"Of course she's happy. I wish your baby could form a football team." Fu Yunchen snorted and suddenly asked, "elder brother, is this child you said years old?"
Fu Yunchen saw that the old lady not only liked Yan Shu, but also loved year after year.
Fu Yunjian did not speak again.
After the barbecue, Lu Nian took the servants to pack up the barbecue utensils, and soon cleaned the garden, and brought the fireworks that Fu Jingyan had personally selected.
The fireworks tonight are bigger and brighter than those last night.
The whole garden seemed to be the scene of a fireworks conference.
Yan Xiaosui was very happy to watch the fireworks. After a while, he rode to Fu Yunjian's neck to watch the fireworks, sticky to him.
Yan Shu shouted several times with a cold face, but she didn't come down.
"Aunt, are you jealous?" Yan Xiaosui winked at her, "then I'll come down and let my uncle hold you?"
"...." Yan Shu turned around to avoid being angry with the little guy's words.
Fu Yunjian saw all this in his eyes and couldn't help laughing. His bored mood suddenly became much happier because they were around.
This evening, without waiting for Fu Yunjian to say, the old lady took Yan Shu's hand and asked her to stay. Lu Nian also accosted and asked Yan Shu to help interview the new cook tomorrow morning.
There were people talking in both left and right ears. Yan Shu couldn't go, so she had to live.
Not long after returning to the house, Fu Yunjian went to the room where Yan Xiaosui lived, knocked on the door, and opened the door after the little guy allowed him to enter.
"Eh?" Yan Xiaosui's eyes lit up, "uncle, why are you here?"
Fu Yunjian saw his son holding a hair dryer and skillfully blowing a thick long hair to Yan Xiaosui, and his heart was a little tasteful.
Don't blow your hair. From childhood to adulthood, my son didn't bring him a dress
"Don't you want to listen to bedtime stories when you sleep?"
The little guy just took a bath and was wearing a star dailu nightdress. He was soft and smelled of milk.
Fu Yunjian wanted to touch Yan Xiaosui's cheek with his hand, but Fu Jingyan slapped him open.
"Dad, your hands are dirty. You just took a bath year after year."
"Well, my hands are dirty." Fu Yunjian didn't argue with his son. He bent down his tall body and then sat on the carpet. "Tonight I'll tell you a bedtime story."
Yan Xiaosui was surprised and looked at him with wide eyes, "really? Uncle, what can you say?"
"I know Andersen's fairy tales and Green's fairy tales."
In order to tell the children bedtime stories, Fu Yunjian mended these fairy tales after returning to his room last night.
"But these mummies are almost finished." Yan Xiaosui frowned and asked him, "can uncle speak grandpa white beard?"
Fu Yunjian raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. Unexpectedly, the little guy hit him unprepared.
"As long as you want to listen, uncle will tell you." Fu Yunjian said that while touching the mobile phone and quietly opening it, google searched the story while the two children were not paying attention.
After Fu Jingyan blew Yan Xiaosui's hair, the man quickly finished reading the story and wrote it down in his mind.
He also sent a message to Yan Shu, [I'll tell them a bedtime story tonight.]
Yan Shu returned soon, [you can tell stories? Which kind? Don't frighten the two children into nightmares.]
Just because he can't tell stories doesn't mean he can't learn!
Fu Yunjian was helpless for a few seconds.
When the two little guys climbed into bed and waited for his story with wide eyes, the man cleared his throat and told the bedtime story at the speed of reading the text.