The little breast dumpling pouted and kissed his father on the face. "Tangtang, I like...dad." ε==(づ′▽`)づ "Okay, good baby, don't kiss you anymore. Dad's face is full of saliva from being kissed. Dad is going to wash his face, so you can continue writing. You want to write about mom. Dad taught you to write about mom. Do you know how to do it?" The baby nodded, "Tangtang...write!" Jiang Mo went to the bathroom to wash his face. When she came back, Wen Yan's cell phone ringing again, which was the 30th time her cell phone rang. "Wen Yan, why did your phone keep ringing tonight? Why didn't you answer anyone's call?" Wen Yan glanced at the phone coldly notes: Fu Jinzhou. "Don't worry about the harassing phone calls. It's not that I want to teach Tangtang to write about her mother. She already knows how to write about her father. You will teach her to write about her mother tonight."
"Okay, I promise." Jiang Mo patiently taught his daughter to write. "Mother!" The baby has already written it, so he quickly handed the book over to his mother. "Show me how you wrote it." Wen Yan took the book and was still looking forward to it, but what she saw was a mess of ghost painting talismans... "Wen Tangtang, is that the word "Mom" you wrote?" The baby smiled with his mouth open, stretched out a little finger and pointed it at the notebook, and said with a slutty: "Mom, write about it." "What is it written? Why can't I understand?" Wen Yan pinched her daughter's face, "You wrote about what your father wrote so beautifully, but what your mother wrote about is a ghost painting talisman?" The little guy rubbed his eyes aggrievedly. "Mom•́‸ก" Jiang Mo immediately went over and hugged his daughter in his arms and said, "Wen Yan, the baby may not have learned it yet, so I will teach you again." "Okay, let me see what she will write." "Tangtang, dad teaches you twice." Jiang Mo personally taught her to write when she was holding her daughter. This seems to be a scene that only appears in a dream. He really has a daughter! "Dad, Tangtang writes..." "Well, this time I wrote it very well."
The little guy got his father's praise and happily stuck out his tongue, leaning on the table with his little butt sticking out and continuing to write. "Wen Yan, look at how serious the baby is in his studies, he will definitely be a good baby in the future." "Is that true? She doesn't like studying very much, she just likes practicing piano." "Tangtang is so smart, she will definitely be a little genius in the future." Jiang Mo looked at Xiao Tangtang with a loving face, her pink face, her soft facial features were beautiful and delicate, her eyelashes were long and curly, and her big grape-like eyes were flashing, like a little doll. Jiang Mo couldn't help but touch the baby's little face. Q-shot, it feels very good. "Dad(◍´꒳`◍)" "Well, keep writing. You must write the word "Mom" tonight, otherwise, Mom will be angry." The baby lowered his head and wrote very seriously. His hands worked very hard, but he still wrote ugly and crookedly. "Well, it's improved compared to the last time." Wen Yan kissed the baby's little face, "This is the reward given to you by mom, keep cheering." Xiaomi Tuanzi received the reward from her mother and was full of confidence. She continued to write and wrote many in a row. "Tangtang is so smart. The more she writes, the better she gets. It's too late, we're going to go to bed." The little guy put down the pen in his hand and stretched out his little arms at his father. "Dad hug." ε==(づ′▽`)づ "Okay, Dad, hug." Jiang Mo bent down and carried the little guy up with one hand, holding her calves. "Wen Yan, I took my baby to bed." "Go." Wen Yan picked up her cell phone and made a phone call. "Where is the person? Have you arrived?" "I'm still on the plane, the signal is not very good. I will definitely arrive tomorrow morning, don't worry." "Um." Gu Ruoshuang said suspiciously: "You are so anxious. What is the relationship between that man and you? Could it be your little boyfriend?" Wen Yan coughed a few times, "You will know when you come back, so hang up the phone first." After hanging up the phone, Wen Yan opened Fu Wanqing's dialog box.
[Sister Wen Yan, when will you finish your work? If you can remove the news on the hot search, just move your finger/please. 】 [Sister Wen Yan, please help me, just this time. 】 Wen Yan did not reply. How is it possible that the person who bullied her and wants her to withdraw from the hot search? Fu Jinzhou also sent a few messages. [Wen Yan, I know that you are standing up for him, but you can't go too far. 】 [Our two families still have a engagement, so it is not good to have a too stalemate. You can remove the hot searches, we promise not to make things difficult for Jiang will definitely perform surgery on his sister. 】 Wen Yan chuckled. [Fu Jinzhou, engagement? Why don’t I know what engagement is, it’s just a verbal agreement, don’t take it too seriously. 】 Fu Jinzhou: [Wen Yan, you are finally willing to reply to me. I know that my sister did a little too much this time. She was embarrassed by Jiang Mo. She was just a little willful. 】 Fu Jinzhou: [You should quickly remove the hot search above. Our two families are family friends. It is not worth it to make a fuss about an irrelevant person. 】 Wen Yan: [An irrelevant person? Jiang Mo is not an irrelevant person, he is a very important person to me. 】 Fu Jinzhou: [Wen Yan, I know you fell in love with his face, and it may feel a little fresh. It will disappear in a few days. We are the two of us. 】 Wen Yan was too lazy to reply, so she threw her phone aside and went upstairs. Jiang Mo is still telling stories to the baby. The little guy's eyes were wide open, watching his father telling stories, clapping his little hands happily, and his breasts were whispering. "Dad, the princess...eat fruit." (´つヮ⊂︎) Jiang Mo twitched the corner of his mouth, "Tangtang, how did you know that the princess ate apples?" "Tangtang...smart." (◍´꒳`◍) Jiang Mo smiled and touched the baby's little head, "It's really smart. Dad will remember it if you tell me it." "Baby Tangtang, close your eyes when listening to the story." The baby closed his eyes obediently, moved his hands and feet randomly, holding a small doll and pinching her ears, not being honest at all. Jiang Mo said helplessly: "Tangtang, dad has told you a story for an hour. You can't move any more, you have to sleep well." Whose baby is so difficult to coax? It has been so long and has not been asleep. Tangtang smiled happily, opened her eyes again, full of energy. Wen Yan pushed the door and said, "Tangtang, why haven't you been sleeping yet? Dad has been coaxing you for so long, so Dad has to sleep too. Close your eyes and lie down obediently, and don't move."
Tangtang really lay obediently on the bed and stopped moving. Jiang Mo patted the baby's little arm, "Go to sleep..." After about seven or eight minutes, Xiaomi Tuanzi finally fell asleep, with her two little hands on her head, and her sleeping posture was also very strange. Jiang Mo looked at the baby in confusion. This posture was so familiar. He seems to be like this when he is sleeping. He likes to put his hands on his head? ? !
