"Are you showing the clothes for this young master in your arms?" asked the shopping guide.
The four nodded, "Yes, this is our son."
The shopping guide looked at the four people with something wrong. Man? Four? Sons?
Could it be that two pairs of men? Then they adopted a little guy and then raised them together?
Who is the mother? Who is the father?
A story has already appeared in the mind of the shopping guide.
"Get my son a number and let's try."
"Sir, it's not convenient to try children's clothes. Do you know how big the size of children usually wear?"
The four men looked at each other, "Why don't you let me try? I'm afraid that we won't buy it if we try? Just pick up the number, and we'll buy it if we try."
Shopping guide: "Actually, we can get clothes by talking about the size."
Yan Zhenyu: "We don't know the size either."
Oh, it seems that he just adopted it.
The shopping guide looked at the little guy's clothes and they were all good, "I can take a look now."
So, under the ravage of four godfathers, Xiaoshanjun took off her clothes and exposed her fleshy little body. The little guy cried into tears.
The crying made the customers around him look back frequently. The four big men hugged, coaxed, and teased, and their heads were almost blown up.
If the four of them dared to change their own words and refused to listen, and would not give face to coax others, the four of them would have turned against the person.
But today, I was holding a "son" in my arms!
After a while, while changing clothes, another torture began.
The four of them hugged and coaxed them, and later the shopping guide put on new clothes for the little guy.
Once, several people decided not to try out clothes for the little guys anymore.
In a toy store, what do the little guy likes, "Buy!"
What did the little hand touch, "Buy!"
Seeing the child driving a toy car, Yan Zhenyu pointed at the toy car and said, "Ban."
The shopping guide took it with all his eyesight. The young master went out and couldn't put his trunk in one day's shopping, so he sent it all to the villa in Yenan.
After leaving the fifth baby shop, all four of them were tired.
The little guy was still grinning in his arms and humming.
Yan Zhenyu wiped the little guy's tears with his hands, and Bai Chen immediately took out a tissue, "Don't wipe it with his hands, you can wipe the tears with the paper."
Nangong Zi unpacked the wet wipes and said, "If you take paper and rub our son's skin, you have to use wet wipes."
Zhen Xi: "Didn't you listen to his mother? Wet wipes are used to wipe our son's butt, how can we wipe our tears?"
Yan Zhenyu asked back: "Have you said it?"
Bai Chen recalled, "It seems like he said it?"
Nangong Zi also nodded vaguely, "It seems to be saying something."
Yan Zhenyu later called Mr. Jiang, "What do you use to wipe your tears when your son cried?"
Mr. Jiang: “…”
After hearing the four people's arguments, Jiang Chenyu said, "Why do you chop your hands up?"
The air conditioner was turned on, and a little guy and four men were sweating profusely.
In the children's playground, the children were playing slides inside. When the four of them were holding the little guy in, "Sir, the child is too young to play slides and jumping on the bed."
Bai Chen wanted to argue with others, "Our son is young, why can't we play anymore? Can't we, the four of us fathers, watch from the side?"
The ticket salesperson looked at the four people and was speechless for a moment.
Without further ado, Nangong Zi, who was used to being rampant, asked directly: "Call out your manager and ask where to buy this equipment. We won't let our son play with it, we can buy ready-made ones at home."
When he left, the little guy curled his lips again.
At noon, the sun was shining brightly. I don’t know what happened, but the little guy kept crying and couldn’t coax it. I just coaxed him, and he could still be cute for a while, but now he hugged Yan Zhenyu’s face and chewed him, Bai Chen
Excited: "Look, why should my son kiss Lao Yan? Let me hug you, he has to kiss me."
Whoever hugs, the little guy chews on whom.
Several people were so stupid that they were so happy that they felt something was wrong, "Why did the child keep crying?"
Bai Chen: "Have he cried less from morning to now?"
Yan Zhenyu also felt something was wrong, "No, he didn't kiss us. When Xiaoshan Jun kissed Mr. Jiang, he smiled. Why did he cry to us?"
All four of them looked at the little guy in confusion.
Nangong Zi suddenly reacted when he looked at the children walking by the roadside, carrying milk jugs on his back and immediately shouted loudly, "Damn, we didn't feed my son milk powder!"
As soon as these words came out, all four of them were stunned.
"Get back to the car quickly."
After returning, he panicked and found the little guy's bottle. The four big men were crowded in the car, feeling uncomfortable. The four of them always had spacious locations when traveling, so the four of them were not afraid of the sun and took Gu Nuannuan.
Canvas bag stand out.
On the front hood of the sedan, there was a little guy's stuff.
The four of them were in a hurry, "How much milk powder should you feed?"
"Add water or milk powder first? Xiaobai, hurry up and check the parenting blogger with your mobile phone."
Yan Zhenyu hugged the little guy who was crying boredly, hugged him in his arms, feeling distressed, "Hurry up."
"This hot water is too hot, it burns my son. Lao Zhen, go to the supermarket to buy a bottle of cold water and mix it."
The four older men have clear division of labor, but they still cannot take care of a single child.
Passers-by turned their heads to look at the few people. They were curious, but turned their heads the second time to look at the appearance of the four people. When they looked back again, they felt something was wrong.
The four of them obviously did not take care of the children, and the children were still crying. The four of them were just concerned about making milk powder, regardless of the little one.
Passers-by stepped forward and asked, "Oh, what are you doing?"
"While going, didn't you see someone who made milk powder for my son?"
"Whose sons are you?"
Bai Chen said impatiently: "Who do you care about our son?"
The awkward techniques of several people made the passers-by who were worried about stopping and watching more.
Nangong Zi handed the bottle to the little guy in a panic. For the first time, the little guy didn't throw it away. He held the bottle and didn't care whether it was good or not. He sucked it in big mouthfuls.
The four finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Their backs, due to panic and the high temperature of 37 degrees, made the shirts wet for several people.
"What do you four have to do with this child?" Before the people on the side had left, they looked at the four of them and asked.
Yan Zhenyu: "Who are you?"
"I am a passerby. I think you can't take care of your children. You must not be the parents of this child, so what about the parents of this child?"
Yan Zhenyu: "It should have nothing to do with you."
The passerby took out his cell phone and said, "Where did you bring this child? If you don't explain it clearly, I'll call the police."
Bai Chen pointed at himself with his back finger, looked at the uncle who was pulling in front of him, and asked, "Uncle, see clearly, are we like human traffickers?"
"I didn't say you are human traffickers. I suspect you are the child bought from the human traffickers." The technique was awkward, and it was obvious that he was not a father. The child cried for a long time, and he heard crying from afar.
If the biological parents were by my side, the child would definitely not be so sad.
"Buying and selling are the same crime! If you don't tell me where this child came from, we'll see you at the police station."
The little guy held the bottle and was only concerned about filling his stomach. He didn't care about the trouble his crying caused to his four godfathers.