Sheng Mingzhu felt that he hadn't played with Bo Haoyi for a long time, and it was rare to even say a word or two occasionally, let alone bathe the baby like before and tell him bedtime stories.

While thinking like this, she bent down and hugged Bo Haoyi in her arms, carried him into the bathroom, put a full tank of hot water at a suitable temperature in the bathtub, and poured in the lavender she also used just now and made into dried flowers.

Bo Haoyi stripped naked and jumped into the bathtub, seemingly forgetting that he was taking a bath, and was a little excited to play with the water.

Sheng Mingzhu had just finished taking a bath and changed into clean clothes, and she was soiled by the water droplets splashed by the naughty little guy, but she was not angry at all, but smiled and reached out to scratch Bo Haoyi's upright little nose.

"Is Haoyi well-behaved in school today? Did you listen to your teacher well? ”

She bowed her head to help the baby take a bath, and asked him about his situation at school with great concern.

Sheng Mingzhu also knows that as the mother of her children, her concern for Bo Haoyi is indeed very little compared to other parents.

It's just that her situation is too special, and she can't shout at her child every day like ordinary parents, and she can only take a little time out of her busy schedule to accompany the baby.

Sometimes Sheng Mingzhu looks at Bo Haoyi's extraordinarily sensible appearance, and she always feels a little sour in her heart, she feels that their baby is not like ordinary children, they can enjoy the time with their parents to their heart's content.

Because she and Bo Sicheng are both busy people, even if they want to squeeze out a little space to spend more time with their children, the reality is often unsatisfactory.

"The airplane model I made today won the first place in the class, and the teacher rewarded me with two little red flowers, and said that the next time I exhibited my work, I would put my airplane model on the shelf for everyone to see!"

Bo Haoyi was so excited that he told Sheng Mingzhu what happened in the class today, as if he wanted his mother to praise himself, he proudly puffed up his chest and asked, "Mom, will you go to see it on the day of the exhibition?" ”

Naturally, he wished that his mother could go to the kindergarten to see the model airplane he made, but he also knew how busy Sheng Mingzhu was, so busy that even rest had become a luxury.

He didn't want his mother to feel that going to kindergarten was a burden, but he couldn't help but show off the results of his work.

"Of course Mom will go," Sheng Mingzhu smiled and touched Bo Haoyi's hot water-soaked hair, looking at his big shining eyes staring at him intently, "I also want to see how good our Haoyi's airplane model is, and I can let the teacher give two little red flowers in admiration." ”

Although she was tired from being busy in the laboratory, she still didn't want to miss the child's growing moments.

She knew very well that she and Bo Sicheng's baby were different from ordinary children, and that his intelligence and ability were superior to even some college students.

It is precisely because of his precociousness that he is sensible and does not disturb the busy work of his mother and father, but it is precisely because of this sensibility that Sheng Mingzhu, a mother, feels particularly distressed.

Who doesn't want to be like a child who doesn't know the world, just cares about having fun and doesn't care about those disturbances.

However, Bo Haoyi thinks about her and Bo Sicheng in everything, and he is not immature at all as a three-year-old child should be.

Sheng Mingzhu gently stroked the other party's smooth forehead, looking at him sitting in the bathtub and having fun, he felt that he finally had some childishness at this time, and he also felt a little relieved in his heart.

She took a bath with the baby and lay down on the cot with him, telling the story of the prince and princess in a gentle and gentle voice.

Bo Haoyi listened carefully with his ears pricked up, but after listening for only ten minutes, he blinked in a daze, hugged his tiger doll and fell asleep in his mother's arms.

Sheng Mingzhu hooked her lips a little funny, tucked the corners of the quilt for the baby lightly, and withdrew from his room.

She had just left the house with the fairy tale book when Bo Sicheng returned home.

"Haoyi has already slept?"

When he saw Sheng Mingzhu tiptoeing with a fairy tale book, he knew that she had just put the child to sleep, and pinched her cheek with a smile and said: "Only you can deal with him best, I told him a story for two hours last time I coaxed him to sleep, and he still said that he didn't want to sleep, and yelled to get up and play with blocks." ”

As soon as Bo Sicheng thought of the experience of failing to coax Bo Haoyi to sleep, he felt that his brain hurt, and he felt that this little guy was like God had sent him to fix him.

In front of Sheng Mingzhu, he is as well-behaved as a little rabbit, but in front of him, he is like a demon king of the world, and only Sheng Mingzhu can obey him.

"You didn't know his character, since you are telling a bedtime story, how can you tell him the story of those swords, guns and guns, warriors going to fight the demon king?"

Sheng Mingzhu only felt that Bo Sicheng hadn't thought carefully about the key to this, and put his arms around his neck and smiled: "The more you tell him such a story, the more excited he will be that he can't sleep, and in the end he will get up and play something else." ”

"Yes, yes, you're right, you're the one who knows Haoyi best, I'm just a little minion that no one loves."

In Sheng Mingzhu's baby, the baby is the first person, and he can only rank second, and in the baby Bo Haoyi's place, the mother Sheng Mingzhu is the most important existence, and he, who is a father, can only stand aside.

He doesn't seem to be favored anywhere, and his words are a little aggrieved: "I worked hard outside, but my wife didn't love my son and didn't love me, and my life was really miserable." ”

Sheng Mingzhu knew that Bo Sicheng was playing tricks with him again, so he deliberately turned around and walked to the bedroom, leaving him alone in the living room: "Since you are so pitiful, it is better to reward you for sleeping on the sofa, anyway, your wife and son can't count on it, you might as well be with the sofa." ”

His wife is in front of him, where will Bo Sicheng sleep on the sofa, he chased after him in two steps, lay down on the bed with Sheng Mingzhu in his arms, and kissed her for a while before letting go of the other party and smiled: "I can't bear my baby wife and my baby son, don't want to drive me to sleep in the living room." ”

The two hugged each other and talked for a while, and Sheng Mingzhu suddenly remembered the conversation with Chen Wanyan when she first came back.

"Speaking of which, why do I think Chen Wanyan has been a little weird recently, she seems to be very attentive to you, can't she be interesting to you?"