Feng Zhengyang didn't like it, "Why are you following him?"
Laifu's big eyes were shining brightly, and his tone was particularly stiff: "I brought up your grandson."
Feng Zhengyang: "..."
Although I am very angry, it seems to be true from what people say.
Since Feng Sicheng was able to walk, Laifu has been by his side.
From the beginning, I carried it on my back, then I held it above my head, put it in a basin and ran with it, and then I just carried it and accompanied it.
She literally transformed into a nanny taking care of her children.
Feng Zhengyang glanced away and said, "Sit down."
Leifu seemed to snort: "You're welcome, I don't feel tired at all."
"Grandson, you eat." Feng Zhengyang was too lazy to talk to a robot and was busy picking up food for his grandson.
After Laifu walked out of the villa and confirmed with Liu Tan that there was no problem, Liu Tan drove away.
That night, Feng Zhengyang followed Feng Sicheng and completely transformed into a Sun Tzu slave.
After lying down at night, Feng Zhengyang kept saying: "If you want to poop, you have to call someone. You are a big child and you can't wear diapers all the time."
Feng Zhengyang insisted on not putting a diaper on Feng Sicheng today.
Feng Mu couldn't defeat him at all.
Feng Sicheng was very obedient, "Okay, grandpa."
After all, this was the first time I didn’t wear a diaper at night, so Feng Sicheng wet the bed.
When she turned on the light in the middle of the night, Feng's mother thought it was normal, and Feng Zhengyang's face was not as ugly as expected.
Feng Sicheng, on the other hand, was stunned, stupid, and dumbfounded. He seemed to be staring at the wet spot of the quilt with a hint of disbelief.
"You..." Feng Zhengyang was about to speak.
"Wow!!!" Feng Sicheng burst into tears.
Feng Zhengyang: "..."
Feng Mu: "..."
After all, it was the mother who reacted quickly. Mother Feng hugged her grandson distressedly and coaxed her, "What's wrong, baby? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Arrange a car to go to the hospital quickly."
The last sentence was addressed to Feng Zhengyang.
However, Feng Sicheng pointed to the quilt and said, "The bed...is wet..."
Feng Zhengyang immediately took away the wet quilt and said, "It doesn't matter, let's change the bed."
"I..." Feng Sicheng was about to burst into tears, "I actually... wet the bed!! Wow!!"
The little baby's self-esteem was so strong that Feng Sicheng couldn't accept that he was a bedwetting child!
He has never wet the bed!!!
"It's normal to wet the bed." Feng's mother was amused, "Your father and your grandfather all wet the bed when they were children."
Feng Sicheng suddenly stopped crying and looked at the stern-faced Feng Zhengyang with tears streaming down his face, "Is it true, Grandpa?"
Feng Zhengyang took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.
"Grandpa..." Feng Sicheng pretended to cry again.
Feng Zhengyang immediately raised his voice: "Yes! Grandpa wets the bed too! He wets the bed much more often than you!"
This sentence was shouted loudly and for no reason.
Feng Sicheng got up and ran towards his grandfather. His pitiful look made people feel heartbroken.
But what people didn't expect was that he actually hugged Feng Zhengyang and said, "Grandpa, don't be so loud. It's not a glorious thing."
Feng Zhengyang: "..."
After struggling for a long time, after his grandson fell asleep again, Feng Zhengyang seemed to have a shadow. From time to time, he would touch his grandson's quilt in case he peed and cried again.
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The next day.
Feng Sicheng was depressed, obviously.
He couldn't even look across the laundry room.
"There are children outside, go and play quickly." Mother Feng said.
Feng Sicheng sighed and drooped his head, "Grandma, I don't really want to go."
"Baby, don't be unhappy. Grandma will cook you delicious pig's feet rice tonight."
Feng Sicheng's eyes immediately lit up, "Really?"
"real."
Seeing her grandson running out happily, Feng's mother felt that her life was more promising.
Feng Zhengyang and his old friends were drinking tea and chatting in the study on the second floor. From the window, he could see several children playing in the sand outside.
"Your grandson is really good-looking, but he doesn't look much like Feng Yan. He looks like his mother, right?"
Feng Zheng Yang Qing coughed and was silent for a long time: "Ah, his mother is...a bit outstanding."
"I'm so lucky. My son is so competitive and my grandson looks smart."
Before I could finish speaking, I heard a bang!
Feng Zhengyang threw away the tea bowl and rushed downstairs in a hurry. His furious appearance scared even Feng's mother downstairs.
"Boy! Don't hit my grandson!!!" shouted angrily.
Feng Sicheng had just fallen down, but before he could get up, his little body was picked up by someone.
Being held in Feng Zhengyang's arms, Feng Sicheng was stunned.
I saw Feng Zhengyang staring at one of the fat boys: "How can you bully your friends? Be careful, I will let your father teach you a lesson!"
The little boy was so frightened that he ran away crying.
"Grandpa..." Feng Sicheng said weakly: "He didn't bully me, I was the one who took his shovel."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zhengyang looked at him very seriously, which could scare a child to tears.
Feng Sicheng responded quickly and assured: "Grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely never steal anything from my friends again. I'm sorry."
“Good grab.”
Feng Sicheng: "..."
Feng Zhengyang, who had grown gray hair, carried him into the villa and said, "If you like it, fight for it."
Feng Sicheng: "..."
"The fact that you can still grab something from the hands of such a fat kid shows that you are in good shape and very good. Grandpa is very pleased."
Feng Sicheng: "..."
Putting the child down, Feng Zhengyang looked at his servant, then held the toy shovel in his hand and said, "Do you remember this style? It's exactly the same, or similar, buy them all."
If the servant dares to delay, he will buy it immediately.
Feng Zhengyang looked down at the little baby, "It's wrong to steal people's things. But there should be no next time. Grandpa will buy you whatever you want. Only others will envy you."
Feng Sicheng: "..."
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at night.
Feng Sicheng was making a video call with Ye Lai, and he was squatting in the bathroom, looking very distressed: "Mom, I originally wanted to make some mistakes to make grandpa angry and vent my anger on you, but grandpa's brain circuit seems to be different from mine?"
"Be careful of making your grandpa angry." Ye Lai said in a nonchalant manner.
"Grandpa has such a loud voice and is very angry. I don't think he will be mad at me."
After chatting for a few words, the mother and son hung up the video.
In the bedroom.
Feng Zhengyang sat beside the bed and said, "Come here and sleep."
The little baby climbed into bed and lay down obediently, but he couldn't fall asleep because he was afraid that he would wet the bed again when he fell asleep.
"Grandpa, I can't sleep."
Feng Zhengyang closed his eyes: "Yeah."
"Would you like to talk to me?"
Feng Zhengyang is getting older, and he is tired from tossing with his children all day long. "You tell me, and I listen."
They are both very serious.
"What did Grandpa feel when he wet the bed for the first time?"
Feng Zhengyang: "..."
He was speechless, frowned and said seriously: "Do you need to keep any feelings about wetting the bed? I don't think I need to share my psychological journey with anyone about this kind of thing."
Feng Sicheng thought for a while and looked like a young adult: "Then let's talk about today's technology market."
Feng Zhengyang turned his head in shock: "...you still understand this???"
The little doll blinked and said honestly: "I don't understand, but I can talk nonsense."