Cui Zhengjun also quickly changed the topic, "Nanxi, I see that you are skilled in your movements. Are you taking care of your children? Didn't you hire a confinement nanny?"
"I don't have a confinement nanny at home. Usually, the servant wants to help him, but my son is so picky that he won't let others touch him.
My son is the first time in my family to lick a wedding doll in 20 years. Everyone is pampering him. Since he was born, we adults lined up to carry him in turn. My in-laws' home, my parents' home, my younger brother, and my husband's brothers and friends, all
He was spoiled. So, he developed a spoiled character since he was a child, and we could only serve him."
The little guy who was criticized pretended not to understand himself, and obediently opened his mouth and pulled the bowl to eat.
Because he brought a child, Gu Nuanxi had to take a few steps to eat with his son. "You two eat first, my son deserves a beating again."
The mother and son left, and both of them were silent again.
The little guy took a few bites and walked around mischievously. Gu Nuanxi pulled him, but he stopped with a bad temper and refused to let his mother hold him. "Jiang Tianzhi, I asked your dad to deal with you."
Not long after, Gu Nuanxi glanced at the two people who had communicated less, and she clewed her son back to her position.
"I haven't taken care of the child for a long time. I thought he was the same as in infants. I just hugged me if I cried. Unexpectedly, he would walk now and not let me lead him." During Gu Nuanxi's preparation for the exam, she had to go home every night.
I spent a while with my son, and the rest of the time I was taken care of by my family and husband.
Occasionally she rests and goes out with her husband. Usually she is with her husband, most of whom she holds children.
Gu Nuanxi looked at the little meat bun, "Jiang Tianzhi, don't be so naughty, mom will beat you up."
The little guy stood on the sofa again and pulled his mother.
When they were about to finish their meal, Gu Nuanxi dialed her husband's mobile phone number with the phone. The little guy saw a father on the screen, holding the phone with two little hands, constantly calling him dad.
Mr. Jiang closed the computer in the study, "Have you finished your meal?"
Before he could speak, the phone over there hung up.
Mr. Jiang: What does "..." mean?
In the hot pot restaurant, Gu Nuanxi put down her cell phone and slapped her son’s little butt twice, “I haven’t talked to your dad yet, why are you doing hang up the phone?”
The little guy grinned and cried with grievance. It hurts but it doesn’t hurt, but it just screams awkwardly.
After a while, the phone called again and Jiang Chenshao answered again, "Hey, Xiao Nuan?"
There was a crying sound of a little breast-packing breast milk on the other side of the phone, "He just hung up the matter."
"Well, I beat him up a few times, and I feel wronged. Husband, I have sent you the address, so you can pick us up."
After hanging up the phone, a positioning of his wife popped up on Jiang Chenshao's mobile phone.
He began to go out with the car keys to pick up his wife and son.
At that time, Jiang Chenshao directly settled the bill for his wife at the front desk, and then he went there, "Shanjun."
"Baoba~" Xiaoshanjun slapped his lips, and threw himself in his arms and acted coquettishly and complained.