Chapter 281: Don't You Have Hands?

Five days later, Wen Xia and Mu Han came back and returned with a full load.

Wen Xiaonuo is very happy every time she receives a gift, but this time it is an exception, she has a cold war with Wen Xia.

Mu Xiaoxu rarely receives gifts from Mu Han, even if he goes on a business trip for half a month, he may not be particularly enthusiastic about him when he comes back.

Sometimes he wonders if he is his own child, why other people's fathers love their children so much, and his fathers are so cold.

Only now did he understand that his father did not know how to love others because no one loved him.

Look, now he is in love with his mother, smiling like a flower every day, and he actually knows what he likes and buys it for him personally.

It's good that after my dad had my mom, I became enthusiastic.

Just looking at Wen Xiaonuo with a tense face and unhappy, he didn't dare to show it.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Mu Xiaoxu asked softly, "Don't you like the gift your parents gave you?" ”

gifts, Wen Xiaonuo likes them very much, what she doesn't like is that Mu Han has been following her mother, she only hugged her mother for a short time, and her mother was called away by him!

Even though she went to get a gift for her, she was still not happy!

Does he have no hands? Why do you have to ask your mother to get it?

"Nono, are you unhappy? Angry with your mother? Wen Xia could see at a glance that her daughter was in a mood and hurriedly coaxed.

But before she finished speaking, Mu Han brought a basin of hot water and asked her to sit down.

She was not in a hurry to soak her feet, hugged Wen Xiaonuo to her lap, and said with a smile: "I'll wash it later, you go take a bath first, I'll accompany Nuonuo for a while." ”

Mu Han ignored it, took off her slippers, put her feet in a basin with just the right water temperature, helped her wash her feet, and massaged.

Wen Mingjun came back from a walk, and when he saw this scene, he immediately frowned, "Don't you have hands?" Can't wash your own feet? ”

Wen Xia blushed and wanted to explain, but Mu Han opened her mouth before her: "Dad, I have to wash Nuan Nuan's feet, she misses Nuo Nuo, and wants to hug Nuo Nuo more." ”

Wen Mingjun looked at Wen Xiaonuo in Wen Xia's arms, and was about to open his mouth, but Wen Xiaonuo hurriedly climbed to the side and said weakly: "Grandpa, don't murder me, I have hands and feet, and my mother has to hold me." ”

Grandpa is so fierce......

Even his daughter is fierce, and she, her granddaughter, doesn't dare to sit in his daughter's arms.

Wen Mingjun said: "It's such a big person, can holding a child tire you?" ”

Wen Xia: "......"

Woo woo, am I my own?

Wen Xiaonuo: What's the situation with "......"? Is my mom biological?

Mu Xiaoxu said amazingly: "Grandpa, don't you like my father?" ”

Wen Mingjun was silent.

Mu Xiaoxu continued: "What is an idiom called, what to kill and what to see?" ”

Wen Xiaonuo's vocabulary far surpassed that of Mu Xiaoxu, and he replied in seconds: "Kill chickens and make an example of monkeys!" ”

Mu Xiaoxu: "Yes, killing chickens and monkeys, does my grandfather not like my father, so he deliberately murdered my mother?" ”

Wen Mingjun: "......"

He Yun couldn't help it, laughed heartily, and then slapped Wen Mingjun's arm, and said breathlessly: "Sir, are you jealous?" Is it bad for my daughter to be spoiled? ”

Wen Mingjun had a calm face, he didn't want to speak, and even he didn't know why he couldn't look at Mu Han.

seems to be compared to him, not only is he a failure to be a father, but he is also useless as a husband......

It's not that he hasn't done such a thing as washing his wife's feet, but he doesn't look spoiled by Mu Han, which is really strange.

While a few people were talking, Mu Han helped Wen Xia wash his feet, stood up with the footwashing water, and looked at Wen Mingjun respectfully: "Does Dad want to soak his feet?" I can wash it for you too. ”

Wen Mingjun's old face turned red, and he was angry: "Who washed it with you!" I have hands myself. ”