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Zhao Lingfei was stunned for a second, then laughed out loud: "Haha, young master, do you know the legal working age stipulated in our country? If you go to work now, someone will probably report the company for allowing minors to work illegally."

Xingxing had a sad face and was very unhappy.

Being young is not good at all!

Can't go to school or go to work.

If he starts working now, he can work for many years longer than others.

Xiao Xingxing was very depressed and looked up at Zhao Lingfei: "Uncle Zhao is so powerful, why can't he change Xingxing's age? If Uncle Zhao doesn't tell others that Xingxing is two and a half years old, no one will know."

Staring at Xingxing's serious face, Zhao Lingfei laughed even louder.

Looking at Uncle Zhao who didn't understand him at all and was still laughing at him, Xiao Xingxing became angry. He pursed his lips and snorted: "Uncle Zhao is making fun of Xingxing, Xingxing is ignoring Uncle Zhao!"

finished,

Little Xingxing raised her butt and crossed her fat waist and went upstairs.

Looking at the boy's back, Zhao Lingfei almost burst into tears from laughter. He wiped the corners of his eyes and chased after him: "Young Master, wait a minute, I'm not laughing at you, I swear!"

In the past, I had to be carried up the stairs by someone.

just now.

Little Xingxing needs to climb the stairs by herself.

Even though Zhao Lingfei reached out and wanted to hug him, he was still rejected by Xingxing, who had a strong self-esteem.

Xingxing huffed and climbed up with a smile on his face.

Because he is too small.

Every step up the stairs was difficult for him.

Just climbed a few steps.

He was so tired that he sat on the stairs and was about to cry.

Zhao Lingfei leaned over with a smile: "What's wrong, young master? Weren't you fine just now? Did someone bully you at school? Tell Uncle Zhao. Uncle Zhao will support you."

Xiao Xingxing wanted to cry even more.

My sister told those big brothers and sisters that he was a genius and he could do everything.

However, he couldn't even climb the stairs.

He is really stupid.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt aggrieved. When Xingxing pursed her lips, tears fell.

It was rare to see the young master cry. Zhao Lingfei was really panicked. He couldn't laugh anymore. He scratched his head and surrounded Xiao Xingxing in a panic: "Young master, what's wrong with you? Did someone bully you?"

The more Xiao Xingxing thought about it, the more aggrieved she became. She started crying from a young age and started crying loudly: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Sister said, Xingxing can do anything...but Xingxing can't even climb the stairs...uuuuuuuuuuuuu Wu Xingxing is an idiot, Xingxing doesn’t like Xingxing anymore..."

Zhao Lingfei scratched his head and didn't understand where the young master's tears were, so he could only console him: "Young master, you can't climb the stairs if you can't climb them. When I was your age, I was still wetting the bed. At least you don't wet the bed. Right?"

Mention bedwetting.

Xiao Xingxing cried even more sadly.

He dreamed of going to the toilet last night and accidentally wet the bed...

Zhao Lingfei, who has little experience in coaxing babies, also has a big head: "Young Master, please stop crying, okay? As long as you don't cry, I will agree to whatever you ask me to do!"

"Really?" Xingxing choked, looking at Zhao Lingfei with red and swollen eyes: "Xingxing wants to go to work with daddy and mommy..."

Zhao Lingfei covered his face: "This one doesn't work, can you change it to another one?"

Xingxing cried louder.

He Licun didn't know when he came down.

He stared at his youngest son sitting on the seventh floor stairs, crying sadly, and glanced at Zhao Lingfei: "What's wrong with him?"

Zhao Lingfei's body suddenly became tense.

Looking up at He Licun, Zhao Lingfei laughed dryly: "The young master said he wants to go to work... Master He, you should coax the young master, I am really at my wits end."

He Licun stared at his youngest son's back and said in a cold voice, "Don't cry anymore."

After these four words fell, Xiao Xingxing stopped crying. He held back the tears and refused to let them fall again.

He Licun approached and picked up the little pink dumpling.

Staring at Xingxing's red and swollen eyes from crying, he felt distressed and exhaled: "Okay, daddy will take you to eat hot pot later and let you eat spicy pot."

Xingxing sobbed, wiping her tears and nodded: "Xingxing wants to eat the spiciest pot."

Xingxing is still easy to coax.

Just one or two words will do the trick.

Before Pianzhi woke up, He Licun took his youngest son to the dining area and ate the spicy hot pot specially delivered by the hot pot restaurant.

Xingxing completely forgot about wanting to go to work just now. His spicy little mouth was swollen. The more he ate, the happier he became. He picked up a piece of freshly boiled tripe and handed it to He Licun: "Daddy will eat it too."

Zhao Lingfei, who had been following him, reminded in a low voice: "Young master, I am allergic and cannot eat spicy food."

"Oh, then wake up and give it to Daddy. It won't be spicy anymore."

Finished the hot pot meal.

Little Xing woke up and had diarrhea.

The family doctor came quietly to Li Yuan, prescribed antidiarrheal medicine for Xingxing, and left.

He Licun had just prepared antidiarrheal medicine for his son.

Jiang Pianzhi went downstairs in her pajamas.

She stared at him who was soaking in the water, as if he hadn't woken up yet. She yawned: "It's already ten o'clock, why haven't you gone to work yet?"

"No rush." ​​He Licun quickly hid the antidiarrheal medicine in his hand, his technique was natural and there were no flaws at all.

Jiang Pianzhi nodded, walked over sleepily, and was about to pick up the glass of water.

He Licun held the water glass: "Ahem, madam, this glass of water is a bit hot. I'll pour you another glass."

"No, I think the temperature is just right." Jiang Pianzhi ignored him, picked up the cup and took a sip.

Take this bite.

Jiang Pianzhi woke up.

She glanced down at the water, which showed no color change, and then looked up at He Licun.

He Licun lowered his eyelids and tried to change the subject: "Madam, I'll go to the kitchen and have someone prepare breakfast for you."

"Wait a minute." Jiang Pianzhi held his arm; "Why is there antidiarrheal medicine in it? Who drank it?"

He Licun: "..."

He hasn't spoken yet.

Little Xingxing, who had just come out of the children's toilet on the first floor, was holding his stomach with a look of pain on his face: "Daddy, Xingxing has a stomachache..."

Jiang Pianzhi: "...He Licun, did you take your son to eat hot pot again?"

He Licun: "...Well, just a little bit."

Jiang Pianzhi rubbed the center of his brows, put down the water glass a little angrily, and turned around to check on Xingxing without saying a word.

After confirming that Xingxing only had mild diarrhea and nothing serious.

She called the father and son over, and then asked them to face the wall and think about their mistakes.

Xingxing raised her head cautiously, glanced at her father, who was also forced to stand like herself, and whispered: "Daddy, are you tired?"

He Licun: "...it's okay."

Xingxing looked innocent: "Daddy, will you take Xingxing to eat hot pot next time?"