Chapter 392

The misunderstanding between Yan Xiaohua and Sikong Jue, which lasted for nearly three years, was solved. However, Sikong Jue didn't immediately forgive him as he imagined. Too much unhappiness and unhappiness were in the middle. Someone was determined to be in a corner. However, Ling Jingxuan didn't worry and didn't mean to admonish and help. Everything can be planned in the world, but only one is really hard to find I believe Sikong Jue knows that it is only a matter of time before they get along as well as before. Instead of inserting into other people's feelings, it is better to solve their own problems first. He and Yan Shengrui also have things to solve.

"What are you writing?"

After dinner, the children went to eat together. Xue Wuyang's inertia disappeared. The king of Fu went back to his own yard to talk with the two famous actors. Yan Shengrui was holding the little Tuan up and flying high, which made the little guy laugh and laugh. Ling Jingxuan had been writing and painting all the time. The tired father and son could not help but depend on him In the past.

"No, I suddenly think of something called a walker, ready to make it for our little league to lose weight."

Walkers have many advantages. For them, the only advantage is that they can let the children move by themselves, move more and restrain their food a little, so they won't continue to be fat.

"What kind of fertilizer? Xiaotuan is just like this. It's so cute. "

Yan Shengrui's reflective frown is the same as big steamed stuffed bun. He doesn't like Ling Jingxuan. He dislikes his baby son. What's wrong with being fat? Other people's children can't get fat if they want to be fat.

"Are you sure it's just right? Is this going to be a ball? "

Without a good look at him, Ling Jingxuan stretched out his hand and pinched the small face with tender white meat. It's good for children to be fat, but they can't be too fat. It's not only bad for their beauty, but also bad for their growth and development.

"What's a fat ball? Do you have such a father? At most, the dumplings in our family are a little bit of meat, aren't they? " For the sake of his son's happiness, Yan Shengrui resolutely married his daughter-in-law. After that, he played with his son against his face. Xiaotuan Zi was happy, and his hands danced excitedly. Then

"Pa Pa Pa Pa"

"ha ha ha."

The dancing hand accidentally hit Yan Shengrui's face. The little guy slapped him several times as if he had discovered the new world. Yan Shengrui's smile suddenly froze in his face. Ling Jingxuan gave him a very rude smile. The more he played, the more addicted he became. The meat tooted little hands slapped back and forth in his face, and his mouth still gave out excited shouts from time to time.

"It's really a heartless little bastard. My father is helping you."

After returning to God, Yan Shengrui put the child on his leg and pinched his nose to show his punishment. It was him. If someone else dared to slap him, he would have gone to see him.

"Ah."

Yan Shengzhi, who had always loved his son, didn't know what to do. He looked to Ling Jingxuan, who was lying on the table with a smile. His son was not really made in a day. Shengqin Wang, who had no way to talk about his son, would have laughed off other people's teeth.

"Cough Don't blink, or your eyes will cramp. "

Seeing their father's face more and more ugly, Ling Jingxuan coughed twice and tried to hold back his smile. Facing his resentment, he took the child's hand, and the tiger slapped him gently on the back of his hand: "little bastard, the hand is used to take things, not to beat the father. After that, you know what?"

Once a child like this gets addicted to it, he will have to get rid of his bad habits for the first time. Otherwise, the whole family will suffer.

"Oh

The little mouth said that he was shriveled, and tears gathered in his eyes. His fleshy face was full of grievances, and he looked like he would cry at any time. Yan Shengrui was so distressed: "forget it, my son is still young."

"What a failure! You can't be honest with me

With a fierce gouge out of him, Ling Jingxuan looks at him with a slightly stern look, which is obviously threatening his little Tuan Zi: "don't cry, cry again, Dad beat again, and then start to hit the face, dad will smash your little butt."

He is also used to children, but he can't get used to some things. Take this kind of thing for example. Maybe now they will feel that their son's beating looks good and lovely. He is really worthy of being their son. But if he gets used to it, they will suffer in the future.

"Whoa, whoa..."

Xiaotuanzi is not a little bunny. They must be unreasonable to reason with him. The little guy cries when he doesn't agree. Yan Shengrui tries to hold him to coax him. But Ling Jingxuan's action is faster than him. He grabs the child and puts him in the crib. His sharp vision warns him to cry enough and never let him support him Become a bad habit of thinking that everything can be solved by crying.

"What's the respect? The child is still young..."

The son who was left on the bed cried "heartbroken". Yan Shengrui was so distressed that his face was tangled and his child control attribute was exposed."It's just because I'm young that I have to be disciplined."

Xiaotuanzi is not his son alone, and he will be distressed. However, when it comes to discipline, he must not be soft hearted, otherwise they will harm his son.

"But.

"No, but."

Yan Shengrui wanted to say something, but Ling Jingxuan rejected it. He looked at the crying little Tuanzi on the crib. Yan Shengrui's eyes were full of tangles. He wanted to rush over and have a good coax. But because of his daughter-in-law's deterrence, he didn't dare to take any real action. Unless he wanted to stand guard for her in the evening, he didn't want to experience the second time.

"Wuwu..."

Small group from the beginning of wailing to cry wrongly, tearful eyes have never seen someone to coax him, gradually, the cry is getting smaller and smaller, and finally simply with their little thumbs sucked up, the cry also disappeared clean, a room of people worried about half a day all silly eyes, this is lazy to cry or cry tired?

Ling Jing can not help but make complaints about all kinds of Tucao. Who has seen lazy like this? This is the blink of an eye. Fortunately, they are dying of heartache. The little bastard said he would not cry if he didn't cry. It is estimated that he should play happily again.

"Cough Your daughter-in-law, you are still very good. You should be decisive in your son's affairs. "

It's hard to accept the fact that his son is lazy even to cry. Yan Shengrui hugs his daughter-in-law and leans on his shoulder. He says that, but his eyes toward the crib are full of doting smiles. Maybe he is a little biased towards Xiaotuan. But who makes Xiaotuan look like his father? It's really painful.

It's better to look at him, and Ling Jingxuan will finish the rest of the painting. In the situation just now, if the big steamed bun is definitely not successful, he can severely reprimand Shengrui, but he can't do that to the big buns. If some little kids start to rebel against him, he will still be the headache.

"Is this the walker? How strange does it look? "

He picked up a sketch drawn by his daughter-in-law. Yan Shengrui looked puzzled. In his opinion, it was a miniature version of the crib with wheels, armrest and sunshade.

"It's a pram. When we go out later, we don't have to hold the baby in it. It's adjustable. The baby can lie down or sit."

Finally, Ling Jingxuan, who had finished drawing another picture, pointed to the middle position of the baby carriage and explained it simply. This was drawn by him according to his memory. Brother Zhao had to help study the specific details. As the child became heavier and heavier, anyone holding it for a long time would feel numb. Now that the baozi can't hold him, with the baby carriage, they can take him for a walk.

"Well, it's quite convenient. Is this a walking car?"

After nodding his head, Yan Shengrui picked up another sketch he had just drawn. Ling Jingxuan said as he collected the things: "well, in the future, as long as you put the child in the walking car, he can act on his own, but he still needs to be watched to avoid falling down or something. I know you love your son, and I also love it. But his body size is too big, and it will not be good for a long time We should make him move more. He will be six months after the new year starts, and the food should be fixed and fixed. He can't feed him if he wants to. "

Where has when the father does not ache own son? It's just that they have to use the right method to deal with the pain. Childhood obesity is also a stubborn disease that takes away children's lives. It's too late to control them. When something really happens in the future, it will be too late. What he wants is meat buns, not a lump of fat meat. An appropriate amount of meat will be very lovely, and too much meat will not be good. The one and only two are the

cars. "You are the doctor, you has the final say, but the two cars are quite good. After the old Zhao has come out, they sell it to the hundred rhymes. Let's be unique."

Every time Ling Jingxuan makes good things, even if he doesn't send them to Baiyun Pavilion, Zeng Shaoqing will take them. For example, cosmetics made by him have been sold in the capital now. Because they are sold in limited quantities, many people can't buy them even if they break their heads. They make a lot of money. However, once you think about it, others will use them the same as his small group Things, he is not happy, the palace is not short of money, can not be aggrieved small league son.

"OK, let's keep this for our exclusive use. In the future, if the people we've made friends with need, we'll send them out as gifts, which is more or less personal."

Knowing that he wanted to give his children the best and the most unique, Ling Jingxuan didn't refute his request. In fact, he didn't give them to Baiyun Pavilion, such as the small Tang Dynasty clothes, jackets, leather boots and so on. In the whole country, only small steamed buns could have them. Every time they dressed them up handsome, he could not say how satisfied they were.

"It's OK to give it away. Let's just sell it. Let's ask Zhao to make it for us. After the new year, we'll have a lot of social gatherings, which can be used."

Yan Shengrui will never say that he just wants to show off with his son.

"Ha ha You, there must be a limit to spoiling your sons. Be careful not to spoil them. "

At a glance to see what he was thinking, Ling Jingxuan can not help shaking his head, although he himself is very pet son.

"Spoil them. Don't you want them to be the second generation of dandies? That's not right? "Pick eyebrows, Yan Shengrui is full of domineering spirit. If he doesn't blink at him after finishing, it will be more perfect.

"It seems so. I almost forgot my goal, but I don't hope for Xiaowen and xiaotuanzi.

It's been a year and a half since he came here. Although the goal set at the beginning has not been achieved, Xiaowen Xiaowu is not a meat bun, but at least it is not a black and thin dry fried bun. He is still satisfied with it. As for the plan of the second generation ancestor, it is better to put it on a small group like white paper rather than on a cheap little bun.

"Ha ha."

Yan Shengrui holds him and laughs. Even if his family is Jingxuan, he can't change Xiaowen's stinginess. Although he doesn't have to shout for a long time with two liang of salt as before, he has to spend money lavishly. In addition to buying things for Xiaotuan, he has never seen it once. It is estimated that stingy son's problem will follow him all his life.