Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

After practicing walking with her for a while, An Cheng carried her to the bathroom to wash up, and when brushing her teeth carefully with a cotton swab, An Cheng couldn't help but lower his voice and say, "Baby's teeth grow so fast."

Song Le trembled, pretending she didn't hear anything, and looked at her little feet, looking for a good man to give her a sense of security, but found that he was still addicted to the game, and couldn't help being slightly angry: After returning, I must take the game away. The machine was sold!

An Cheng carried her back to the crib, watched her fall asleep, and then let the nanny go, while he went back to the room on the second floor.

After locking the door and sitting down at the desk, he took out a diary from the deep drawer, opened a page at random, and wrote on it:

There will be no An Xiaole in the future, she is mine.

indeed.No one really cares about this little trouble. In this world, he is the only one who is with her, so why can't it be his?

An Cheng held his chin, his beautiful facial features showed a sense of alienation, he turned to a blank page, and began to write today's record with a pen.

……

One year old Song is approaching his second birthday.

I don't know if she is stupid or if she is a slow learner, of course, there is no difference between the two, but the result is the same-she didn't learn to speak until almost two years old.

The kind of inarticulate speech.

And the first word that can be accurately bitten out is brother.

She leaned on the wall, walked out of the baby's room with small steps carefully, looked up at An Cheng who just came back from school and was still carrying a schoolbag, and bit a "pigeon" tone particle.

A hint of surprise and astonishment finally appeared on An Cheng's indifferent face.

After regaining consciousness, he saw him walking over with a frown, and the first sentence he said was: "Why did you come out without wearing shoes?"

Song Le was stunned, completely innocent. As a child, isn't it a bit amazing that she could put on her own shoes so quickly?

But An Cheng's face was gloomy, she couldn't say anything, so she pretended to be stupid and called out another little 'pigeon'.

Then An Cheng, who didn't respond, took her back to her room to put on her shoes.

"..." Song Le huddled into a ball aggrieved, this is not the plot she imagined.

When it was time to eat dinner, Song Le sat on the small table and stool specially made for the little baby, obediently asked him to put on a bib for her, then looked at the meat porridge in front of him, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

She is not such a person who loves to eat, but the year-long milk, teething sticks and rice cereal have already made her go crazy.

Now that he finally ate something salty, Song Le actually had tears in his eyes.

Sitting next to her, An Cheng saw that she was holding a small spoon and was lingering, so he raised his eyebrows: "Doesn't the baby like this?"

As he said that, he wanted to take it away and exchange it for something else.

This action directly made Song Le stare round, and quickly stretched out his small hand to grab his sleeve to stop him.

An Cheng saw that she didn't want it, paused, and said deliberately: "If you don't like it, I'll go make milk."

Not to mention!Song Le shook his head, groaned, and then said with difficulty: "Ah, bite, I want..." while looking at the meat porridge.

An Cheng was silent for a few seconds, raised his delicate face, and asked with a hint of arrogance, "Who am I?"

Song Le was stunned, you are An Cheng, why did you suddenly ask this?

Could it be... that she was expected to say his name?

This, I can't do it, the system settings make it impossible for her to do such a high-end behavior, Song Le is in a dilemma.

An Cheng saw that her little face was full of confusion, she was so stupid, and couldn't bear to make things difficult for her, so she coaxed, "What did you call me just now?"