Jin Yining looked at his little ancestor, and wanted to say that it was really hard to say whether it would work or not, his white and tender little face was like a little angel when he didn't cry, but this temper really didn't look like him, nor like Shang Ning.

"Go ahead, it's okay, I'll watch him tomorrow." This case was raised by Shang Ning, and it must be sued, so Jin Yining wants to attend, at least let those people know that the Internet is not a place outside the law, and what is done in the name of liking is not necessarily right.

Sister Yang could still hear Shang Ning's thick nasal voice on the other side of the phone, and she didn't know whether she should be distressed or fall into the trap for a while, there was finally a person in this world who could fix her.

Jin Yining will pass, but Shang Ning can't go out at this time, and this year's Spring Festival is destined to have to be spent by their family of three at home, after all, the little master can't see outsiders.

The little guy has to be held when he sleeps, Jin Yining sat against the head of the bed, the little fruit shell was lying on his chest, and the little mouth was still chirping, it is estimated that he was sleeping like a little piglet all the time.

Shang Ning turned her back to Jin Yining, it was rare to be able to sleep for a while at this time, otherwise when the little ancestor woke up for a while, she didn't have to sleep again, she had now developed the ability to fall asleep with a pillow.

Jin Yining gently patted the small fruit shell while reading, covered the quilt with Shang Ning with his free hand, and looked down at his son, "You can really toss, this means that your mommy has a good temper, and anyone else can throw you out of the window." ”

The little fruit shell seemed to hear it, his big round eyes opened, Jin Yining sighed helplessly, and his big hand snorted on his little face: "Sleep, sleep, ancestor." ”

The little fruit shell bar chirped his little mouth, lay on his father's chest and continued to sleep.

Jin Yining was also sleepy this time, but if he fell asleep, this kid would be able to howl out as soon as possible, and no one would want to sleep at that time.

Jin Yining thinks that he has been filming for so many years and has done so many tasks, but he has never encountered such a tricky opponent, you can't fight, scold, be fierce, and importantly, you can't lose it.

Why did you give birth to such a little ancestor?

I couldn't sleep, so I could only carry him up and go to the kitchen, close the kitchen door and plan to boil the chicken soup for Shang Ning, otherwise if it goes on like this, the children will not grow up, and the adults will be boiled down.

Jin Yining held the little ancestor with one hand, put the mobile phone aside, his mother was asking about their situation, and Jin Yining put the cut chicken into the pot with one hand.

"Ning Ning just slept, she can sleep for a while now, otherwise she won't stop waiting for the kid to wake up." Jin Yining opened the fire and protected his little head with one hand, his small body was tied to him, but there was no need to worry.

"Otherwise, go to the hospital and see, isn't there something wrong with this child?" Lian Jingyan said worriedly, not that she hoped that there was anything wrong with her grandson, mainly because she had never seen such a child like this.

You can't go to outsiders at home, you have to stick to people 24 hours a day, you can't let go or put down, and you have to hold it all the time.

What kind of parents can be so tossed?

"It's okay, maybe I was scared before, it's good to be out of the full moon." Jin Yining said, looking down at his son's little face, there was no trace of red for a long time, and he didn't know if it was because of this natural fate.

"Will you two be able to survive this?"