Without much chatting, Gu Xiaonuan went to the shore to comfort her precious son who was almost scared.
After falling into her mother's arms, the little tiger covered her little mouth and threw herself into her mother's arms with tears streaming down her face, hugging her neck tightly. The child's worry and fear can be felt through her little human strength.
Gu Xiaonuan held his son's little buttocks, and the little guy kept patting him to calm his little mood. "Mom is fine, don't be afraid."
"Where~ Bao won't let you go." The little tiger said in a domineering voice.
Gu Xiaonuan held her son for a while and said, "Mom won't go, so she keeps hugging my baby."
The summer is hot, and Gu Nuanxi's skirt is sheer, so it didn't take long for the skirt to dry naturally.
Later on the road, Gu Xiaonuan became a teaching material for her husband to teach his son. "Don't go near the water. Did you see that Xiaonuan was almost washed away just now?"
The little tiger insisted on being held by his mother throughout the whole process, but Jiang Chenshao finally took him away. "Don't you know how much you weigh?"
The little Qinglong was later hugged by his mother. The little white feet fluttered into the water and felt the cool mountain water. He smiled up at his mother and said, "Drink~"
The little tiger turned around and his brother called him. He chewed it and said, "Dragon~"
The third person Xiao Qinglong knows to call is not grandpa, grandma, grandpa, uncle, but brother. As for the pronunciation of "brother", he can only call "hehe", but the little tiger knows that it is him.
When I returned to the city in the evening, Mr. Jiang was still praising his children for being wonderful during dinner.
It wasn't until the little tiger stole the meat from Grandpa's bowl that Mr. Jiang's praises stopped.
Everyone laughed.
I sent Mr. Jiang back to Jiang's house. Because it was getting late and we were tired from playing during the day, the two families went back and stayed at Jiang's house.
Mr. Jiang said angrily: "If I had known, I wouldn't have had so many empty rooms at home. I would have no place for you to live when I come back. Humph!"
At night, there were two more cubs in Mr. Jiang's bedroom.
In the words of Miss Jiang, "Dad, there are few empty rooms in our house and our children don't have a bedroom to sleep in. Come and squeeze in your room."
Mr. Jiang pointed to his grandson, "Jiang Tianzhi has a bedroom."
The little tiger was washed clean, holding his hands on the bed and looking at his mother who also threw him over.
Gu Nuanxi: "A bowl of water must be balanced. You can't be partial." You can't sleep with your grandson, so throw the little grandson aside.
Mr. Jiang looked at the two little babies on the bed, and he finally discovered that no matter what he said, his two daughters could silence him.
Mr. Jiang was so casual that he didn't give in. He just got angry and slammed the door.
"Dad, don't be so angry. Old people can't be gentle."
"If you can, take your child away." Mr. Jiang replied to his daughter through the door.
Gu Xiaonuan also said: "Dad, we finally cleaned them up, right?"
Mr. Jiang: "A bunch of annoying people."
Wei Aihua went to bed. When she passed by, she looked at the two children and teased their old father. She smiled and went back to the bedroom.
Ning'er was at home during the holidays and went shopping with her mother. She held the baby while Mrs. Ning pushed the empty cart.
For a period of time at home, Ah Shu only kissed his sister, and his little mouth was fed and drank by her sister in different ways every day.
Mrs. Ning saw her and said, "My daughter is still like my father."