"A-Niang, I have wings. ”

As soon as Huanhuan arrived at the recording studio, he heard Jiang Xiaocha's words, "I have red wings, but I look good." ”

"Show me, show me. Jiang Xiaocha looked at him excitedly.

Huanhuan looked at Sheng Jing with resentment, and wrote a sentence in his eyes, unsealed.

Sheng Jing was indifferent, "No. ”

Huanhuan was extremely aggrieved, "A-Niang, he can't break the seal, and he can't exert all my strength without wings." ”

"You are a child, and all you have to do is eat, drink, sleep, read, and learn to write. Sheng Jing said lightly, "When you and I were so old, we could write poems and play the flute, what would you do besides being naughty? Can you write your name all?"

Huan Huan crossed his waist, "You bully people, you haven't taught me to read and learn words, and now I don't know anything if I dislike it." ”

"So, I'm going to ask Mu Liansheng to teach you. ”

Huanhuan realized that she had been fooled, and turned her head into Jiang Xiaocha's arms, "A-Niang, I don't want to read, don't learn words, don't learn the rules, the rules of the human race are so terrible." ”

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we have all passed a thousand years, the feudal remnants have long been cleaned up, there are no rules, you can do whatever you like, you are only three years old, and you are the most presumptuous time, and you are sorry for your age if you don't have a bear child. ”

Shengjing, "?"

What are you talking about?

Jiang Xiaocha didn't know what she was doing, so she knew that she had to pamper her children.

Anyway, she must be a mother who can spoil her child into a big devil.

"A-Niang is so good, I love you the most. Huanhuan rolled in her arms, still rubbing in her arms, "Auntie, you are so fragrant." ”

In fact, the three-year-old child rolling in his mother's arms is a very pure picture, but no matter how you look at it, Sheng Jing feels a little wrong, and pulls it open a little by his collar, "You are three years old, don't stick to her." ”

Huanhuan was simply picked up like a little chicken, and she was so angry.

"Presumptuous, you dare!"

"Shut up!"

Huanhuan, "......"

Jiang Xiaocha couldn't cry or laugh, and wanted to ask Sheng Jing, Huanhuan thought so much about me when I was a teenager, don't you want to be pampered? Why is it so unpleasant?

Don't you look at me when I was a teenager?

Sheng Jing deeply felt that it was good for Pan Sen to take care of the child, and he didn't have to bother him and Jiang Xiaocha for a few months, it was good to live in the world of the two, and he didn't need to worry about him, as soon as he came back, Xiaocha's attention was not on him.

I haven't been able to enjoy the embrace of Xiaocha lately.

The atmosphere of Chinese New Year's Eve is getting stronger and stronger.

Jiang Xiaocha was on a whim and wanted to go to the supermarket to make a big purchase.

Jiang Xiaocha bought a set of big red parent-child outfits online, and planned to wear parent-child outfits to go to the supermarket to buy them, after all, they want to entertain customers and celebrate the New Year, and the New Year's goods must be prepared.

Huanhuan likes red, and at a young age, she is the cutest in red, and she also wears a fluffy little hat, like a lucky doll, and Jiang Xiaocha's little red dress is also very good.

But the red suit of the grand scenery is ......

Sheng Jing looked at the mother and son dressed properly, beaming, and struggling slightly, "Do you have to wear it?"

The parent-child outfits purchased online are of average quality, naturally different from his usual customizations, and the colors are too festive, not suitable for him at all, which makes him have a little resistance and the pain of falling into memories.

Sheng Jing has a long life, except for the costumes.

The only time I wore red.

It was the day they got married thousands of years ago.