Jiang Jiuxi has never raised a child, and he has only been with Xiao Curly for half a month, knowing that the four-year-old Little Curly likes to eat meat, sweets, and milk, and does not like to eat vegetables or spicy food.

It's just that she hasn't seen Xiao Curly Hair drink milk powder, so she thinks that four-year-old children should not drink milk powder.

After a moment's deliberation, he replied with a message.

[Hulk: You don't need to drink milk powder at the age of four, just have fresh milk and rice. 】

Jiang Jiuxi's WeChat name on Huo Jingheng's mobile phone has been changed by Jiang Cheng to cub mother, which looks quite polite.

But I don't know that Jiang Cheng's little Jiujiu is not a group of kindergarten parents, and a cub mother suddenly appeared, hey, I feel a little ambiguous.

After receiving Jiang Jiuxi's reply, Huo Jingheng thought seriously for a while, and then continued to reply to the message: "What brand of fresh milk is good?"

Jiang Jiuxi watched the giant reply to the message so quickly, this question was purely nothing, frowned and sat on the sofa to reply to Huo Jingheng, a pair of layman parents discussed how to raise their children online.

Xiao Curly held the small bowl with his left hand, pulled the white rice into his mouth with his right hand, and looked at his mother, seeing his mother sitting on the sofa with her hair low, and couldn't help but look at the ribs in front of her.

The red and bright pork ribs, the little curly hair swallowed hard, the chopsticks stretched over and couldn't help but clip a piece of ribs, thinking about it and afraid that my mother would be angry, I used the learning chopsticks to dip the soup in the plate, and then quickly put it in my mouth, sweet and sour, like eating meat.

Quickly took a bite of rice, dipped it in some soup, and ate half a bowl of rice with satisfaction.

Jiang Jiuxi finished chatting with Huo Jingheng, and only then did he remember a question, Huo Jingheng asked the four-year-old boy what he liked to do? Is it because of Mu Shaoheng?

If Mu Shaoheng is really Huo Jingheng's child, with his character, thinking about Hengheng's pitiful little appearance, I feel that Hengheng is still living in the Mu family a little happier.

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The three days came soon, Jiang Cheng accompanied Huo Jingheng to pick up the child at Mu Chengduo's residence, this matter has not yet been known to Mu's father and mother, but fortunately, the two of them are not online, and they don't know what happened.

Mu Chengduo told Mu Shaoheng two days ago that his biological father was Huo Jingheng, and showed him a photo of Huo Jingheng, but he didn't expect the little guy to cry out of breath, crying and saying that he would not look for his mother in the future, and he didn't want to go with this father.

In Mu Shaoheng's eyes, Huo Jingheng is even more terrifying than his father Mu Chenghe, only a little shark would want this person to be his father, he doesn't want to do it at all!

The sad little appearance made Mu Chengduo's heart soft, but after all, it was Huo Jingheng's child, and he couldn't help but return it to Huo Jingheng, so he could only coax him to see him every week in the future, and this father's family lived in a community with the little shark, and he could often play with the little shark in the future.

When Mu Shaoheng heard that he lived in the same community as Aunt Jiuxi, he was a little less sad, but he was still reluctant to leave his little uncle and grandparents.

When Huo Jingheng and Jiang Cheng came over, Mu Shaoheng was already dressed and sitting on the sofa very obediently, with a bunch of suitcases and toy boxes next to him.

Mu Shaoheng stared at Huo Jingheng with a serious face with his little face, biting his little lip and not speaking, with tears faintly floating in his eyes.

Jiang Cheng whispered to remind Huo Jingheng to pay attention to his attitude, and then smiled as brightly as a flower: "Hengheng, hello, I am Uncle Jiang Cheng, I can play with you in the future." ”

Mu Shaoheng blinked his teary eyes, ignoring Jiang Cheng's staring at Huo Jingheng, and mustered up his courage: "What about my mother?"