Just, Mu Yue and Xiao Junyan didn't leave long, small steamed stuffed bun didn't see his father and mother, immediately opened his voice and cried.
"I want mom! The baby wants her mother! " Xiaobaozi was held in his arms by Nangong Yuehua, but he twisted his body and cried loudly.
"Xiaobaozi is good. Grandma is here with you. Later, there will be aunts. They will come to me!" Nangong Yuehua comforts xiaobaozi in her arms.
Although xiaobaozi is still young, Nangong Yuehua feels that he is a master of ancient martial arts and can't understand this little devil.
Mu Haixuan patted his hands and said, "I'll hold it!"
"It's OK. I'll do it. It's the same with you!" Nangong Yuehua turned around and touched xiaobaozi's head. "Xiaobaozi, be good. Wait a minute, grandma will take you to meet your Shizu, OK?"
Han Tao will be at the airport in Beijing today.
But mu Yue and Xiao Junyan are going to celebrate the Qixi Festival, and they are going to live in a world of two people. There is no way to meet Han Tao.
So, Nangong Yuehua let mu Haixuan to pick up, after all, is also full of small steamed stuffed bun.
This time I came here to teach baozi how to learn guwu.
Although mu Haixuan is very upset that he went to pick up Xiao Junyan's smelly boy's master, for his precious grandson, he can only promise.
Little baozi now has only muyue in his mind. He only wants his mother. Where can he listen to Nangong Yuehua's words, "no, baby wants her mother, baby wants her mother! The baby wants her mother! "
Master Mu only felt a headache in his skull. Sure enough, it was a real headache for children to quarrel.
"Xiao Junyan, the smelly boy, abducted Xiao yue'er and left the steamed stuffed bun alone!" Mu old son dislikes of say.
Mu Haixuan agreed and nodded, "yes, that smelly boy is really looking for death!"
"All right!" Nangong Yuehua stares at mu Haixuan, holding the bun in her arms and comforting her in a soft voice, "bun, don't cry, grandma is here!"
Mu Haixuan looked at the little baozi, who was still crying. With a sly smile on his face, he squatted down and comforted him, "little baozi, shall we go to meet Shizu? With Shizu coming, you can rely on him. How about Shizu beating your father's ass? "
Nangong Yuehua listens to this, but she can't laugh or cry. She looks up and stares at mu Haixuan.
But, small steamed stuffed bun is in hear mu Haixuan's words, small body stop of revolt, tie a pair of watery big eyes to look at mu Haixuan, "grandfather, really?"
"Yes, is your father your apprentice? Does your father listen to your teacher very much? " Mu Haixuan nodded with a smile, comforting xiaobaozi.
The little steamed stuffed bun nodded his little head, "en en! Find Shizu and beat Dad
"Yes, find Shizu to support you, let your Shizu beat your father's ass!" Mu Haixuan said with a laugh.
Xiaobaozi wiped the tears on his face with his fleshy hand and hugged mu Haixuan, "grandfather, find Shizu, baby want Shizu!"
"OK, wait a moment, we'll go to Shizu, and then let Shizu take revenge for xiaobaozi!" Mu Haixuan smiles and comforts to touch the small head of the small steamed stuffed bun.
Seeing that xiaobaozi has finally calmed down, both Nangong Yuehua and master Mu are relieved. They have finally calmed the little devil, otherwise their ears will suffer.