Chapter 608

Ji Cunxi took a bath, dressed in a white housecoat, and came down from upstairs. "I can't do it."

"How can you be an uncle? You can't even sing a song?"

"I'm a big boy. I don't like singing." Jicunxi scratched his hair innocently.

"Well, let's call the girl muying. Her voice is the same as that of oriole. It must be nice to sing."

Ji Chengfeng has a sudden whim. He asks Ji Cunxi with a smile. When he asks, he takes a special look at Ji Cunxi's face.

"No, but no, I don't want her to pester me anymore. It's like a fly all day long."

Ji Cunxi sits on the sofa and reaches for Ling Yichen's hand.

The energetic Ling Yichen immediately grasped Ji Cunxi's finger.

"Boy, it's powerful. My uncle can't beat you in the future."

Ji Cun hopes Ling Yichen will smile.

"You see how good the child looks. Beautiful features, eyes like stars. "

Ji Chengfeng is holding the baby. He can't let it go. He doesn't want to let it go at all.

"Dad, no matter how beautiful it is, you can't hold it all the time. Don't you sleep tonight? It's almost ten o'clock. " Ji Cunxi points to the time on his mobile phone to remind Ji Chengfeng.

"Mammy is back again. You can't sing. This child must sleep. You won't ask Mu Ying to come here. Then you can sing by yourself. Sing those two tigers. Your sister said, he likes to listen. " Ji Chengfeng orders Ji Cunxi to say.

"Dad, are you sure that if I sing two tigers, can he fall asleep?"

"I don't know. Try it." Ji Chengfeng drags Ji Cunxi, two people hold try attitude, clear throat.

Ji Cunxi, who is about to show his voice, is embarrassed.

From childhood, he never sang in his voice.

Let him sing, he might as well write the code all night.

"That Dad, I sang. If it's hard to hear, cover your ears. "

Jicunxi coughed twice more nervously. As his uncle, he should make a little sacrifice.

"It's just a nursery rhyme. What's so bad about it?"

Ji Chengfeng urged.

Ji Cunxi doesn't have to grind anymore. He sings in a loud voice.

"Two tigers, two tigers, run fast, run fast, not one..."

After listening to Ji Chengfeng, he turned his ears away.

Their Jijia people, is not a genetic to the child his mother's excellent genes, all inherited his, Wuyin incomplete.

Ji Qianchen and Ji Cunxi are the same.

"Wow Wow... "

Ling Yichen cried, and suddenly cried.

After listening to his songs again.

"Dad, it's none of my business. I said I can't sing." Jicunxi was at a loss.

"Qianchen said that he would cry because he was a ghost, a ghost and a ghost. Unexpectedly, it's still true. Cunxi, your little nephew is an adult."

"Dad, try to make him stop crying. Don't look back. He didn't fall asleep and cried."

Ji Cunxi shrugged awkwardly.

"Ask the servant to make a glass of milk. Maybe he will fall asleep after drinking it."

Jicunxi immediately asked people to make milk.

Take the bottle and pass it to Ling Yichen's mouth, but he spits it out and doesn't drink it.

It's hard for Ji Chengfeng and Ji Cunxi to die.

"Do you want the servants at home to try?"

Ji Chengfeng looks at the four or five servants at home.

"Well, try it."

Ji Cunxi had no choice but to let the servants come and sing to Ling Yichen one by one.

Four or five servants took turns to fight, but none of them coaxed Ling Yichen.

"You'd better call muying. She has a beautiful voice. It's clear and crisp."

Ji Chengfeng walks around the living room with his child, urging Ji Cunxi again and again.

"Good. I'll call. But I'm not sure if she will come. "

Ji Cunxi takes out his mobile phone and calls Mu Ying.

at this time Mu Ying has taken a bath and laid on the sofa at home.

The phone rings.

Muying takes it up and has a look.

saw Ji Cunxi, excitedly threw away the mask and sat on the sofa. "Hello, dear."

"If you do that again, I'll hang up."

Ji Cunxi almost dropped the phone when he heard that sarcastic dear.

"OK, OK, brother Cunxi, what can I do for you?"

Muying's voice returned to normal.

"Can you sing?"

"Wow, do you want me to sing k? I'm a Mac. I've won the campus singer award. I can sing any song. "

Mu Ying didn't expect Ji Cunxi would suddenly find her to sing, but she was very happy.Jicunxi didn't expect to find the right person.

"That It's not about singing K. But to find you... "

Ji Cunxi always felt that this requirement was difficult to address.

Let a girl go to Ji's home in the evening.

She shouldn't have misunderstood again.

"What are you looking for? Come on, you're going to kill me. "

Mu Ying jumped up from the sofa and went upstairs to change clothes.

"I want you to sing for the children." Ji Cunxi pondered for a long time and finally opened his mouth.

"Ah You have a baby? " Muying stands at the stairs and shouts. Her mobile phone almost drops.

“…… No, it's my sister's child. He has been refusing to sleep. He wants to listen to lullaby, so If it's not convenient for you, just hang up. "

Jicunxi couldn't speak any more. Just hang up.

Mu Ying, smiling, stares at the phone that has been hung up and runs up the stairs happily.

It's all about this. Can she not go?

Brush and change into a pink dress, and come down from upstairs.

Anna came out of the room and drank.

"Honey, where are you going? It's so late. "

"Mommy, I'll go on a date. Go to bed earlier. Bye."

Muying kisses Anna's face and goes out with the car key.

Anna walked up the stairs suspiciously and knocked on the door of Mubei's house. "Son, is your sister in love? Which family's children? How tall, how heavy, how handsome is he? "

As soon as Anna starts gossiping, it's endless.

Mubei, who was lying in the room listening to the music, took off his headphones and shook his head. "Mom, when does she have a boyfriend? Are not all her boyfriends that she can't catch up with, the boyfriends she thinks she has? "

"Don't put your sister in such a bad position. Maybe I will bring back a tall and handsome son-in-law for my mother one day? You need to hurry up, mom is still waiting to hold her grandson. "

Anna clapped to lie on the bed, the door does not go out, two doors do not walk Mubei.

"Mom, how old am I? It's only 25 this year. It's still early."

"Don't you still think about Qianchen's girl? It's said that she has a big fat boy. Alas, if only my grandson could have this child."

Anna sighed and sat on the edge of Mubei's bed.

"I also hope that I gave birth to her child, but the ideal is very full and the reality is very bony."

Mubei shrugged, put his hands behind his head, and continued to listen.

"Ideal is very full, reality is very bony what do you mean?" Anna asked, puzzled.

The Chinese culture is broad and profound. Up to now, she hasn't learned smoothly.