Pei Zhiyuan tore up the paper for a long time, and the situation on the bed was already a mess.

Song Anyang patted his head in a messy way, and then he reached out to sort out the scraps of paper, and while sorting them out, he scolded Pei Zhiyuan with a smile: "You little villain, your skin is itchy, right?" ”

After that, Song Anyang had already sorted out the confetti on the bed.

It's just that the little bastard still has two pieces of paper in his hand and refuses to let go.

Song Anyang reached out and grabbed the paper in the child's hand and pulled it, signaling him to relax.

But Pei Zhiyuan really likes to tear things very much, no matter how Song Anyang raised his eyebrows coldly, he just didn't let go, and he shrank his hand and hid the paper behind him.

The child cleverly hid the paper behind him, Song Anyang was stunned, frowned, and reached out to grab the paper in the child's hand.

Who knew that this kid suddenly let out a loud voice...... of crying.

Crying is crying loudly, but unfortunately no tears are shed.

Song Anyang held his forehead, laughing angrily.

Finally, after pondering for a while, Song Anyang took the books he had sorted out before back to Xiao Zhiyuan, and saw that he was still crying, so he took a breath and picked up a piece ......of paper and tore it open.

Don't say it, Song Anyang tore it like this, and it was immediately effective.

Pei Zhiyuan stopped crying and stared at Song Anyang, as if to say, he still wants to see it.

Seeing the child's cute and stupid appearance, Song Anyang raised his eyebrows and continued with a smile.

Song Anyang tore a few pieces of paper, and Pei Zhiyuan was even happier.

While laughing and waving and clapping, I became more and more happy.

The little bastard was so happy, Song Anyang slowly forgot her original intention of putting away this pile of garbage, and continued to tear a few sheets.

The little bastard watched Song Anyang tear the paper and sat there, his hands and body in a trance, looking extremely happy.

Just as the child's hand was waving more and more, the little bastard who was sitting suddenly leaned back and fell on the pillow, and then couldn't get up no matter how hard he struggled.

Seeing that the little bastard couldn't get up, he was still struggling hard, and his appearance made Song Anyang laugh so much that he was about to burst into tears, Pei Zhiyuan at this time was like a turtle that had turned over, so funny!

Song Anyang didn't immediately help him, and the little bastard was so nervous that his face turned red, and his mouth kept babbling...... shouted.

It wasn't until the little bastard was about to get angry and frowned in a line shape that Song Anyang reached out and picked up the child, leaned against the head of the bed, and poked the child's face.

Pei Zhiyuan was used to being poked in the face by Song Anyang, and there was no reaction to being poked, but he raised his hand and pointed to the paper in Song Anyang's hand 'babbling ......' to remind Song Anyang and continue to tear it.

Song Anyang saw that the little bastard still wanted to see it, so he tore a few more sheets, and didn't stop his movements until he tore the small half of the book; hid the rest of the pages behind him, patted his hand in front of Pei Zhiyuan, and said, "No!" ”

If you don't, it's time to sleep.

Although Pei Zhiyuan's IQ is not as good as that of an adult, he has more or less inherited his father's IQ gene, and he is very smart!

Raised his hand behind Song Anyang and pointed to 'babbling ......' to remind Song Anyang, the paper is behind.

Seeing that the little bastard immediately found the paper, Song Anyang smiled and threw the paper behind him to the ground, then put his hand in front and said, "It's really gone." ”

Pei Zhiyuan saw Song Anyang put his hand in front of him, so he stretched out his pink and tender little hand, grabbed Song Anyang's hand, looked up and down, and after making sure that there was no paper, he couldn't help but puff out his face with some disappointment.

The little guy was a little lost, but Song Anyang hugged the child, turned around and walked to the bed, and said: "Mom will take the baby to play tomorrow, the baby is good, go to bed first." ”

Will you go to play, let's talk about it; Anyway, this will make Song Anyang a little sleepy and want to sleep.

Pei Zhiyuan felt that Song Anyang was sleepy, so he didn't tear the paper anymore, and yawned sleepily to sleep.

Song Anyang fell asleep, and Jin Lin gently closed the door from the crack in the door, and clicked the video he had just taken in his hand to send.

Jin Lin did not see the boss after she arrived in the capital, but before she came, she had a few phone calls with the boss.

It's not a boss, how could she find her wife as soon as she arrived in the capital.

…………

It may be that he had a little trouble drinking milk in the middle of the night with the little bastard, and Song Anyang was in a state of mind after getting up the next day.

After changing the child's clothes, he kept yawning, and after washing his face, he felt that his spirit began to recover.

Jin Lin was tidying up breakfast, and seeing that Song Anyang was not in good spirits, she asked, "Anyang, you didn't sleep well yesterday?" When Song Anyang got up in the middle of the night to make milk powder, Jin Lin actually knew.

It's just that she was afraid that she would be too positive, which caused her to ask again and again.

"The little bastard was hungry in the middle of the night last night, and he soaked her milk, and he peed his pants again, and tossed to death." Song Anyang complained, and then he was in a trance, thinking of when he was in Pei's house before......

Alas...... Forget it, it's too painful to reminisce about what to do with those thoughts.

"Then Madame doesn't ask for help?"

If you lead alone, you will have many difficulties.

Song Anyang heard that Jin Lin reminded her to invite someone, pursed a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, shook her head and replied: "No, when the little bastard grows up to a year old, it won't be so troublesome, it's just a few months." ”

After taking care of the child for several months, when he learned to walk and talk, it was natural that he was not so tired with him.

Song Anyang didn't want to invite someone, Jin Lin's eyes sank; suddenly showed an embarrassed face, and said: "Anyang, I wanted to leave today when I found a house, but the house here in the capital, as you know, is not easy to find." ”

Jin Lin told Song Anyang that she would stay a few more days.

Jin Lin wanted to stay for a few more days, but Song Anyang didn't think much about it, and immediately replied with a smile: "It's okay, before you find a house, you can live here with me, anyway, there is a vacant room here." ”

Song Anyang agreed, and Jin Lin laughed happily.

After breakfast, Song Anyang wanted to go out to buy some daily necessities, and Jin Lin actively said that he would follow.

Song Anyang didn't say much, he just felt that Jin Lin was not the most suitable to look for a house at this point in time?

Of course, Song Anyang only thought for a moment, and didn't think too deeply.

Song Anyang wanted to go to the supermarket.

Not far from the apartment, there is a big supermarket, because the place is close, Song Anyang and Jin Lin choose to walk.

After walking for a while, it may be that the child is too heavy, Song Anyang has been holding it like this, so he said with a smile: "I will stay in the supermarket, I have to buy a car for the little bastard." ”

If you go out and push him like this, it won't be heavy.

Jin Lin saw that Song Anyang couldn't hold it, and immediately reminded positively: "I'll help you hug it." Jin Lin likes Pei Zhiyuan very much, and she is also very interested in hugging him.

Coincidentally, Song Anyang was also tired, so he handed the child to Jin Lin, and said with a smile: "By the way, you like to eat ......"

Song Anyang was halfway through her words, and before the rest of the words could be spit out, she suddenly stopped the words in her mouth, and something rushed to her instinctive reaction, she stood in place in a daze and closed her eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, what she saw was a man, holding a bucket of red lacquer that had been splashed, standing in front of Song Anyang with a fierce look.