Chapter 927

"I learned how to weave so well a few days ago?"

South surprised, he swallowed saliva, looked at the face of a dark man.

The man who has always been cold can even weave a scarf. If people outside know that the boss is so at home, it's OK.

"Can't I knit it? You can't weave, and don't think other people can't do it like you It's a cold day.

The smile of the Shan Shan next, "boss, you continue, continue, I don't disturb you!"

Who has nothing to do with weaving this thing.

It's all done by women.

The South didn't dare to stay one more minute to avoid being shot to death by the cold eyes of the cold weather.

He ran to the study and said to the two people in it, "the boss is knitting a scarf!"

"What?" Fang Yi was shocked.

Ji Yixi also opened his mouth and ran out in a hurry, "Ouch!"

For a moment, forgetting the pain of his feet, he hopped in a wail, and then ran to the door one by one. Looking out, he saw that he was drinking slowly with a water cup in cold weather.

"True or false?"

After waiting for a while, nothing happened. Ji Yixi doubted whether the South had deceived them.

Fang Yi also ran out curiously and looked at the cold weather.

When the cold weather comes a little bit, they shrink in.

Scared to death, that look!

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

Leng Yicheng runs to the bathroom to pee. When he comes out, he sees some of them crowded at the door and looking at his father. He is very curious.

"Xiaobaozi, can your father knit a scarf?"

Ji Yixi directly asks Leng Yicheng that this is the son of the eldest brother. Is it clear for sure.

"No!" Leng Yicheng shakes his head and looks at them. "What are you doing staring at my daddy?"

Ji turns to the West and looks south.

Nan Bian helped his glasses and said in a low voice, "just now I saw your daddy knitting a scarf. They are curious!"

Leng Yicheng twisted his eyebrows and looked at the cold weather. Then he ran to the cold weather. Hearing the voice, he turned his head and saw his son running towards him. His face was shaking.

He was so wobbly that people could see that he was about to fall.

"Don't run around, walk slowly!"

The eyebrows softened in the cold.

Leng Yicheng pours directly into his arms, glances at him and looks at the scarf on one side. It seems that there is no change.

"Daddy, is your head better?"

He looked up at his head in the cold without blinking.

He touched his son's face in cold weather and said softly, "better!"

"Well, you don't have to work any more. You have to take good care of yourself before you work, or Mommy will worry about you very much!"

Son's milk voice, also like to learn the tone of adults, very lovely.

On a cold day, he hooked his lips and pinched his little nose. "What about you?"

"I'm worried about you, too!" Leng Yicheng smiles and narrows his eyes.

Immediately he told him, "Daddy, Mommy said, let you lie down!"

Cold day rubs the next son's hair, raises the eye to the kitchen that side looked one eye, as expected, the summer solstice from time to time stretches the head to look at him one eye, not at ease.

He laughed.

"Leng Yicheng, you can fix the pillow. Daddy will lie on the sofa for a while!"

"Good!"

Leng Yicheng went over and put the pillow aside. Then he came to him and asked, "Daddy, do you want me to help you?"

Cold day funny look at the little guy, tease him: "can you help move?"

Leng Yicheng's eyes blinked at him, his little hand pressing the armrest of the wheelchair, "I can press this!"

Cold day swept him one eye, stood up to jump two steps, went to the sofa side, hands a prop, sat in the past.

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