Zhuo Jian hugged Chengcheng and was about to lie down when the door suddenly banged, and the two of them glanced at the door reflexively.
"Your father is really cruel."
Facing Boss Fu slamming the door and leaving, Zhuo Jian just muttered this, then hugged Chengcheng and placed her on the bed.
Chengcheng suddenly took out her drool-covered hands and muttered: "Dad, dad, dad."
"..."
This kid can not only call me mom, but also dad. Is it true?
Is it just random shouting, or is it really possible?
Zhuo Jian stared at his small mouth for a while, and then looked at his big, not very sincere eyes, and couldn't help but think that he was probably screaming randomly.
But as soon as she lay down, she smelled a familiar smell of feces. Zhuo Jianqing reflexively smelled it again, and then sat up suddenly and looked at him angrily.
It turns out he didn’t call me daddy, but he wanted to...
hehe.
Fu Yanye returned to the bedroom and stood for a while before taking off his clothes. However, before he finished taking off his clothes, he heard the sound of the door opening outside and subconsciously looked at the door again.
Zhuo Jian came out with the trash can in his hand. After placing it at the door, he felt that it still smelled bad. Just as he was about to push it to the side, Fu Yanye frowned and saw that the trash can was getting closer and closer to his door.
I couldn't help but ask her: "What are you doing?"
Zhuo Jian had already been looking at him when she heard him opening the door. After hearing his question, she came back to her senses after a few seconds. Then her eyes moved again, and she suddenly thought that she seemed to have misplaced her place and should go to another place.
Pushing, so he whispered: "Sorry, I'll just throw it down."
"What?"
"How about you throw away your son's excrement for me?"
Zhuo Jian deliberately picked up the trash can.
Fu Yanye frowned, staring at her slender hands, and then staring at the thing held in her slender hands, his eyes almost narrowed to a slit.
"You're kidding, I know you have mysophobia, so I'll throw it away."
"Wait."
Just as Zhuo Jian was about to run downstairs, Fu Yanye suddenly shouted.
Zhuo Jian stopped and looked back at him, "Do you have any other instructions from Mr. Fu?"
"I'm going!"
Fu Yanye said that he had already walked towards her and successfully took the trash can in her hand.
Zhuo Jian didn't move. Seeing him staring at the trash can as if thinking hard about something, she said, "Don't force it, even though he just called daddy after you left."
Fu Yanye: "..."
Chengcheng is usually carried by someone, unless Zhuo Jian comes over and wants to carry it by himself. The garbage in the house is afraid of affecting the environment, so he throws it away immediately, so he prepares a small trash can. Although it is expensive, it does not have a cover.
When Fu Yanye carried the trash can downstairs, he seemed to be carrying some holy object.
Zhuo Jian stood aside and took a look, thinking to himself that he thought he was going to read the imperial edict.
But thinking that her son was in bed, she immediately ran back.
Sure enough, the kid sat up by himself, put on a clean diaper, and happily rocked his little toy back and forth on the bed.
Well, it's already past ten o'clock, and he doesn't seem sleepy at all.
After Fu Yanye threw away the garbage, he went back to the room to take a shower. He first washed his slender fingers from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, and repeatedly washed them n times, even under the nails, and finally relaxed.
He took a breath, then put himself under the shower head and rushed hard.
That boy really didn't make him happy even a day from the time he was in his wife's belly until he was born.
Of course, sometimes he also found it very strange. Every time the boy cried, laughed for the first time, turned over, and sat up, every change made him couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and then later he actually screamed
Now that you are father and mother, you can call me father and mother...
Fu Yanye was thinking this and suddenly remembered that the trash can was still outside the door. He stood up again within a few minutes of lying down.
Maybe they will use it at night.
He lifted the trash can to the door of the children's room with his feet, then held the door handle firmly, and then gently pushed it open.
He thought mother and son had fallen asleep.
As a result, he saw Zhuo Jian kneeling beside the bed, making the boy happy.
When Chengcheng saw her pretending to be stupid and still happy, he felt uncomfortable in his heart.
Why is this boy so naughty tonight?
"Dad, dad..."
Chengcheng suddenly looked towards the door, and when she saw Fu Yanye at the door, he looked like he was about to cry with a sullen face. After a few seconds, he suddenly danced and said the word like a machine gun in his mouth.
Zhuo Jian followed his line of sight and saw Fu Yanye lowering his head and kicking the trash can to the wall, and said, "I'm afraid you'll use it at night."
"Oh, thank you."
Zhuo Jian said blankly, and then looked at her son a little uncomfortably.
"Dad, dad..."
Chengcheng started beeping again and spitting out.
Zhuo Jian thought about the time when he called daddy, and she couldn't help but look at his butt again. It must not be the case this time. She subconsciously sniffed again. Of course, it was a very polite kind, and she didn't smell it.
You can breathe a sigh of relief after tasting it.
Fu Yanye came over and asked her, "Why isn't he sleeping yet?"
"Maybe it's because I slept too much during the day."
Zhuo Jian said.
Fu Yanye looked down at her: "Don't you have to go to work tomorrow? Isn't it okay to accompany him like this?"
"It doesn't matter."
Zhuo Jian waved a bell in front of his eyes, grabbing his attention.
Chengcheng stared at her again and reached out to grab the bell in her hand. She put it back slightly, but Chengcheng not only couldn't catch it, but also knocked it forward directly onto the bed.
Zhuo Jian was startled, but when she saw that he was still laughing, she immediately started laughing too: "Baby, you are very naughty."
baby?
snort!
Fu Yanye was listening to the soft and waxy baby, you are so naughty, and felt that he was only angry.
Chengcheng raised her head to look at Fu Yanye again, and tried to raise her hands, but failed.
After Zhuo Jian found out that her son wanted to find him, she felt a little lonely, but she still couldn't help but look up at him: "My son seems to want to be hugged by you."
Fu Yanye glanced at Chengcheng with disgust, then looked down at her: "How about I go give him a bath?"
"ah?"
"Let's go."
Fu Yanye said and lifted him up from the bed.
Children should dislike that posture very much, but Chengcheng doesn't. His two little feet touch each other and his toes are bent, so he can do whatever he wants.
In the end, it was even better to put it in the water. I was so happy.
There are many little yellow ducks and colorful toys in the water.
As soon as the child entered the water, he seemed to be much more energetic.
Fu Yanye stood next to the bathtub and watched him play, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhuo Jian frowned unconsciously. Could it be that he disliked that his son had just defecated, so he took him into the bathtub and soaked him?
this……
Zhuo Jian gave him a look that she couldn't stand. It wasn't until he washed Chengcheng clean and wrapped him in a bath towel that she couldn't stand it anymore.
At that time, she thought to herself, it was really too exaggerated. It was not like he didn't want to take a shower every time, so why would he dislike a little angel on earth?
Later, she lay down in it and coaxed her. She wanted Chengcheng to lie down too, and she fell asleep just as she lay down.
But Chengcheng didn't. Fu Yanye knelt down by the bed to play with him. He became more and more excited and was not sleepy at all. Zhuo Jian, on the other hand, still held a bell in his hand and hit his eyelids several times, just like that
Fell asleep.
Chengcheng turned to look at her, then couldn't help but look at Fu Yanye again and muttered: "Ma Ma Ma Ma"