Chapter 62 When it comes to coaxing children, Ji Mingyao is skilled
Ji Mingyao took the half-eaten carrot from Ji Tianming's hand.
"Qing Donkey is almost strangled to death by you. What's wrong? Why are you unhappy?"
Ji Tianming held his mouth shut, a little kid was so cute when he had a tantrum.
Ji Mingyao resisted laughing because she was afraid that if she laughed, the child would become angry.
She sat aside and held the child in her arms.
"If anyone makes our young master angry, tell your mother and she will teach him a lesson for you."
Ji Tianming groaned and said unconvinced: "Who can beat me?"
"Yes, yes, our young master is the most powerful, so tell me, why are you unhappy?"
Ji Mingyao smoothed his hair and comforted her, which was very coaxing.
Ji Tianming felt a little relieved, sighed, and frowned, as if there was something important in his life that he couldn't solve.
He looked up at Ji Mingyao, then lowered his head and sighed deeply.
"Mom, I feel so useless that I can't even protect my mother."
Ji Mingyao was stunned, "How do you say that?"
"That Ling Xiaowei bullied my mother just now. I didn't even protect her. I know I can't beat him."
Just for this?
Ji Mingyao's mood was a little subtle.
Ji Tianming didn't notice it and continued: "Besides, I found that my mother doesn't care about me as much as before. Today An An came and you personally served her cakes.
You never avoided me no matter what you did before, but now you have sent me away. Are you not afraid that Sister Chi will be a bad person and take me away or sell me?"
Hearing this, Ji Mingyao finally couldn't help it.
She put the child aside, her loving smile hidden in the darkness.
There were words between his brows and eyes.
"You are a little boy, why are you so thoughtful?"
Ji Tianming originally wanted some comfort and warmth from his mother, but he didn't expect to receive such a sentence in exchange.
Suddenly I felt even more aggrieved.
Ji Mingyao sighed deeply and shouted: "Don't pretend to cry."
She then thought about it and asked, "Do you still want daddy?"
Ji Tianming's heart moved.
Although his mother is very good, having a father is what he has always wanted.
After some embarrassment, he nodded.
"want to."
"If you want a father, then you need to start learning how to be independent now.
If you have a father, mother will definitely spend more time with your father and understand each other, right? Will you be angry with mother then? When you are angry, mother will feel sorry for you and will not pay attention to others."
Ji Mingyao deceived and said: "I think I have more than two hundred spare tires now. Why none of them have been successful? It's because I want to take your mood into consideration.
You have grown up, and sooner or later you will hold the hand of another girl and travel around the world happily. Can you bear to see your mother alone at home?"
She held Ji Tianming's hand and said something that was heartbreaking.
Hearing this, Ji Tianming's aggrieved mood instantly turned into guilt.
The good boy has already begun to reflect.
"Mom, I'm sorry, I won't lose my temper again."
Ji Mingyao wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, "Good boy, it's getting late, let's rest."
Look, you just changed the subject and coaxed the child. Not only did he coax the child, but he also successfully educated the child.
Chi Yuan'er, who was hiding aside and peeking, was amazed.
Finally I understand why Ji Tianming has so many dramas, it's all hereditary.
Pretend to be pitiful, one is more pitiful than the other.
Older gingers are more spicy.
Because things happened too late at night, mother and son were already sleepy, and now they slept until midnight.
Ji Mingyao opened the door and was startled.
Exquisite boxes are placed all over the yard.
Judging from the style, there are two groups.
Chi Yuan'er led an older man forward.
"Sister Ji, this is my father Chi Qian, who came to visit you specially today."
Chi Qian held up a box, opened it, and said politely: "Miss Ji, this is a small gift I prepared, please accept it."
Centennial purple ginseng, not bad.
However, there was no reward for no merit, and before Ji Mingyao was about to refuse, someone beside him made a sound of indebtedness.
"It's just a century-old purple ginseng plant. The Chi family has the nerve to give it out as a gift. Are they really in decline?"
Ji Mingyao rolled her eyes at the visitor, "Who are you?"
The person waved his hand and the men behind him opened the box.
A cold lotus fragrance wafted out, refreshing the heart and mind.
The visitor clasped his fists, held his head high, and said with a lofty look:
"My Lord, Gongsun Ziqi, has come to apologize on behalf of the Gongsun family. I offer you ten golden crystal lotuses. Please accept them, please."
Seeing this, Ji Mingyao slowly raised the corners of her lips, "The Gongsun family is rich and powerful, good."