Song Yuanhuan sat in the position and saw the little guy running out of the house with his short legs, he immediately stood up from the dining table and followed behind him, and then the little guy was about to run out of the door and picked up the little family who was running persistently and stuffed it into his arms, "I'll take him out for a walk." Song Yuanhuan turned his head and said to Xu Xiuxiu, who was black-faced, and then quickly slipped out of the dormitory with the child in his arms, his eager appearance was quite like he was avoiding the storm.

Xu Xiuxiu opened her mouth and wanted to stop Song Yuanhuan from getting used to Song Chenguang, but listening to Song Chenguang's cry that did not intend to stop, and looking at the little guy shrinking in Song Yuanhuan's arms, she was distressed and passed by with silence.

The father and son were not there, Xu Xiuxiu was left alone in the house, Xu Xiuxiu looked at the food on the table, silently ate it and cleaned up the remnants, and then sat on Song Yuanhuan's desk and began to wait for the father and son to return, and when he was bored, he took out the military books on the table and flipped through them.

When Song Yuanhuan took Song Chenguang back to the dormitory, it was already an hour later, the little guy had not lost any more golden beans, and Xu Xiuxiu's temper had also been polished in more than an hour.

"Mom." Song Yuanhuan put down the little guy in his arms at the door of the dormitory, and Song Chenguang immediately walked into the house with unsteady steps, and came to Xu Xiuxiu with a weak heart.

Smack-

Xu Xiuxiu glanced at the little guy from the corner of her eye, then closed the military book in her hand solemnly, staring at the little guy who was beside her calf and raised his head to flatter, only to see that his eyes were still a little red at the moment, his cheeks were full of dirty tears that he had cried, and his round little mouth was slightly pouting at her.

"Song Chenguang, do you know it's wrong?" Xu Xiuxiu lowered her eyes and asked.

Song Chenguang's two little fleshy hands immediately grabbed together, his cheeks bulged, and his small eyes looked at her misty.

Xu Xiuxiu sighed helplessly when she saw this, in fact, she knew very well that she was talking to a child who was less than two years old and spoke vaguely It didn't make sense to emphasize right and wrong, and she also knew that what she said was too harsh for him, but she didn't plan to expose the matter like this, Song Chenguang's picky eating and tantrum was resolutely unaccustomed, once he was not subdued from the beginning, the little guy would involuntarily form a habit of losing his temper in the future.

"Mommy, hug." Song Chenguang grinned his thin lips and continued to release his coquettish skills at Xu Xiuxiu.

Seeing this, Xu Xiuxiu bent down and picked up the little guy's fleshy body, as soon as the little guy felt the softening of his mother, his eyes suddenly smiled into a slit, and Song Yuanhuan beside him also quietly breathed a sigh of relief, without him, just because he didn't know much about Xu Xiuxiu's temper, looking at her expression, he thought that she didn't plan to soften at all!

However, both father and son were clearly overjoyed.

"Song Chenguang, stand up obediently, you must think about today's picky eating behavior for ten minutes." Xu Xiuxiu carried Song Chenguang to a small corner of the room and asked the little guy to stand facing the wall.

"Mom?" Song Chenguang didn't understand what Xu Xiuxiu said about thinking about the wall at all, his small body turned to Xu Xiuxiu flexibly, and his two fleshy little arms raised to ask Xu Xiuxiu for a loving hug.

"Stand still." Xu Xiuxiu tried her best to keep her tone soft, but she forced the little guy's body to turn to the wall again, and she also squatted down and stood behind him and wrapped him in her arms with her arms.

"Mom......" Song Chenguang, who had just cried, was already crying again in his voice at this moment.

Xu Xiuxiu frowned, but the arms that clamped the little guy's body did not retract, stubbornly intending to carry out the punishment.

"Xu Xiuxiu." Song Yuanhuan couldn't stand the torture of the two mothers, obviously as soon as the little guy cried, she looked heartbroken and sad to death, but why did she have to let the little guy remember today's lesson?

"Ignore us." Xu Xiuxiu was in no mood to deal with Song Yuanhuan, so she circled Song Chenguang's small body and continued to think about it, she also accompanied him to bear it while punishing Song Chenguang.

Xu Xiuxiu's obviously angry words made Song Yuanhuan helpless, touched his nose, Song Yuanhuan lowered his eyes and glanced at the seagull watch in his hand, and then stood aside silently and waited.

The house was quiet and time slipped by.

Song Chenguang had a little struggle at first, but after being forcibly encircled by Xu Xiuxiu, the struggle became weaker and weaker, and then he simply gave up, his small body faced the wall, his head hung down so low that he couldn't be lower, tears slipped down his cheeks silently, and a drop fell on Xu Xiuxiu's arm, hot and scorching.

Xu Xiuxiu felt that her arm was instantly overturned by a flame, and time passed extremely slowly, Song Chenguang was still standing silently, the little person didn't understand the reason why his mother was angry, and he didn't figure out why he couldn't stand here and couldn't move, but he still stood obediently, and the original little temper was all tossed clean in this toss.

Time passed quietly, and Xu Xiuxiu circled Song Chenguang and squatted so that her legs began to go numb.

"It's time." When Song Yuanhuan saw that the mother and son in the corner were about to be unable to support it, he opened his mouth to speak, Xu Xiuxiu immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and sat on the ground with his ass around Song Chenguang's small body.

"It's okay!" Song Yuanhuan stepped forward and said with concern.

Xu Xiuxiu shook her head, still holding Song Chenguang in her arms, but changed the way to let the little guy sit on her lap face to face.

"Does Tatsumitsu know it's wrong?" Xu Xiuxiu asked softly, raising her hand to gently wipe his little face.

Song Chenguang had red eyes, his mouth was deflated, and he looked at Xu Xiuxiu for a long time, and the tears that were silently rolling in his eyes also fell as the little guy lowered his head, "Mom, right...... Rise. The little guy hiccuped and apologized in a crying voice, and the heart-rending sad expression instantly brought Xu Xiuxiu back to the first day she came to this world, and Song Chenguang's thin and pitiful appearance in her mind was like poison that instantly penetrated her heart.

Xu Xiuxiu's guilty mood suddenly exploded, "Chenguang doesn't cry, it's my mother's mistake, my mother shouldn't have murdered you, she shouldn't have punished you!" Mommy I'm sorry for you! "It's because she's inexperienced, that's why she treats a child less than two years old with such forceful means.

"Don't cry." Song Yuanhuan looked at his mother and the two hugged and cried miserably, and was suddenly angry and funny, and after enduring his emotions for a long time, he stepped forward and hugged the crying mother and wife into his arms, "If you two continue to cry, He Jingzhi and his wife next door should think that I have domestic violence?" Song Yuanhuan smiled bitterly and comforted the mother and son in his arms.

Xu Xiuxiu was also a little embarrassed when she heard this, when she heard the little guy apologize in a trembling voice just now, she suddenly broke down emotionally, and now after being reminded by Song Yuanhuan, she only felt that her cheeks were burning in a panic, it was too embarrassing!

"Tired of crying, aren't you?" Song Yuanhuan stared at the two of them and asked, the big and the small in his arms put away his tears at the same time, and nodded at him with tear-soaked eyes.

Seeing this, Song Yuanhuan also breathed a sigh of relief, and the matter was finally revealed.

This night, because of the emotional collapse of the mother and son, Song Yuanhuan gave up the idea of going to the collective dormitory to sleep, and there were three people squeezed on a small bed, but Song Yuanhuan, a big man, only occupied a quarter of the small bed, but he did not feel wronged, and the big palm tightly rubbed the size in his arms, and he was very reassured.