open the door, "Is something wrong?"
"The second young master didn't give away all the ice cream you bought. He gave away half of it and kept the other half."
Mr. Jiang: "Real or fake, take me to see it quickly."
After going there, Mr. Jiang instantly realized what a surprise was. Even the celadon bottle he donated made him feel less sad. "Does Nuan Wazi know?"
The butler shook his head.
The old naughty old man Jiang exploded, "Don't tell her! Isn't she angry with Jiang Chen Shao Zheng? Let her make Jiang Chen Shao more angry for me. Humph!" By the way, I wanted to avenge myself.