"Phew!"

"Yes, Ling'er learned from her father and spit out the white foam in her mouth. ”

Ye Yifan squatted on the ground, turned his head to look at Ling'er, who was looking at him with a cute face, and taught carefully.

Pointing to the white foam on the side of her mouth, he took a few more sips on the ground.

I have to say that Ling'er is a genius... Conversion Master.

The bah in Ye Yifan's mouth is in her mouth. "Poof!

The little guy looked down at the white foam on the side of his mouth, and thought to himself: Shouldn't Baba be wiped by Ling'er?

Ling'er frowned, looking at Ye Yifan with big black eyes, revealing a sense of grievance, pouting with foam in her mouth, and said vaguely to Ye Yifan. "Baba, rub~"

Ye Yifan shook his head.

Then it went up again. "Phew!Phew!"

In desperation, Ling'er also imitated Ye Yifan and headed towards the ground. "Puff~Puff~Puff~"

Ye Yifan looked at the toothpaste foam on Ling'er's mouth as if it was a dog skin plaster, and half of it flew out like a broken thread and stuck back.

"Hey~"

Ye Yifan sighed, but decided to reach out and help her wipe the foam off her mouth.

"I heard someone babbling behind my house early in the morning, who am I cursing me...... It turns out that your family is sitting in this line, pouting your butts and brushing your teeth in rows. ”

Ye Yifan looked up when he heard the sound, and saw Ming Leng standing on the platform of his house with a water cup, walking towards here.

Ming Leng held a toothbrush in his hand, shook it at Ye Yifan, and said with a smile. "How can brushing your teeth not call me, count me as one. ”

Ye Yifan gave him a blank look, lowered his head and began to teach Ling'er how to rinse his mouth.

Seeing that Ye Yifan didn't care about himself, Ming Leng stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth, raised his legs and stepped on the platform, and said to Ye Yifan vaguely. "Uh-huh... Uh-huh... Woo woo... Hmmm!"

"I don't understand, you speak human language. ”

Hearing that Ye Yifan took care of himself, Ming sneered, pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth, swallowed his throat, and replied. "I mean, this Ling'er is still young, don't be in such a hurry to teach her, wait a while, she will be herself. I don't believe you, look at Yu'er. Isn't it a matter of course for the young man now? Look at this little toothbrush, tsk... It's like brushing shoes. ”

Ming Leng wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "It's ruthless. ”

Ye Yifan raised the cup and poured it coldly. "Uh-huh, where did you get so much. ”

Ming Leng dodged and dodged the catastrophe, grinned with a circle of toothpaste foam, pointed at Ye Yifan with a toothbrush in his hand, and replied gloatingly. "Look, you're angry, what's the matter? You still want to kill people. ”

Ye Yifan waited for Yu'er to finish brushing his teeth, patted the heads of the two little guys, and said. "Let's go, let's go back. ”

"Uh~"

Yu'er picked up the cup and stretched out her little tongue at Ming Leng on the other side, making a cute grimace.

"Hey... When I don't feel like it. ”

Not to be outdone, Ming Leng opened his mouth wide and immediately replied.

"Uh~"

Ye Yifan walked towards the glass door of the platform behind the two little guys, like a duckling.

Ye Yifan approached the door, waved his hand, and said to Ming Leng. "Monkey, thank you first, deacon, and tomorrow's pork stewed vermicelli has been booked for you, remember to come over, it will not wait for the expiration date. ”

"Brother Fan is polite, it's not a matter of minutes for me to go to your house and lift my legs. Besides, for your great kindness to pork stewed vermicelli, why should a little deacon of the younger brother be concerned, it is not worth mentioning at all. ”

Knowing that Ming Leng likes to play poor, after Ye Yifan entered the corridor, he closed the door of the platform.

"Phew!"

After Ye Yifan left, Ming Leng lowered his head and spit out a mouthful of toothpaste foam on the ground, looking at the white foam with blood stains on the ground. "Damn, it's on fire. ”

……

"Ye Yifan", who has never taken a child, looked at the young Ling'er, thought about what Ming Leng said just now, and reflected for a while.

Am I really in a hurry?

Ling'er is hungry. ”

"Ling'er followed her brother to wash her hands first, and Dad will go down and bring you breakfast. ”

The little one nodded vigorously. "Hmm. ”

Glancing at Ling'er, who had not even reached the level of free use of his limbs, Ye Yifan suddenly felt that what Ming Leng said was right.

This thing has never been a father, how can he know better than himself?

Could it be that it is because of the bystanders?

I came up from downstairs with breakfast and fed the two children.

Ye Yifan stood at the door with his hands on his waist, staring at the cute appearance of the two little guys frolicking together.

In my heart, I secretly erased my thoughts yesterday in my fantasy.

Children should live this period of their childhood carefree, and they should add some things to them that they think are feasible, but they still can't do it after all.

But if it comes to fruition according to Ming Leng's words, it won't be feasible, and you can't do nothing.

It seems that the matter of educating people still needs to be carried out in response to people, and some guidance should be done by their side appropriately, so that it can be a matter of course.

Ye Yifan went downstairs to wash the dishes and chopsticks, took out some vermicelli from the refrigerator, and soaked them in the basin.

Then I went upstairs.

Watching the two little guys sitting in the house watching cartoons, Ye Yifan glanced around the room and suddenly found a serious problem.

There is no toy for a child at home... What's going on!

Ye Yifan scratched his head, thinking that what other people's children have, his own treasure must also have. "Hey~ Let's buy a few toys in a few days and come back. ”

Glancing at the backs of the two little guys, Ye Yifan turned around and walked towards the east house.

"The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need codewords. ”

It's almost ten o'clock now, and there are still a few hours before lunch, Ye Yifan turned on the computer, logged in to GG, and then started the codeword work.

"Click..."

Ye Yifan's ears were accompanied by the sound of the keyboard, and his eyes stared at the screen intently.

After a while, the guy peeked his head out of the crack in the door. "Brother Fan... Yo, in the code word. ”

"Sit there and don't talk, and I'll talk when I'm done. Ye Yifan replied without looking back, and then continued to code.

Hearing this, Ming Leng pulled the chair, leaned over and glanced at the two little guys who were sitting on the carpet watching TV through the door frame, and said. "Well, you're busy, I'll watch these two little guys for you. ”

The two were speechless.

In the quiet room, "Click... Tata...", the sound was incessant.

From time to time, Westinghouse will hear the hip-hop dialogue between the two little guys.

Ming Leng sat on the sofa bored, poured himself a glass of water, took a sip of the cup, and really felt a little bored, so he came to Ye Yifan's side.

"Click..."

Ming Leng heard the sound of the keyboard as soon as he entered the house, and he didn't step forward when he knew that Ye Yifan was coding words, for fear of disturbing his inspiration.

But when he came to Ye Yifan's side curiously, he was stunned, looking at the flexible hands on the keyboard, and then at the flowing handwriting on the screen.

Ming Leng's pair of tiger eyes suddenly widened big and round.

I was shocked. "I'm going to wipe it!"

Ming Leng looked at Ye Yifan's typing speed, and immediately gave him goosebumps all over his body.

Swallowing hard, the more he looked at it, the more shocked he became. "Don't you type without looking at the keyboard? Don't you want to be so dazzled by the speed of your hands? This is still a human being!"

Ming Leng opened his mouth wide, looking at the keyboard for a while, looking at the screen for a while, and the whole person was shaking his head.

"Tata...".

"Tata...", two chapters.

"Tata..."Chapter 36...

I rub!

Ming Leng was like a machine, and he stood stunned for two hours, and his whole mind was in a daze.

This typing is not typing, but writing a novel?

When Ming Leng was looking at the screen, he had already silently read a large part of the text on the screen in his heart.

The sentences are coherent and smooth, and the connection between words and sentences can be called a wonderful hand. The words are full of artistic conception, and there are no sick sentences and typos.

"My God, my Brother Fan is super god..."