Chapter 1120 make up for all the regrets of Gong ou

"Come on, mummy kiss one, kiss one..."

Xia Yu's excited voice came out, accompanied by brother Li's simple and honest smile.

Gong Oula rushes in while Xiaonian rushes in, and sees Xia Yu sitting on the sofa with a pumpkin in his arms, pouting his mouth and reaching for his little face.

It's less than 2cm away.

"Let go of your mouth!" Gong Ou immediately roared, realizing that his actions might frighten the child. He forced his anger down and shouted with his teeth, "if you don't want me to leave you in the sea!"

Little pumpkin stared at Gong ou with round eyes. He was totally ignorant and his mouth slightly opened.

“……”

Xia Yusha is there. He looks at Gong Ou in horror, his mouth pouting.

“……”

Brother Li was with Xiayu, who was stunned for a moment.

The scene was once silent.

Little pumpkin is wearing a simple Nightgown, showing a pair of small feet of meat and staring at Gong Ou all the time.

Staring at the pumpkin, he suddenly laughed, "coco..."

This laugh broke all the silence. Everyone looked at the pumpkin in surprise. Xia Yu said excitedly, "Hey, I saw the pumpkin smile for the first time. It's so cute!"

"Of course my son is lovely!" Gong Ou groaned, reached for his son before he left, and snapped, "don't kiss my son in the future!"

Brother Li hurriedly said, "no, we know that it's not healthy to kiss the baby. My wife has been addicted to mouth and won't really kiss."

"Trick the devil!" Gong Ou said simply, "your woman's bloody mouth almost swallowed my son!"

“……”

Big mouth? Where does she have it?

Smell speech, summer rain a face to cry phase ground to see when small read, send out to ask for help eye signal.

Shixiaonian hasn't spoken yet. Gong Ou has seen it. "Do you still want shixiaonian to speak for you? Then don't come near my son! "

Don't let her get close to such a beautiful and lovely baby?

"No, no, that's my son..."

"Who agreed?"

Gong Ou holds the pumpkin on his back and faces the summer rain.

Xia Yu still wants to talk. Brother Li hurriedly drags his wife out and simply scolds him, "there are no children at home to play with. They have to play with what others do. Do you really want to be thrown into the sea to feed the fish?"

At that time, Xiao Nian didn't even put in a word. Brother Li had already dragged the summer rain away.

The door was taken.

When Xiaonian put away the scattered toys, he whispered, "you don't need to be so nervous."

"Who knows if he has infantilism."

“……”

Again.

Gong Ou then carefully put the little pumpkin into the crib, stood up straight, and moved his hands, as if he had just done a very laborious thing to hold the baby.

Sometimes his nerves are too tense. Let alone others. He holds a child himself with all kinds of rigidities. He's afraid of too much force when he falls.

"Don't be so nervous, Gong ou." When Xiaonian went to sit down beside the baby bed, he took up his hand and rang the bell twice.

Little pumpkin stared at the toy and yawned.

"He's going to sleep."

Gong Ou hurriedly shakes the crib in the form of a basket, and says to Xiao Nian not to speak again.

When Xiaonian looked at Gong ou, his face was all serious, as if he was doing a great thing.

Gong Ou is usually very busy. Even when he travels, he still has to work. When he is free, he goes to see his children. Such a small pumpkin is always sleeping. Therefore, Gong Ou seldom wakes up to accompany his children in a day. Unexpectedly, he would notice that the pumpkin always likes to be shaken to sleep.

For the three children, Gong Ou doesn't seem to take care of them personally, but she and the nanny can't find many small details, but he can.

Maybe it's the gift of being a dad.

Gong Ou shakes it very lightly. When looking at the pumpkin, Xiao nianshou's toy looks at the toy and his eyes are getting smaller.

Watching the child fall asleep, Gong Ou immediately stops shaking and reaches out to cover the quilt for the pumpkin.

"Palace..."

Gong Ou glances at Xiaonian, and her eyes severely interrupt her. She is not allowed to make a sound.

"It's not that serious. Unless there's a sharp voice, the baby won't wake up." When small read sits in the opposite side of palace Europe to say, put the toy aside.

"Still not."

Gong Ou's voice was so light that he could hardly hear it. A pair of black eyes stared at the son in the crib, stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt down. He thought about it and pulled it back again. He was not sure, "Xiaonian, do you want to cover the quilt? It doesn't seem cold in the room. "

"It's OK to build a little."

Shi Xiaonian watched him repeatedly pull the quilt again and again, and suddenly thought of Feng De's words.

Even if they are together every day, there are still many unspeakable regrets in Gong Ou's heart. Diving is one thing. Is it another to neglect to take care of children?

To Gong ou, the little pumpkin, is too nervous. To Gong Yao and Gong Kui, who are already bigger, Gong Ou often can't hold that degree.

"Gong ou."

When Xiao Nian whispered out his name.

Gong Ou looks up at her from the opposite side, and there is a little fatigue between her eyes and eyebrows.

"In fact, you have done a good job. We had a good family time in moonlight rock, haven't we?" When Xiaonian looked at him with clear eyes, "don't be particularly nervous because there is little time left for children. We can make up for the lack of time."

My adoptive father is right. Gong ou should pay attention to all her regrets. She can't accompany Gong Ou but ignores them.

"Why do you say that all of a sudden?"

Gong Ou asked, looking down at his sleeping son, "how can I make it up? Call your son now? Feed him, change his clothes, bathe him, cut his hair? "

"So you have so much to do with pumpkin?" When small read surprised, he is blurt out, is the subconscious idea.

“……”

Gong Ou stops talking.

"Then why didn't you change the diaper?" Asked shixiaonian in bewilderment.

“……”

Gong Ou silently made a neck pinching movement at her, and the woman who knew it clearly said, "I will only be willing to change my urine for one person in my life."

"Who is it?"

"You."

“……”

If she drinks water in her mouth now, she will spray it out. When Xiaonian stares at him in horror, "why should I pee?"

Is she sick?

"When you're old, you don't need to pee when you're paralyzed in bed?" Gong Ou asked me bluntly.

Two people are talking about things decades later at the baby bed of pumpkin.

Lying in bed

When small read blinked an eye, "you and I are old, want to paralyze also is you paralyze first."

"I'm not paralyzed!"

Gong Ou refuses to be so old, miserable and useless.

"Then I'm not paralyzed."

Why does she want to collapse in bed when she is old.

"Shixiaonian, are you a woman?" Gong Ou stares at her fiercely. Can't you hear that?

"I don't care. I'm not paralyzed."

When Xiaonian shook his head.

"You..." Gong Ou stretched out her hand and scraped hard on her nose. "You boring woman!"

“……”

Hello, who is not interesting? I can really think of using diaper as a sentiment.

When Xiaonian decided to turn this page quickly, "what I said to make up for the regret is to make a rich meal and be filial."

"I filial to him?" Gong Ou points to his son in the small bed in shock. "And are you sure he can have a big meal now?"

When Xiaonian couldn't help laughing, he pushed away his hand. "Of course, I don't mean little pumpkin, it's mother."

"Mother?"

Gong Ou is stunned.

"I just looked at you, and suddenly thought that even if you are now successful in your career and happy in your family, your mother will still be very nervous about you. As a boat, she will try not to disturb you. Sometimes when I go to chat with you, I will ask you how you eat and how you are." "When small read lightly say," have you heard a word, raise a child to know parents grace

“……”

Gong Ou low eyes, silence.

"You are nervous about pumpkin because you spend less time with her, so is your mother..." Shi Xiaonian said, "she is the most lonely person now."

Most of all, she knows Gong Ou wants to do more, but he doesn't know where to start.

She knows all these, but if her adoptive father orders her, she will not think so much. She will pick up all the regrets for Gong ou.

"What are you talking about so sensationally?" Gong Ou said, "anyway, it's her birthday in a few days. It's better to make a meal without thinking about gifts."

It's awkward.

It turns out that he remembers Luo Qi's birthday so clearly.

"Well, prepare while your son is sleeping." Xiao Nian stood up and said, full of energy.

Gong Ou did not stand up and looked up at her.

"What's the matter?" When small read ask.

"Will you be with me?" Gong Ou Dao.

"Of course." When Xiaonian nodded, he went to hug his arm and pulled him up. "Gong ou, you think so and I'm tired of being together. I'm not afraid that I'm tired of losing my feeling, just like holding the right hand with the left hand."

Wen Yan, Gong Ou stared at her with low eyes, deep eyes, handsome face without any smile and deep voice, "in my painting, we used to have more time to get along with each other, but now we are less. We are tired of living together until we are 100 years old, or less!"

Still less

Because of these things, they have too much time apart, and they have less time.

Now that he has less time to imagine, how can he lose his feeling for a long time.

When Xiaonian listened to Gong ou and stood there for a long time.

She always thought that they were together for a long time, long enough for her to worry about other things and other people around her, and sometimes she was not happy because she was too tired

Qi Gong Ou's feelings towards two people are always lacking something. Maybe it's that bigotry.

"Well." When Xiaonian hugged his arm, "I see, Gong ou."

"Never say that again!" He doesn't like listening.

"Good."

"Let's go, let's study the recipe, and try to make a big meal for your mother's birthday party."

"Didn't you do it with me?"

"I supervise you, and I will accompany you."

"I still use you to supervise? Don't forget how good the fried egg meal I made is and how much it keeps you in mind! " Gong Ou is full of confidence.