Chapter 800

"What do you say?"

"I mean," jiangbeiyuan cleared his throat, and soon his smile became clear, "I think the name is very nice."

"Well then!"

Then it's jiangqingchi.

Yannian calls it Dachi and Dachi at home, and jiangqingchi himself accepts it.

"Dad!"

Grandma's childlike voice brings back the thoughts of jiangbeiyuan.

The man long eyebrow light wrinkly, "why?"

"I said I was hungry Dad! "

The soft little hand is pulling the pants leg of jiangbeiyuan.

"Ask dad to make breakfast for me!"

It's strange that jiangbeiyuan is very ferocious to him in the Ming Dynasty, but the little guy likes to stick to jiangbeiyuan. Only when jiangbeiyuan holds it can he drink milk, and only when jiangbeiyuan tells a story can he sleep.

That's why it's so funny to say: "you can't even let your son go."

"Dad Dad Dad Dad"

seeing a man has no reaction, and he doesn't want to cook breakfast at all. Jiangqingchi makes every effort to be coquettish.

Jiangbei yuan pursed his lips and stooped to pick him up.

"Go to the room first and change clothes. Don't disturb your mother to sleep."

"Well, don't go back to the room!"

The little guy pulled jiangbeiyuan's neck to death. Poor Baba looked at him.

Those eyes, clear and bright, big, with a layer of hazy water vapor.

Jiang Beiyuan snorted, "wet the bed again?"

"No, no..."

"I knew I should have called you jiangsanshui, the king of bed wetting."

He kicked the door of his son's room open and put him on the carpet. Jiangbeiyuan, with a face, pulled up a large wet sheet in the middle and threw it into the dirty clothes bucket.

Come back at night and wash his sheets.

"Dad is the best..."

Sitting cross legged on the ground in jiangqingchi, in case jiangbeiyuan is angry, he is holding his mouth. Wherever his father goes, he can see the little guy's eyes.

On coquettish, cute and soft, he didn't lose to his mother.

Jiangbeiyuan picks up his son again.

One hand.

The little guy lay on his back and kissed his clean neck.

"Dad, I love you."

"Yes."

Jiangbei Yuan went to the kitchen without expression.

"Why isn't dad happy?"

"What?"

"Why does Dad laugh when mom says I love you? But when Dachi says I love you, dad is not happy. "

"Oh."

Jiangbeiyuan went to the kitchen, holding his son in one hand, opened the natural gas, poured the oil, and randomly took two eggs to break and put them into the pot.

"Dad doesn't love me..."

The little guy was so bent that his eyes immediately turned red. He was holding his mouth and picking his fingers.

"Well."

Jiangbeiyuan light should, the left hand holding baby, the right hand holding a spatula stir fry, action skilled natural, handy.

"Wow!"

When my father said that I didn't love myself, the psychological defense line of jiangqingchi suddenly collapsed.

Before jiangbeiyuan told him to hold back, he heard the noise and came barefoot with a toothbrush in his mouth.

When I saw the small tears that were wet in tears, I could not speak.

It started again.

"Jiangbeiyuan, you've made my son cry again!"

"Go and put on your shoes."

Seeing her barefoot, jiangbeiyuan was displeased and scolded, and between her eyes and eyebrows was serious.

Yannian silently changed his shoes, then rinsed his mouth, and came out to the kitchen again.

Jiangqingchi doesn't cry anymore, but her long eyelashes are still in tears, hanging on jiangbeiyuan, sniffling.

As soon as the son cried, Yannian felt hurt. He went to get the toilet paper and wiped his nose.

"What did your father do to you? Tell mom! "