Little husband's market life

Sometimes, when Qiao Zhishu saw his son laying on his brother's chest with a lump of meat, and pouting and drooling, he would also panic.

When little Tangbao was taken away to be nursed, he looked at Sheng Yao who was sitting in front of the desk, and went to sit on him with his legs crossed, with his arms around his neck.

Sheng Yao leaned back against the back of the chair and caught the big baby in his arms, "Huh?"

Qiao Zhishu pursed her lips and smiled shyly, then tilted her head, leaned on Sheng Yao's shoulder, and muttered, "I'm sleepy too..."

The smell of milk from Xiao Tangbao's body still remained in Sheng Yao's arms, Qiao Zhishu took a breath in fascination, and then heard a chuckle from his ear.

So Qiao Zhishu turned his face, put the tip of his nose against Sheng Yao's neck, raised a finger to touch Sheng Yao's Adam's apple, and hummed softly, "Are you laughing at me?"

Responding to him was Sheng Yao's face with his head bowed sideways.

Qiao Zhishu cooperated as soon as he saw this posture, and immediately pouted proactively and touched Sheng Yao.

Being pleased again, Sheng Yao placed one hand on Qiao Zhishu's back and patted gently, "Go to sleep."

Qiao Zhishu was curled up in Sheng Yao's arms, with his arms hanging limply by his side. He wanted to get up after lying down for a while, and don't let the maids see. Who knew that Xiao Tangbao's Fengshui treasure land was so comfortable that he really fell asleep. caught.

About half an hour later, Sheng Yao's legs became numb, and he planned to lie down and read a book.

"Knock knock." He curled his long fingers and knocked twice on the big desk.

The boy who was waiting outside the study came in quickly, walked to the desk and was about to speak, but when he met the master's gaze, he quickly fell silent.

Sheng Yao's strong arms exerted strength, and he supported the little husband in his arms with both hands, stood up, and only used his chin to click on the unfinished book on the table.

"Huh?" Qiao Zhishu fell into a drowsy sleep, instinctively raised his arms around Sheng Yao's neck, and leaned forward.

"Sleep with you." With great strength, Sheng Yao rolled up while holding the person in his arms.

The young man followed the master into the study compartment with the book in his hand, put the book on the Arhat's bed, and walked out, thinking about the scene just now, thinking that there is no man who can act like a spoiled child more than the second master.

When Qiao Zhishu's weight was on Sheng Yao's body instead of his legs, Qiao Zhishu himself woke up.

"Why did you come in?" Lazily rubbing his forehead against Sheng Yao's neck.

Sheng Yao raised his chin so that Qiao Zhishu's head could be pressed against his shoulder, "Legs are numb."

"Ah?" Qiao Zhishu giggled after being surprised, and at the same time pretended to be considerate as if he had eaten honey in his heart, "Then you won't push me down?"

Sheng Yao likes to tease Fu Lang when he is being obedient, "If others look at me more, you will tie me up. Your son has slept in my arms for two days. If I kick you out again, you still have to lock me up." ?”

Qiao Zhishu rolled over and lay next to Sheng Yao, shaking with laughter, he grabbed Sheng Yao's arm holding the book, shaking so that Sheng Yao couldn't read the book, so he could only look at him.

"You can't argue with me." Because I can't fight you, Qiao Zhishu said the latter sentence in his heart.

"I don't." Sheng Yao was a little naive today, and he didn't know if he was holding back the child with a soft-spoken voice, "Then I beg you not to pretend to be tired, will you listen?"

Qiao Zhishu raised his hand to cover Sheng Yao's mouth, and then he was kissed on the palm of his hand, and even heard the other party accuse him of his 'crimes' one by one.

"I have a cramp in my leg."

"Sleepy." Sheng Yao stated the facts lightly. Generally, as long as Qiao Zhishu is not lying down, these few words are the same as mantras, especially when she is sitting on Sheng Yao.

"Ah..." Qiao Zhishu was very embarrassed, got up and kissed Sheng Yao with a "tsk tsk tsk", begging for mercy, "I kiss you, let's not talk."

Sheng Yao likes Fulang's fluffy and coquettish behavior with him. With a smile in the corner of his eyes, he took the initiative to deepen the kiss while hugging him.

In the evening, the family has dinner.

Little Tangbao sat limply in his father's arms, watching the adults eat with big eyes as beautiful as black jade, and the greedy little guy opened his mouth to eat hands and hands.

Xiao Tangbao clenched his small fist and punched it on the forehead first, then the small fist slid down along the eyebrows, eyelids, and nose. Seeing that it was about to be stuffed into his mouth, he still opened his small mouth and shook it left and right. Head, and finally eat my own little hand after all the hardships...

Qiao Zhishu was looking at his son all the time, so he was amused by Xiao Tangbao's gesture of eating his hands.

"What's the matter? Qiao Er?" Grandma saw her grandson smiling, and laughed too.

Xiao Tangbao looked at his father while sucking his thumb. After receiving his father's happy mood with his wide eyes, he grinned and grinned.

Qiao Zhishu laughed so hard that he couldn't speak, so he stretched out his hand to take Xiao Tangbao's claws out of his mouth, and then Xiao Tangbao demonstrated to everyone how he eats his hands.

Little Tangbao stared wide-eyed, obediently accepted everyone's gaze on him, then continued to eat hands and hands calmly, and after being hugged by his father, his little feet swayed wildly with joy.

Qiao Zhi Shu Bobo kissed Xiao Tangbao's forehead twice, "My dear son, please be gentle, what should you do if you beat yourself stupid?"

Little Tangbao's movements are not yet flexible, so he sits motionless in his father's arms and concentrates on eating his hands. Occasionally, he will yell twice, and he will be quiet when he is stroked by his father.

Sheng Ying: "Nonsense, who wasn't like this when they were young? Who do you think is stupid?"

Qiao Zhishu smirked, and when he raised his head, the bowl was so full that it was on top, and Sheng Yao was still picking up vegetables for him... Xiao Tangbao raised his head, and gnawed on his fat claws greedily.

The author has something to say: No, I didn’t get out, it’s really a headache to get angry...