Gu Nuanxi picked the one that the little tiger liked and paid the bill. The little tiger was so happy that he didn't even want his father to hug him.
He held the kite in his little hands and ran on the ground by himself.
After returning home, I played guessing games with my father while taking a bath, and I played guessing games with my mother before going to bed after taking a bath.
After a few slaps on her little butt, she lay in her mother's arms and fell asleep with her little face pouted.
Before going to bed, Gu Nuanxi even complained, "It's hard to raise a child, especially a tiger cub."
The little tiger cub in her arms twitched, and Gu Nuanxi quickly became motionless.
Jiang Chenshao laughed, "Has the school been found for him?"
Gu Nuanxi nodded, "This time the whole family has unanimously agreed to send the little boy to a kindergarten. There is an international kindergarten and an aristocratic kindergarten. The two have the highest votes. The decision is between us."
Jiang Chenshao lay on the bed and thought about it seriously. "Choose someone from the aristocracy. In the international kindergarten, I'm afraid that he will study classmates who look different from him."
Gu Xiaonuan: "..."
This consideration is not unreasonable!
So, the little tiger’s school was decided.
But despite all calculations, Jiang Chenshao still missed it. There were also children of foreign origins in the aristocratic school, and he still did not stop his son from studying other people's affairs. Later, he was frequently called a parent. Jiang Chenshao was quite angry.
Of course, all this is another story.
At the moment, Gu Xiaonuan was still worried that his son would develop a bad temper if he went to a noble school. Jiang Chenshao said, "He hasn't gone to school yet, and his temper is not good either."
Gu Xiaonuan was speechless again and looked down at the delicate baby in his arms.
The little tiger, who was accused by his father of having a bad temper, was playing rock-paper-scissors with Duke Zhou in his dreams. Duke Zhou wanted to drag him to play chess, but because of his bad temper, he could only play rock-paper-scissors.
One hundred days after Nangong Yuanyuan was born, Gu Nuanxi and Jiang Momo went to visit with their children.
Because when the moon was full, Jiang Momo didn't even come, so it took a hundred days.
Everyone went to Chaozhou and also informed the head of a certain Nangong family that his godson was going to kindergarten.
Head of the Nangong family: "Mr. Jiang, you are so cruel."
Mr. Jiang: "..."
The godson had been in Chaozhou for an hour, and the head of the Nangong family changed his mind, "Mr. Jiang, you are so wise."
Little Qinglong followed his elder brother, and the two brothers held each other's hands as they walked wherever they went.
Standing on tiptoes to look at the baby girl, they couldn't see it, so the two of them looked at Little Yuanyuan through the gaps in the wooden fence.
At this time, Xiao Yuanyuan was lying on the bed alone, the sun shone on her milky white face, the skin of the egg shone through, and the small down on her round face could be seen.
She was dressed up beautifully, waiting for the photographer to come and take pictures.
Turning her head, Xiao Yuanyuan saw her two brothers lying in the gap between the wooden fence and looking at her.
She turned her head, pulled the pacifier away with her little hands, and made a babbling sound from her little mouth.
This time Nangong Zi can finally let his daughter bask in the sun every day. The head of the Nangong family didn't know where he heard it, "You can thrive in the sun, but you don't understand me." The head of the Nangong family has gained some backbone and started talking about his wife.
An Kexia tried to pull the head of the Nangong family several times, but to no avail. "Forget it, you can kiss your daughter yourself, and you can do it if you want. She will be tanned into a black briquette, just like you, and you two will look like father and daughter."
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A certain family head: "...Who said I am a black briquette? If I were a black briquette, Mr. Xi would be a black charcoal."