The little girl woke up very early, today is Saturday, Tang Zhihuan went into the bathroom to change her clothes and hugged the little girl to the living room.

"Uncle Tang, I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat, I'll cook you noodles to eat?"

The melon blinked: "Uncle Tang, I want to drink nainai." ”

Tang Zhihuan reacted at this time, this little girl was still at the age of drinking milk, so she went to the kitchen to make milk powder for the little girl, and handed it to the little girl when the temperature was not hot.

He wanted to go out for a run, but Song Xixi didn't wake up, and he couldn't let Muskmelon stay at home alone.

Tang Zhihuan had no choice but to change his exercise method, playing with melons and doing morning exercises.

The melon lay on Tang Zhihuan's back, hugging Tang Zhihuan's neck tightly, Tang Zhihuan did push-ups, and she counted.

Now she can only count from 1 to 10, back and forth many times.

After doing three sets of push-ups, Tang Zhihuan sweated profusely, he played "Peppa Pig" to the melon, let her sit on the sofa and watch TV alone, and then went back to the bedroom to take a bath.

Tang Zhihuan walked into the bedroom, the bed in the bedroom was empty, and the bathroom door was closed.

He grabbed a casual suit from the hanger, unscrewed the bathroom door and walked in.

Song Xixi was brushing his teeth, looked at the sweaty man, and asked suspiciously, "Aren't you playing a game with the melon, why are you sweating so much?" ”

Tang Zhihuan put the dry clothes on the shelf, walked to the bathing area and began to undress.

Song Xixi drank saliva to get rid of the foam in her mouth, looked at him with squints, and her voice was a little charming: "Husband, you are in such a good figure." ”

Tang Zhihuan had just finished doing push-ups, and the muscles in his arms were still full of blood.

He belongs to the type that looks slender, although the muscles are not as strong as the big guys, but they are very strong and the lines are smooth, Song Xixi looks at him as if he is admiring a work of art.

The man glanced back at her, his cold eyes narrowed slightly, and asked her, "Do you want to come over and take a bath together?" ”

"......" Song Xixi blushed, thinking about what to do if the melon heard something outside.

Before she could answer, she heard a knock on the door: "Godmother, godmother, are you okay, I want to call Dad." ”

Song Xixi glanced at the door, having a child is really not conducive to the world of two, she responded to the melon, and rinsed her face: "Okay, okay, godmother will come out immediately." ”

Tang Zhihuan chuckled, and waited for Song Xixi to bring him to the door before continuing to undress and take a bath.

Song Xixi sent a WeChat video to Yu Cha, the little girl chatted with her parents for a while, Song Xixi gave the mobile phone to the melon and made a sandwich breakfast in her kitchen.

After breakfast, Tang Zhihuan took the melon to the amusement park as promised.

As soon as she entered the playground, Tang Zhihuan bought her a strawberry-flavored marshmallow, and hugged her on the merry-go-round, and the little girl happily hugged Tang Zhihuan's neck and didn't let go.

Song Xixi took a lot of photos, and when it was almost noon, the three of them found a restaurant near the kindergarten to eat, Song Xixi picked a few good-looking ones and sent them to Yu Cha, Tang Zhihuan took a look, and it looked very warm and lively.

He also laughed a lot, and after marrying Song Xixi, his friends said that he loved to laugh a lot.

He looked at the photo and realized that it was true, so he glanced at Song Xixi, who was grinning.

Song Xixi suddenly raised his head: "These photos can't be kept, and when our children see them in the future, they will definitely be jealous, because his parents are having a lot of fun with other people's young ladies in the amusement park." ”

Tang Zhihuan looked away, looked at the little girl who was eating dessert with her head down, and rubbed her little head: "Muskmelon, will you still listen to Uncle Tang's stories in the future?" ”

The little girl shook her head: "Don't." ”

"If not, Uncle won't take you to the amusement park, won't buy you pink marshmallows, won't play the merry-go-round with you."

The melon immediately nodded, without the slightest principle: "If you want it!" ”

"Really?"

"Well, I like... Love listening to Uncle Tang's stories! ”

The little girl's eyes blinked, exactly the same as when Yu Cha's heart was empty, and Song Xixi could see it at a glance.