Chapter 392: Discipline a small group, design a walker

The shortcomings of Yan Xiaohua’s continuation of nearly three years have been solved, but Sikong has not forgiven him as soon as he imagined, too much unwilling In the middle of the unhappiness, someone is decisively arrogant, but Ling Jingxuan did not worry when he knew it, and did not want to persuade him to help. Everything in the world is contrived. Only one is really hard to find. He believes that Sikong I understand that they are just a matter of time. It is better to solve their own problems than to insert others' feelings. He and Yan Ruirui also have things to solve.
"What are you writing?"
After dinner, the children went to eat together, Xue Wuyang's inertia disappeared, and the King of Fu County did not need to say, and went back to his own yard and the two famous princes Qingqing, I talked to the drama, Yan Ruirui did nothing to hold the small group flying high The little guy laughed and laughed. Seeing that Ling Jingxuan had been burying his head and writing and drawing, the tired father and son could not help but rely on the past.
"No, I suddenly remembered something called a walker, and I was prepared to give it to our small group to lose weight."
The benefits of the walker are many. For them, the only advantage is that the child can move, and if he moves more and restrains his food, he should not continue to gain weight.
"What kind of fat is it? The small dumplings are just so good, how cute the white flesh is."
Yan Ruirui's reflective frown, like the big steamed buns, he doesn't like Ling Jingxuan's disgusting baby son, little child, is it fat? The children of other people want to be fat and not fat.
"Are you sure you are just right? Is this getting fat?"
Without a good look at him, Ling Jingxuan stretched his hand and squeezed the small face of the white dumplings. The fat point of the child is good, but it can't be too fat, not only affecting the beauty, but the most important thing is to be healthy. Not good, affecting growth and development.
"Is it fat?" Are you so embarrassed? The small group of our family is at most a bit of meat, right?" For the sake of his son's happiness, Yan Yurui decisively gave the daughter-in-law a back, and then posted with his son. The face is playing, the small group is happy, the two little hands are excited to dance, and then...
"啪啪啪"
"Ha ha ha."
The little hand that danced accidentally hit the face of Yan Ruirui. The little guy seemed to find the New World. He beat him several times in a row. Yan Xiaorui’s smile suddenly stiffened on his face. Ling Jingxuan smiled at him very rudely. The more the caddy is more addictive, the small hand of the meat slaps his face back and forth, and the mouth screams from time to time.
"Sure enough, a little with no conscience, the father is helping you."
Going back to God, Yan Ruirui put the child on his lap and pinched his nose to show disciplinary punishment. It was also him. He changed someone else and dared to slap him. It is estimated that he had already seen the prince.
"Ah."
The small corps sitting on his lap is dissatisfied with the small body of flesh and blood, and the pair will continue to look like it. Yan Zhizhi, who has always hurt his son, doesn’t know what to do. The sight of help seems to smile at the table. The slaves are not really made in one day. The princes of the priests will have no way to take their own sons. They will go out and estimate that they will laugh at the big teeth of others.
"Cough... don't worry, watch your eyes cramp."
Seeing that their family's face is getting more and more ugly, Ling Jingxuan's two coughs hold back the smile and pull the child's hand against the line of his resentment. The tiger's face is gently hit on the back of his hand: "Little bastard, the hand is used to take things, not to beat the father, will not be allowed to know later?"
Like this kind of child, once you are addicted, you will see who will fight in the future, so the first time you will get rid of his bad habits, otherwise the family will be expected to suffer.
"Well!"
The little mouth said that he was stunned, and the tears gathered in his eyes. The fleshy face was full of grievances. A pair of people always cried to see him. Yan Ruirui immediately felt distressed: "Forget it, son. It’s still small.

"The father is more defeated! You give me honestly, this kind of thing can't be counted."
He glanced at him, and Ling Jingxuan looked at him with a stern look that was obviously threatening him: "Don't cry, cry and fight again, and then hit the face again, you will smash your little ass." ""
He is also used to children, but some things can't be used. Let's take this kind of thing. Maybe now they will feel that their sons are so cute and cute. It’s really their son, but if they grow up, Habits, I am afraid they will suffer after suffering.
"Wow wow..."
The small dumplings are not small buns. It is definitely impossible to tell him the truth. The little guys cry when they say a word. Yan Yanrui wants to hold him, but Ling Jingxuan’s movements are faster than him. He put it in the crib, and the sharp sight warning swept over the distressed dragon Zhang and the nurse. He wanted to cry and let him cry. He must not let him develop a bad habit of thinking that everything can be solved by crying.
"That Jing Xuan Xuan, the child is still small..."
The son who was thrown on the bed cried ‘heartbroken’, and Yan Rurui’s heart was sore and tangled, and the child control attributes were exposed.
"Just because of the small to discipline."
The small group is not his own son, he will also feel bad, but the discipline should not be soft, otherwise they will harm the son.
"but.
"Nothing."
Yan Ruirui still wants to say something, but he was vetoed by Ling Jingxuan. He was distressed and looked at the small dumplings that cried in the crib. Yan Yanrui was full of entanglements, and he couldn’t wait to rush to hold a good cockroach, which could hinder the deterrence of his wife and children. I didn't dare to act, unless he wanted to give his wife a guard at night, and he didn't want to go through the second time.
"Hey..."
From the very beginning, the small group cried and grievances, and the tearful eyes never saw someone licking him. Gradually, the crying became smaller and smaller, and finally, with his little finger sucking up, crying It also disappeared cleanly, and a room that was worried about a long time was all dumbfounded. Is this too lazy to cry or crying tired?
Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but all sorts of spit. I have seen lazy, who has seen lazy? This is the blink of an eye, they are still distressed to die, the little said not to cry, do not cry, it is estimated that it will be a while to play haha.
"Coughing ... a woman, or you are very powerful, and you will decide to take care of your son."
It’s hard to accept the fact that my son is even lazy. Yan Yanrui is leaning on his shoulders, saying that it’s like saying that the eyes of the crib are full of pets, maybe he’s really a little off-center. The dumplings, but who makes the little corps look like him, it really makes people feel pain is not enough.
It’s best to look at him. Turning his head and looking at him, Ling Jingxuan buried the rest of the painting. In the same situation, if the big buns are definitely not successful, he can severely blame Rui Rui, but there is no way to do it to the big buns. If a few small farts are picked up and rebelled against him, it is still him who has a headache.

This is the walker? How does it look weird?

Picking up a sketch of a daughter-in-law, Yan Yanrui’s confused eyebrows, in his view, is a miniature version of the crib with wheels, armrests and sunshades.
"That is a stroller. When you go out, put the child inside, we don't have to hold it. It can be adjusted here. The child can lie down or sit."
Ling Jingxuan, who finally painted another picture, pointed him to the position in the middle of the stroller. He explained it briefly. This is what he painted according to the memory. The specific details have to ask Zhao Ge to help study. Shen, whoever holds the hand for a long time will be numb, now the little buns can't hold him, and with the baby carriage, they can take him for a walk together.
"Well, this is quite convenient, is this a walker?"
Nodded, Yan Ruirui picked up another sketch he had just painted. Ling Jingxuan said while collecting things: "Well, if you put the child in the walker in the future, he can act on his own, but he still has to look at it. In order to avoid falling over anything, I know that you are distressed by your son. I am also distressed, but his size is really too big. It is not good for a long time. We should make him move more. He will be six after the start of the year. Months, the food should be regularly quantified, and he can't feed him if he wants to eat."
How can you not hurt your son? It’s just that they hurt and hurt, and they have to use the right method. Pediatric obesity is also a big stubborn disease for taking away the child’s life. It’s too late to give him control. When it’s too late, it’s late. He wants meat buns. Not a piece of fat, the right amount of meat will be very cute, too much meat is not good.
"You are the doctor, you have the final say, but these two cars are not bad. After Lao Zhao made it, he took it to Baiyunge and sold it. Do we have to be unique in our small group?"
Every time Ling Jingxuan made a good thing, even if he did not send it to Baiyun Pavilion, Zeng Shaoqing would get it, just like the cosmetics he made, and now he has sold in the capital, because it is limited sales. Many people can't buy their heads and they can't buy them. The money is a lot of money, but as long as they think that others will use the same things as his small group, he will be unhappy, and the Wangfu is not short of money. Wronged the small group.
"Well, this is for us to use exclusively for exclusive use. If we need to make good friends with us in the future, we will send them as gifts, and it is also personal."
Knowing that he wants to give his children the best, the most unique, Ling Jingxuan did not refute his request. In fact, like the little attire, jackets, leather boots, etc. they wear, he did not give Baiyun Pavilion. The whole country has only a small steamed buns. They only have to dress them handsomely and handsomely, and he can't tell the satisfaction.
"Send people, if you sell, even this thing, please Zhao Zhao to step up to us to make it. After the opening of the year, we have more entertainment, just to come in handy."
Yan Ruirui will never say that he simply wants to take his son out to show off.
"Oh... you, you have to have a limit on your son, be careful to spoil them."
At a glance, he thought about what he was thinking. Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but shake his head, even though he himself was very fond of his son.
"Pampering is spoiled. You don't want them to be ancestors? Isn't that just right?"
Eyebrows, Yan Ruirui is full of domineering, if he does not blink at him after he finishes, it is more perfect.
"It seems to be oh, I almost forgot my goal, but I don’t have hope for Xiaowen, and there are some possibilities for the small group.
A glimpse of him came here for a year and a half. Although the goal set at the beginning was not realized, Xiaowen Xiaowu could not be called a meat buns, but at least it was not a black and thin cognac. How much he still Satisfied, as for the plan of the second ancestor, instead of putting it on the small bun of the Tuen Mun, it is better to put it on a small group like a white paper.
"Haha."
Yan Ruirui held his head and laughed. Even if he was respected by his family, he couldn’t change the problem of Xiaowen’s door. Although he is not using the two or two salt bars as he used to, he has to scream for a long time. In addition to buying things for the small group, he really never saw it once. It is estimated that the problem of the child is going to follow him for a lifetime.