Take your daughter to eat the poor and rich

"My mother is taking Xiaobai," Zhuang Yao said, "You can sleep peacefully, don't worry."

Zhuang Yao and Song Huaixin greeted Bai Muhang while taking a bath, Xiaobai would be taken care of by Song Huaixin at night, so they didn't need to be distracted.

He didn't tell about Bai Muhang's illness, because he was afraid that his mother would be worried if he found out, and let Xiaobai know that he wouldn't be able to sleep well at night.

If the little guy knew that Bai Muhang was sick, he would definitely clamor to see his father.

Bai Muhang asked: "Didn't you make a fuss to come over at night?" Colds are easily contagious, and children's resistance is already weak, so Bai Muhang doesn't want his daughter to get sick.

"I went over to see." Zhuang Yao said: "It's very good, don't worry about my mother taking care of her." In the past, Xiaobai also stayed at Song Huaixin's place alone, and the little guy kissed his grandma.

It may be due to illness, although Bai Muhang took a nap in the afternoon, he is still sleepy, and his voice is weak: "I'm going to bed first."

Zhuang Yao lowered his head and kissed his forehead, "Go to sleep."

"Stay away from me, too," Bai Muhang said in a low voice, "In case the infection is transmitted to you." After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and fell asleep not long after. Seeing his long breathing, Zhuang Yao reached out and touched his forehead again .

His body temperature is higher than his.

It has been snowing heavily for the past few days, and the snow has piled up to be half a foot thick. As soon as the heavy snow stopped last night, the young man couldn't wait to take Xiaobai to build a snowman.

There is also a row of snowmen they made in the yard, three or four big and small, with noses and eyes.

The two of them played like crazy, and when they came back, they were sweating all over. Song Huaixin hurriedly took Xiaobai to change into clean clothes, and drank some medicine to prevent colds.

Bai Muhang didn't drink, so he took off his clothes and took a shower when he came back.

It must have been cold yesterday.

Zhuang Yao went downstairs to ask Shao Qin to get a thermometer, Shao Qin asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want some cold medicine?"

"No need," Zhuang Yao asked, "Are there any cooling stickers?"

"I have them all." Shao Qin said, "I'll get them for you." There are children at home, and these things are prepared, just in case they are not sure when they will be needed.

Xiao Bai didn't use it, but Bai Muhang did it first.

Shao Qin took a thermometer and cooling stickers for Zhuang Yao, and asked with concern: "Is it serious? I need to go to the hospital to see if it is serious."

Zhuang Yao said: "It's just a low fever, don't tell my parents, lest they worry."

Shao Qin said: "Don't carry it hard. If you feel uncomfortable, you still have to go to the hospital. I know that you young people don't like to go to the hospital. If you have a little problem, you like to carry it."

Zhuang Yao said: "I know."

Shao Qin said: "What do you want to eat tomorrow morning, I'll make something delicious for you."

Zhuang Yao doesn't know what to eat in the morning when he's sick, maybe he'll heal when he wakes up tomorrow morning, "You can do it as you see, maybe you don't have much appetite, so make something easy to digest and appetizing."

"Okay." Shao Qin agreed.

Zhuang Yao went upstairs with the anti-fever sticker, and glanced into Xiaobai's room as he passed by.

His parents are there.

Zhuang Yao went back to the room, stuffed the thermometer under the young man's armpit, took it out after a while, it was 37 degrees four, and went up a little.

He put the cooling patch on the young man's smooth forehead.

Zhuang Yao still has work to do at night, and he is worried about going to the study to do things. He is afraid that the young man will not sleep well, so he takes the computer and documents to the room to deal with, and takes care of the young man while doing things. body temperature.

Seeing his body temperature drop gradually, Zhuang Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

In the next room, Zhuang Qing and Song Huaixin sat at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed.

Bai Muhang and Zhuang Yao usually accompany Xiaobai to sleep. Compared with his grandparents, Xiaobai is more attached to his two fathers.

Song Huaixin had a rare chance to coax Xiaobai to sleep, so she brought her husband over with her.

Zhuang Qing reluctantly followed his wife, feeling uncomfortable when he entered the room decorated with fans.

This kind of environment is really not suitable for a man like him.

Song Huaixin said: "This is your granddaughter. If you don't like putting your granddaughter to bed, what do you want to do?" She gave Xiaobai the TV a few days ago, and she thought her husband was enlightened, but it turned out that she was thinking too much.

Still like a piece of wood.

Xiaobai is one meter closer to him, and he can hide three meters back without hurting the child at all.

He just didn't want to do anything, Zhuang Qing was blocked and had nothing to say, and sat at the end of the bed boldly, with an impatient expression on his face.

Song Huaixin said: "If you don't want to stay here, go back to sleep by yourself."

Just as Zhuang Qing wanted to agree, he thought about it again, does the wife mean that she won't go back to bed tonight?

Want to sleep with Xiaobai?

Zhuang Qing stared at Xiao Bai with a stern face. It's fine to snatch him to watch TV during the day, but at night he wants to snatch his wife? !

Really pissed him off!

Xiao Bai was not afraid of him at all, he lay on the bed and hugged Xiong Da: "Grandpa, tell me a story."

Xiaobai felt that he had a good time getting along with his grandfather during this time. They watched many cartoons together, and they are already good friends who can chat.

It's a pity that Zhuang Qing didn't think so.

Want to tell her a story?

How can he tell stories? !

No, why does he tell stories?

Don't talk!

Song Huaixin smiled and said, "What story does the baby want to hear? Let Grandpa tell you."

Zhuang Qing: "..."

Xiaobai thought for a while and said, "I want to hear the story of the Little Mermaid."

Song Huaixin looked at Zhuang Qing, Zhuang Qing held back for a long time with a sullen face and said, "No." I've never heard of the Little Mermaid or Little Mermaid Shrimp.

How could Zhuang Qing tell stories? Song Huaixin also knew, so she said to her husband: "Quickly check the Internet, and tell the baby according to what the Internet says."

Zhuang Qing: "..." My wife has changed!

"Don't talk." Zhuang Qing turned his head and gave the two of them a distant view of their backs.

Song Huaixin didn't force it, and said to Xiaobai: "Grandpa can't tell stories, can grandma tell you?"

Xiaobai said, "Thank you grandma."

Song Huaixin has never told a story to her children. She checked the Internet on her mobile phone for a long time, and felt that these fairy tales were not suitable for children to listen to.

All the princes and princesses lived happily together, or the prince kissed and woke up the princess.

Look, is this a story for children?

How inappropriate for young children to listen to this.

The stories about small animals are more cute, and they can also tell children some truths.

The crow drinking water and the pony crossing the river are pretty good, and the tortoise and the hare race, much better than those princesses and princes.

Song Huaixin checked for a long time, and finally made a decision.When he was about to speak, he looked down and saw that Xiaobai had already fallen asleep.

The little guy tilted his head, his mouth was pursed, and he was sleeping peacefully.

"Sleep so soon." Song Huaixin felt a little regretful before the story started.

Zhuang Qing turned his head and saw that Xiaobai was asleep, the corners of his mouth curled up in joy.

He tried his best not to show it too obviously.

"Don't disturb the child when she's asleep, and we'll go back to our room to sleep."

Song Huaixin nodded, straightened Xiaobai's head to prevent a stiff neck, covered the quilt tightly, left a light behind and exited the room.

She said regretfully: "The baby didn't even hear me tell her a story." She made up her mind.

Zhuang Qing didn't care at all: "I'll talk about it later, it's not like there's no chance."

Song Huaixin nodded and said, "That's right." He decided to make up for this regret tomorrow.

Zhuang Qing didn't think so, he wished that the little guy would go to bed early every day, and it would be better if he also slept during the day so as not to compete with him for the TV.

There is obviously more than one TV in the house, but for some reason, the one on the first floor looks better.

After returning to the room, Zhuang Qing happily went to bed, Song Huaixin pulled him and said, "Don't sleep yet."

Zhuang Qing asked: "What's wrong?"

You don't want that, do you?It's all old couple's, so I'm sorry.

But if the wife wants it, he can.

It's been a while since they both...

Zhuang Qing's face was hot, and the tips of his ears were red, but his skin was dark, which was not obvious.

Song Huaixin said: "Neither of us can tell stories, that's okay, what if Xiaobai doesn't like what we tell tomorrow night?"

Zhuang Qing: "........."

It was as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on him in the winter, and his heart was shattered, and at the same time, he was indescribably depressed.

He opened his mouth and shut his mouth for Xiaobai's sake, so why not think more about him?

He was excited just now... and now...

Song Huaixin said again: "I still need to practice more, I will practice tonight, and I will be able to speak to Xiaobai tomorrow to be smooth."

Zhuang Qing turned around depressed and fell asleep with the quilt covering his head, not wanting to talk at all.

Since living with Xiaobai, he has fallen out of favor.

Xiaobai eats delicious food first, Xiaobai watches TV first, and now he is forced to tell stories, he will not be able to stay in this family soon!

Song Huaixin gave him a tug: "Did you hear that?"

Zhuang Qing snorted unhappily.

Song Huaixin didn't know what was wrong with him, and thought it was because he didn't want to tell the story: "Look how old you are, why are you still ignorant?"

Zhuang Yao: "..." How is he ignorant?

His position as the head of the family has been provoked by that little guy, what else do we want from him?

I feel wronged, my wife doesn't love him anymore!

Song Huaixin said: "If you don't want to talk, just listen to me. I'm not very good at it either. You need to practice more."

Zhuang Yao and Song Huai's bedtime stories when they were young were all told by the nanny. Zhuang Yao started reading books by himself after he was able to recognize the pinyin at the age of four or five, and he didn't need others to tell them.

Therefore, it was the first time for Song Huaixin and Zhuang Qing to experience the feeling of telling stories to children at such an age.

A little excited, but also a little apprehensive, afraid that Xiaobai wouldn't like to hear it if he didn't speak well.

Practice more.

Of course, these are Song Huaixin's thoughts alone.

Zhuang Qing's whole body, from the inside to the outside, has the word "resistance" written all over it.

Song Huaixin said to her husband: "Don't rush to sleep, listen to me and see what I say."

Zhuang Qing didn't want to listen: "I'm sleepy."

Song Huaixin said, "Shall I make you a cup of coffee?"

Zhuang Qing: "..." His wife really doesn't love him anymore!Let him drink coffee at night, deliberately not to let him sleep well.

"Don't drink." He was making a fuss by himself.

Song Huaixin said: "Then don't sleep, listen to me, and give me some advice after listening."

Do not listen!Zhuang Qing yelled in his heart, and said, "Speak."

Song Huaixin took the phone and found a children's story about animals.

Zhuang Qing only heard his wife whispering in his ear: "Little tadpoles are looking for their mother." Suddenly he was jittery and his body went numb.

It's really dying!

Song Huaixin didn't notice it, and whispered in her gentle voice: "The warm spring has come, the ice in the pond has melted, and the mother frog has woken up after sleeping all winter..."

With his back to his wife, Zhuang Qing gritted his teeth and insisted, but he couldn't hold on any longer!

"...One day, the mother duck took her baby to play in the pond... The little tadpole asked the mother duck, 'Mother duck, mother duck, where is our mother?' That's not right," Song Huaixin suddenly reacted and said: "This story is not suitable for Xiaobai. Xiaobai has no mother, so this story is not suitable for her."

Regarding the topic of mother, it is better to avoid Xiaobai, children are too young to listen, and they will naturally understand when they grow up.

Zhuang Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, he heard his wife talking again.

"This story is good. It didn't tell about my father or my mother." Song Huaixin read softly: "One day, the rabbit and the tortoise raced..."

Zhuang Qing: "..."

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