Chapter 42:

"What are you doing here with?" Cheng Huan was inexplicable: "No one at home can wear it."
For a moment, Jiang Mingyuan didn't know how to explain his behavior. He frowned and looked at the wall. After a while, he slowly said, "It was originally you bought it."
Cheng Huan felt that the man's way of returning clothes was definitely sick, and it was not something that could be used in exchange. She looked at the man with disapproval, and the other side turned his back on her, and did not receive an eye wave attack.
She was dumb in heart, staring at the man's suit, and then she thought for a while and understood. It is estimated that the big president did not pass through the affordable clothes in the supermarket.
"Forget it, give me something." Thinking about this, Cheng Huan was a little uncomfortable. She bent over and raised the paper bag with the clothes, turned to the bedroom and put it in the closet, and said to others, " Just put it here, so you do n’t find clothes next time you need it. "
Cheng Huan's remarks were just casual, but he changed his taste in Jiang Mingyuan's ears. He nodded and smiled mildly: "That's true."
"Okay, there is nothing else you can do." This smile looked a bit harsh, Cheng Huan glanced away and looked away, squatted down and grabbed the ears of the star hat to play, opened his mouth to catch people.
The other two in the family were slimy again. He was next to him and couldn't get in.
Jiang Mingyuan stood aside for a while, sighed, and finally left.
"Goodbye." Cheng Huan waved his hand without giving a look, and diverted the star's attention from letting him off. The security door closed behind him, making a noise, Cheng Huan snorted, reached out and squeezed the star's face: "Little bastard."
This time it was a bit heavy, the little guy's face was all red, the stars covered his face, and he was dumbfounded: "Why did my mother pinch me?"
"I'm getting angry." Cheng Huan stood up, took Xing Xing's hand and walked to the bedroom, and said her absurdity while walking: "Because your dad is so annoying, I don't look good now."
"Mom, I don't hate it." Xing Xing was put into bed, and finally understood the meaning of fucking. The little man turned around, knelt on the quilt, and said seriously, "Daddy hates, we ignore him."
"Okay, ignore him!" Cheng Huan rejoiced when she heard her son say that. She pulled open the quilt and stuffed the stars, and gave him a good night kiss: "We are from one country."
"Yes, we are one country!"
Xingxing is a promise-keeping person. He ignores his father and ignores him. The next day, Jiang Mingyuan is busy calling and he doesn't speak.
"What's wrong with the baby, who made you angry?" Jiang Mingyuan said a few words, but there was no response there. He couldn't help but be a little worried, slowed his voice and asked, "Can you talk to your father?"
The cooker hood is still working in the kitchen. My mother has been in for a long time. Xingxing stretched her neck and glanced at her. She made sure that she didn't notice it, and quietly whispered to the watch, "Dad, Mom said you ignored you . "
Jiang Mingyuan: "... why?"
"Mom said you're too annoying." Xing Xing said that he still felt a little pain on his face. He put one hand on his cheek and secretly complained. "Mom still pinches my face."
Jiang Mingyuan did not understand the logic in his son's words, but knew that there was something that made Cheng Huan angry. Although he is clever, he is not very good at getting along with women, and also has a headache in this situation.
If you change people, Jiang Mingyuan doesn't care why they are angry, as long as they don't interfere with themselves. It's just that Cheng Huan is not a person who can be neglected casually. This person is the mother of his child and always needs to be a little patient.
He had a detailed meeting about how he got along yesterday, and guessed that things might be on that clothes. Doesn't Cheng Huan like men's clothes at home? Jiang Mingyuan frowned slightly, wondering what was going on. After thinking about it, he asked his son for help.
"Baby, can you do something for Dad?"
"What's busy?"
"That's right. My father accidentally made my mother angry, but I don't know why my mother was angry. Can Xingxing help my father?"
"Daddy, you're so stupid." Stars spit out: "I know the reason why mom is angry.
Jiang Mingyuan: "..." despised by his son?
"The stars are so smart." Jiang Mingyuan couldn't be angry with him even when his son had some useful things. He said nicely on the phone: "Can smart stars help Dad?"
"Okay." Although Dad is stupid, Xing Xing also loves him. Although he is small, he also knows the importance of family harmony, so he pats his chest and promises: "Daddy, rest assured, I will tell you!"
"Then please baby." Jiang Mingyuan raised his lips, "Daddy is waiting for your good news."
Hanging up the call with the stars, Jiang Mingyuan refocused on his work. At the end of each year, it is the busiest time of the year. To summarize the development of the year and set the goals for the next year, there are countless documents to look at every day. One meeting after another.
Jiang Mingyuan has always been able to divide his work and personal life very clearly. He rarely gets distracted at work because of personal matters, but today is a little different. He stared at the documents in front of him, a little distracted, and remembered the clothes he brought yesterday. .
There were a total of four pieces of clothes. T-shirt sweaters and trousers were bought by Cheng Huan. Only the underpants that were smaller in size were suitable for him.
When he went to get his clothes, he didn't think much, just as Cheng Huan said, just in case.
I don't know why, but now I think of those clothes again, but he feels a little uncomfortable.
After all, in addition to changing clothes, in addition to just in case, can also be understood as ... want to stay overnight.
Jiang Mingyuan pursed his lips, lowered the documents in his hands, and his eyes were a bit loose.
...
Xing Xing patted his chest on the phone and agreed to Dad's request, put down the phone and went to action.
He did not ask recklessly, the little guy was smart, knowing that if she pleased her mother, she would speak well.
Just do what you want. The stars climb down from the sofa, run into the kitchen, find an unobtrusive corner and ask the woman who is busy in front of the stove: "Mom, I'll help you!"
"I didn't ask for your help, baby. Let's play." Stew the soup in the pot, Cheng Huan opened the lid and glanced, turned the fire down, and put other ingredients in it.
"Mom, I want to help." The stars aren't so easy to send. Mom doesn't let him help, he finds work by himself. The little boy tiptoeed and saw the cooked dishes on the chopping board. Go around from behind and reach for enough.
The dish was placed a bit outside, and was really pulled out a little by him. The stars were a bit tired when he stomped his feet. He put his feet down and rested for a while, then stretched out two hands, and carefully carried the dish down. .
The plate and the amount of vegetables inside it are very heavy for a four-year-old child. As soon as the dish is off the chopping board and the star sinks, the soup inside it is sprinkled and poured on the body.
This movement finally attracted Cheng Huan's attention. She grasped the lid and turned her head, and saw her son holding a dish and his chest getting wet.
"What are you doing?" Cheng Huan said, his tone was a bit dangerous.
The vegetable soup sticks to the body and cannot be washed by the washing machine. It has to be washed by hand. The winter clothes are thick and stained with water. It takes a lot of time to wash one piece. Thinking of this, Cheng Huan has a little itchy hands.
Otherwise, the kid will have to fight, if you do n’t, you wo n’t be obedient!
Xingxing didn't know the crisis in his buttocks at all, but felt that he had done a big thing. He grinned and smiled at his mother with a row of millet teeth: "Mom, I'll help you!"
Proud attitude.
He had little strength, holding the plate a little hard, Cheng Huan was a little worried, afraid that he would drop things, no food to eat is small, if the porcelain plate broke, it would be bad for people.
"This doesn't need the help of the stars, you can play, this mother can do it." Cheng Huan bent over and wanted to take things from him.
She stretched out her hand, but the star turned away, and he stepped on the little leg, holding the dish, and walked carefully to the dining table.
The table was even higher than the stars. He couldn't put it up at all. The little guy held up his master and shivered and pushed the plate forward. The plate with the dishes touched the table. When he saw it, it would be overturned. Huan took the dish from his son and placed it on the table.
Xingxing didn't know the danger just now. When he saw the plate being taken away by his mother, he was still a little bit upset and pouting, "Mom, I can send a few."
Cheng Huan laughed twice and sat down at the sofa and waved at him: "Come here."
The little boy didn't have a sense of crisis at all, and the boy got together in the past. As soon as he walked in, his mother cut off his pants and patted him on his buttocks.
Everything happened too quickly. Before the stars had time to ask for mercy, the pain in the buttocks came. He pursed his lips, widened his eyes, and couldn't look at his mother on top. His eyes filled with tears. Finally, with The first tears fell, and the stars opened their mouths and pouted, "Mom ... ah ..."
"Why cry?" Cheng Huan drew his pants up and let him open his hands to undress. The stars cried and cried, but it was obedient. The cotton pad with the vegetable soup was taken off and set aside, Cheng Huan got up and left, and took another coat after a while.
The stars are still falling, and when they see the clothes open their hands consciously, so that mom can dress better, Cheng Huan's expression has always been cold, and he did not cry when he saw him. He pulled the zipper on his jacket and asked, "You know I do n’t know how dangerous it was ...

The little boy didn't feel that he had done anything dangerous. Cheng Huan repeatedly said that he was a little scared after saying it several times. He wiped the last tear with his little hand, and admitted wrongly, "Mom, I dare not."
"Huh." The son cried for so long. Cheng Huan was not distressed. Seeing that he knew the mistake, he finally eased his expression, pulled out a tissue to dry the tears on his face, and made it up again, kissed him on his little face. Mouth: "You are good, don't worry your mother."
The little guy shed too many tears, and his face was salty. Cheng Huan poured a glass of water and asked him to drink a little. He got up and went to the kitchen. The soup in the pot was still being stewed. She had to go and see.
Will the people in the kitchen come out at one-and-a-half, the stars pout, wait for a while, and dial a phone.
As soon as Jiang Mingyuan threw those cluttered thoughts aside, his cell phone rang. It was the ringtone he set for the stars individually. He was a bit surprised, so he asked so quickly?
"Hey, the stars?"
"Dad!" The voice over the star was very low, like a sneaky cry, with a cry in his voice: "Mom hit me."