"The East Wing is making trouble again. ”

Li Shengnan heard the movement, glanced at the window with disgust, and motioned to Song Chun'an:

"Go and close the windows tightly, it's not over. ”

Song Chunan closed the window as he said, looked over there two more times through the window, and frowned slightly:

"Why haven't I seen my brother all this time? ”

Li Shengnan had a headache when he heard that family, and said angrily:

"The big girl of the fourteenth and fifth five-year years, can you still lose her? ”

Song Chun'an was not sure, so he came over and pinched his daughter's white and red little face, and put on her shoes under the kang:

"I still have to go to the second brother and say. ”

Li Shengnan hurriedly shouted to him:

"Rest. I'm about to go to work in the team, how can the second brother have the spare time to listen to you? Hurry up and put on Bao'er's clothes, the little girl knows that she is ashamed. ”

As soon as Song Chunan heard the word "work", his legs and stomach began to turn tendons.

"Ouch, daughter-in-law, no, my leg hurts. ”

Li Shengnan looked at his exaggerated acting skills and glanced at him:

"What about pretending to be with me? Ask your daughter, believe it or not. ”

Song Chunan really leaned on her daughter's pillow and asked her:

"Bao'er, Dad's leg hurts, are you distressed?"

Song Ja was shocked by her father's unobtrusive performance!

Her father is usually in the production team, so that's how he asked the captain for leave and was lazy?

This acting is so bad that she can't fool a four-year-old child, okay.

But she can see that her father is smart and sharp-tongued, maybe he can ask him to pull out strange effects such as "the emperor's new clothes", so that people have nothing to say.

Besides, this is her own father, and she has to protect it!

"It hurts. Dad rests at home and accompanies Bao'er. ”

Song Ci said that he called himself, and his old face was red.

Wow, a little ashamed.

"Good girl!"

Song Chun'an took a bite on her cheeks, turned her head to look at her daughter-in-law proudly, and the subtext was almost written on her face:

Look, my daughter believes!

Li Shengnan didn't see it, so he simply went to the ground and opened the cabinet to get clothes for his daughter to wear.

"I think you're only five years old, and I'm like raising two children. ”

Song Chunan didn't think it was wrong, cheekily admitted it, and went to tease her daughter again:

"Bao'er, your mother is unreasonable, not to say that I am five years old. That Bao'er can't call me dad anymore, she has to call my brother. ”

Song Ci was tickled by his stubble, and reached out to push his face.

"Mom help, it's so itchy haha. ”

Song Chun'an saw the spirit of the girl, and became more and more excited, not only took off her chin to arch the girl's little face, but also gently scratched the itchy flesh on her stomach with her fingers through the thin quilt, making the little girl giggle with joy.

He also asked:

"Bao'er, how old did you say your mother was? So careful, does she look like a three-year-old child? Younger than both of us, she is a younger sister!"

Li Shengnan threw away his daughter's little pocket, and scolded angrily:

"Sister is forever eighteen years old!"

There was a lot of laughter and laughter in the west room for a while, drowning out the movement coming from the east wing.

The hall clock rang on the spot, and then a loud gong rang outside, and the captain shouted that the members were going to work.

Mrs. Song shouted angrily in the hall.

Song Chunan agreed, went out slowly, and asked his daughter-in-law for leave:

"The child is sick, and Li Shengnan is watching at home, and it just so happens that it is her turn to cook today. ”

Mrs. Song opened the curtain of the West House door to take a look, and saw that her daughter-in-law was wearing small flower pants for her granddaughter, the red pocket on her belly was bare, and she didn't embroider anything for the child, and there was a smell of ginger soup in the house.

"!"

Song Cixiao blushed and shouted, she was troubled by her father just now.

Mrs. Song hurriedly lowered the curtain to block the wind, sighed, and smiled kindly:

"You are at home with your mother, your grandmother goes to work, and you ask your mother to stew egg custard for you at night. ”

Song Ci's saliva flooded, and his smile became sweeter and sweeter:

"Okay, don't work too hard, don't get heat stroke, tell my uncle to do more. My mother taught it, and this is called the disciple who has something to do. ”