Chapter 827

Han Mo feels that helping at Meng Si's home is much more tired than taking care of the little guy at home. In fact, Han Mo is still playing with the little guy at home. He is not tired at all, but at Meng Si's home

Han Mo was tired to spit blood. He was not only physically tired, but also mentally tired. Han Mo finally learned a truth. He was not afraid of opponents like tigers but teammates like pigs.

"Mengsi, why don't you take my child away and go home to help you carry it." Han Mo said disgustingly.

"Little Mo Mo, are you going to leave me? No."

Han Mo, "..."

If God gave him another chance, Han Mo really didn't want to make this decision. Why did he come to Meng Si's house to help him with his children.

Peng ye and Shuya sat in the bedroom together. From time to time, Peng Ye's anger could be heard, "Han Mo, don't help him. Let him do it by himself. I only knew he was a little stupid before, but I didn't expect him to be so stupid."

"Han Mo, do you hear me? When you go, who will help him and let him come by himself."

"Monsieur, make your own dessert."

Meng Si's face was full of sadness, but he had nothing to refute his wife. If it were normal, he would have refuted it long ago, but now he dare not refute it at all, not because he is afraid of Peng ye, but because he can't forgive himself.

Originally, the child was very good after eating milk. He kicked his legs and played by himself. As soon as Meng Si passed, the child began to cry, tearing his heart and lungs and being loveless.

People's children are usually very happy to burp after drinking milk. Meng Si doesn't burp when he holds the child. He has to vomit for you to doubt life.

He was already asleep, and the corners of his mouth rose gently, which was very cute. However, as soon as Meng Si stood next to the crib, the child woke up. The only way to open it was to cry and cry to death.

Let alone Peng Ye's annoyance with Meng Si. Even the nursery teacher and nanny can't bear to say to Meng Si, "boss, why don't you avoid it? The child may have a disagreement with you..."

Peng Ye shook his head reluctantly, "I have no hope for Meng Si. I can't learn how."

Shuya smiled. In fact, when Peng ye said Meng Si before, Shuya spoke to Meng Si. A man just became a father and always had to learn how to take care of his children.

But later Shu Ya found that it had nothing to do with time. Maybe Meng Si really lacked this nerve in his life. He also worked hard, but as long as it was related to children, it must be worse. Only worse, not the worst.

The nursery teachers they hired are of high quality and very experienced. They have served in many families. They have come up with reasons for Meng Si's discord with her children. Just to let Meng si not participate in taking care of her children is what she has become.

So Han Mo would rather say that he would take the children home and help them, rather than go with Meng Si. Others get twice the result with half the effort. It's 10000 to work with Meng Si. There's no merit

Peng Ye looked at several people who were flying and jumping nearby, took a breath and pressed their temples, "Xiaoya, believe it or not, Xuanxuan is better than Meng Si."

Shuya was amused by this. She just wanted to say that Meng Si couldn't be worse than a four-year-old child. She just glanced not far away

"Oh, uncle Mengsi, don't touch your little sister. Let me come." Xuanxuan sat on the sofa and held her little sister in her arms. The baby who had just been crying in Meng Si's hand stopped crying in an instant.

Shuya coughed and smiled awkwardly.

Meng Si himself was surprised. He couldn't cook before, but after Peng Ye was pregnant, he seriously learned from Han mo. he really learned how to cook and learned several tough dishes. He couldn't compare with professional chefs, but if there were guests at home, he would definitely take it.

He really didn't expect that it would be so difficult to take care of children. It's more difficult than managing the company.

He can manage a company with tens of thousands of people in good order. It's not easy to have a baby. Of course, this was his idea when Peng Ye was pregnant.

After the child was born, when he saw this beautiful little devil with his own eyes, he was not so confident. It turned out that it was much more difficult to deal with a child whose life state was only crying and not crying than with an adult with seven emotions and six desires.

Adults have a desire to benefit from the company. Working under Meng Si and managing them only need to get along with reasonable policies. The policies are reasonable and reasonable, and serving the public can bring benefits to the company.

But just born little things... Oil and salt don't enter.

You made her hungry and she cried for you.

You annoyed her. She cried for you.

You yell at her and she cries for you.

You tease her and she cries for you.

Not to mention the rules and regulations, policies and countermeasures, there were only four words in front of her and there was nothing to do.

Meng Si could not sum up the slightest experience in his failures. The only feeling he summed up was to doubt life.

It turns out that a company that can manage tens of thousands of people is different from managing its own baby.

At the beginning, he wondered whether he was still a little uncomfortable with his children because he had just entered the role of father. As long as he studied hard, he would be able to keep the clouds open and see the moon bright.

Unfortunately, the dream is full and the reality is skinny.

There is light at the end of the tunnel. Ha ha, it doesn't exist.

Only one wave is stronger than another. Cry wave.

As Peng ye denied Meng Si's ability, Meng Si denied himself, and finally began to doubt life

Meng Si is still working hard and hasn't given up learning to take care of children. He just doesn't believe in that evil. How can others learn to be a super daddy? He has to become a super bucket in Peng Ye's mouth. Now even Xuanxuan is better than him. He has no face.

"Xuanxuan, can you give your uncle some face? Let's be a little clumsy?" Meng Si said to Xuanxuan pitifully.

"Huh?" The little guy was stunned.

Han Mo rubbed the little guy's head, "ignore uncle."

"Oh." The little guy nodded.

Meng Si, "..."

After half a day at Meng Si's house, Han Mo drove home with Shuya and the little guy.

"Dad, I think my little sister is very good. Why does uncle Mengsi always make my little sister cry?" The little guy really can't understand why Uncle Mengsi always hugs her little sister and she cries.

Han Mo didn't want to speak ill of Meng Si in front of his children. After thinking for a while, he said, "everyone is good at something. Uncle Meng Si is not very good at taking his little sister."

Xuanxuan nodded thoughtfully. She understood this sentence. Just as her father often said, everyone has his own strengths and weaknesses.

"That's dad. What's uncle Munce good at?" Asked the little fellow.

Han Mo, "well..."

Meng Si, who had just lost her right to hold her daughter, sneezed and rubbed her nose. "Who scolded me?"