[Comprehensive] Parents are not easy to do

Wang Jingyao watched Murong Bo walk in angrily, straightened her clothes immediately, and handed the child to the nurse, letting her carry the child out first.

"Master, I was wrong." Seeing the nanny leaving the room, Wang Jingyao walked cautiously to Murong Bo's side.

"Madam, where do you think I'm wrong?" Murong Bo had a straight face, but he laughed in his heart, wondering what his wife was doing in the house, so she was breastfeeding the child, why was she so cautious?

"Master, I shouldn't break the rules and breastfeed the child, but you are also considerate of me as a mother. I only have this child, Cheng'er. I love him and want to give him all the best. ...I don't want him to be too close to other women in the future." Wang Jingyao began to cry while speaking.

"Oh, I didn't say anything about you. Why are you crying? Look, it's my fault. Okay, my wife, don't cry. I didn't tell you not to feed the child yourself, okay? Okay, don't cry." Seeing his wife's tears, Murong Bo immediately panicked, he was most afraid of other people's tears.

"Master, is what you said true? You really asked me to feed Cheng'er by myself?" Wang Jingyao immediately wiped her tears when she heard this, grabbed her husband's sleeve and asked.

"It's true, I never said that I wouldn't let you feed the child by yourself, you, do you know what I'm mad about?" Murong Bo sighed and sat down.

"Madam, since we got married, I think I have not hidden anything from you. Whether it is the details of my Murong family or me, I have clearly laid it out in front of you, but this time you did not reveal the matter. Tell me, breastfeeding your child secretly, although this matter is small, it fully shows that you still don't trust me, your master, I am very angry now." Murong Bo patted the table viciously, looking at his wife .

Looking at her husband's appearance, Wang Jingyao didn't know that he was no longer angry, and immediately sat beside him with a smile and said: "Master, it's my fault, I'm wrong, I shouldn't believe you, who are you?" , how can you argue with me, a little girl, not to mention, you love me so much, how can you be willing to argue with me, right? Master, believe me, this kind of thing will never happen again, please forgive me Once, huh?" Wang Jingyao hugged Murong Bo's waist and said shyly.

Murong Bo grabbed his wife and pulled his wife into his arms.

"That's what you said, forget it this time, if you dare to hide something from me next time, be careful that you won't be able to get out of bed the next day." Murong Bo smiled and watched his wife beat his chest shyly, and secretly exhaled deeply. In a sigh of relief, fortunately, this time it was only such a small matter that was concealed. If he found out that his wife had concealed something important, then he would definitely have a heart attack from fright.

From that day on, Wang Jingyao boldly fed the child with confidence. Sure enough, the child fed by this mother looked cuter than other children. Murong Cheng's small body was also stronger than babies of the same age, and his two small arms were even more Like lotus root, white and fat.

At noon that day, Wang Jingyao was sitting by the side, embroidering needlework. Murong Bo himself told him to watch Cheng'er take a nap, and the two father and son fell asleep together after arguing on the bed. Wang Jingyao saw that the two were sleeping soundly, Going forward to help them cover the quilt, put the little things like the rouge box that you just used for fun in the innermost part, and went out.

After a while, Murong Cheng opened his big eyeballs, turned around, saw the rouge box beside him, and got up, holding the rouge box in both hands, patting it non-stop, laughing loudly , He opened the rouge box, saw the red rouge inside, and reached out to grab it curiously, making both hands covered with red rouge, Murong Cheng laughed more happily when he saw it, and kept patting the quilt on the bed with both hands , Seeing the rouge printed on the bed in his little hand, Murong Cheng grabbed the rouge box and fumbled around. For a while, even Murong Bo himself was brutally murdered.

"Well, Cheng'er is good, sleep well, Daddy is holding you." Murong Bo was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, he fished Murong Cheng into his arms, patted the child's back, hummed a lullaby, and slowly Murong Cheng fell asleep peacefully.

When Wang Jingyao returned to the house, he saw the unsightly Murong Bo father and son who had been ravaged by rouge and the bed they needed to sleep peacefully all night.

"What... what's going on, master, wake up, this... how come the house has become like this after just going out for a while." Wang Jingyao shook Murong Bo awake, dumbfounded, and asked the girls to prepare the bathtub While waiting for her husband to get up.

Murong Bo got up and saw small red handprints all over the bed, all kinds of rouge handprints on the child's face and body, and his own clothes. Seeing that the child was sleeping soundly, the couple could only look at each other. With a smile, he sighed helplessly.

"This child... Hey! Madam, please help me prepare a new suit of clothes. The clothes have been ruined by the child." Murong Bo lightly spanked his son's buttocks, and the child moved his little buttocks to the bed and continued to bite his hand Finger, sleep soundly.

"Master, let's wipe your face with a towel first, ha ha." Wang Jingyao said to Murong Bo with a smile, helping him twist the towel again and again.

Murong Bo stepped down from the bed carefully, looked in the mirror, saw that his face looked like a newlywed, his face was covered with red rouge and small handprints, he was happy.

"This child, you know how to use this thing. You're really naughty." Murong Bo cleaned up in front of the mirror, changed into new clothes, and then helped his wife pick up the sleeping child, and asked his wife to make the bed again. Tidy up.When the madam made the bed, the little guy just woke up, and seeing his favorite daddy hugging him, he immediately started playing with him.

"You brat, tell me, what did you do wrong when you were sleeping just now, huh? Whose kid turned himself into a little girl? Huh?" Murong Bo hugged the child and asked him to look in the mirror by himself. The messy child smeared with rouge just laughed and giggled.

"Heck, heck, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~" Seeing the father and son playing happily in front of the mirror, Wang Jingyao hurriedly took the child from him, and in a short while, Murong Bo became a A naked kid, seeing the clothes that got in the way were taken away by his mother, Murong Cheng even laughed happily and danced.

"Okay, Cheng'er, let your mother wash it for you. It's delicious." The girls brought in the tub filled with water and put it in the outer room of the house, and took a small wooden tub for children and put it in the house. , the girls tested the water temperature, and after telling the master and wife that it was ok, they all went down.

From the moment the child was born, Murong Bo took care of the child's life, bathing the child was his pleasure in life, no one could stop him.

"Cheng'er, come here, Daddy will wash the incense for you, and wash off all these messy little handprints, okay?" Murong Bo held the child in one hand, and held the towel in the other, gently wiping the child's small body, bit by bit. He flicked the water gently, and slowly washed off the rouge on the child's body. Murong Cheng who touched the water kicked his hands and feet together, as if he had found some fun game, even Murong Bo couldn't hold him.

Murong Bo had no choice but to put him into the basin, supported his arms with both hands, and asked him to try to stand up, his little legs didn't have much strength yet, but they still happily kicked his little feet in the water, For a while, the surroundings of the tub were already wet.

"Master, give the child to me, and you can go wash it too. Look at this child, it has wet one of your clothes again." Wang Jingyao smiled and wrapped the child in a cloth towel, carried him aside, and waited to wipe off his body water, and dress him one by one.

"Well, if you don't change this clothes five or six times a day, you won't be able to control our family's Cheng'er. Forget it, I'll see him later." Dragging his wet clothes, Murong Bo walked out of the inner room.

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When I was a baby, I was the most loving, provided that there was no devil screaming in the middle of the night