Being His Little Fox

Years later.

In May, the weather gradually gets hotter.

Tang Song's body was checked by Fu Jingsheng, and there was no problem.

Over one year old, the little guy is learning to walk in his yard.

Shaky and fell to the ground without a few steps.

Tang Si was sitting on the recliner, holding the newspaper in his hand, so shaking.

A posture, lazy and laid-back.

Song Yi went over and kicked his calf: "Can you pick him up when he falls, and later he falls ill."

Tang Si raised his eyes, looked at the little guy standing in the yard, and sighed slowly: "It's all getting hot. He wears so much, what can happen to him?"

"The altitude is low. The child fell down and it didn't hurt." Tang Si raised his chin toward Tang Song: "Look, he didn't cry, so he certainly doesn't hurt."

Song Yi: "..."

That's because Tang and Song Dynasty didn't like to cry.

"Baby, come to mom."

Tang Song's short legs walked towards Song Yi with a swaying pace.

His features grew more and more like Tang Si.

It's like carved out of a mold.

She squatted down, squeezed Tang Song's face, and then looked at Tang Si and said, "So you looked like this when you were a kid? It's so cute."

Tang Si glanced at Tang Song, hummed, and said nothing.

"Have you chosen a place to travel? I'll hand over the request for leave."

"Ok."

Song Yi: "Leave the baby on Mom's side at that time, and come back after a month of playing."

Tang Song seemed to hear that his parents were about to drop him, and he wanted to hug him.

She hugged Tang Song, and she sank a lot: "If you give him less food in the future, what should you do if you raise a fat man in the future?"

Tang Si said indifferently: "How is it possible? We are not fat, how could he be fat?"

The genes are all like this, parents are not fat, and the chance of a child getting fat is quite small.

...

That night, Song Yi packed his luggage and things.

Tang Song was sitting on the bed, watching his mother clean up with skeletal eyes.

Tang Si came over after taking a shower and saw Tang and Song Mengda sitting there.

He walked over and picked up the little guy: "You are sleeping, why are you sitting on my bed?"

With that, he put the little guy on his own bed.

He hummed and expressed his dissatisfaction.

"Tell me? I sent you to kindergarten at the age of three."

Song Yi folded his clothes, always feeling that Tang Si's behavior was also very naive.

However, when I got up the next day, I was preparing to leave.

Just finished breakfast and found that the suitcase was messed up by the little guy.

Song Yi: "..."

Tang Si stroked his sleeves: "I think he owes you a lot."

"... Calm down, he wants to give you retirement."

"Where is my grandson, are you still sleeping?"

Song's mother came to pick up Tang and Song at this time, and she heard voices from far away.

Tang Song was taken out, his face was unhappy.

Mother Song: "Go out and have fun, leave it to me for grandson."

Tang Song still relied on his mother, he was weaned late.

At this time, it should have been separated for a while.

Mother Song embraced Tang Song and confessed: "You two go out and play, get along well, don't quarrel, have you heard?"

"No." Tang Si smiled: "I have such a good temper, where can I make noise?"

Song Yi glanced at him, this shameless kung fu is becoming more and more proficient.

Although, the temper is really good in front of her.

But ask Zhou Liang and the others, which one thinks Captain Tang Da has a good temper?

Teach people without hesitation at all.

Every time I watched him lead the team to train, it seemed like I saw the devil.

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