Zhou Xiaoting stood on the bed and shouted, then jumped out of bed and ran out of the room naked, standing in the courtyard and shouting loudly next door, "Teacher Xiao!" Mr. Xiao! Uncle Xiang is wetting the bed! ”

"Teacher Xiao, have you woken up? Do you hear me? Teacher Xiao, Uncle Xiang, he wet the bed last night! ”

After shouting this sentence, the little guy ran towards Zhou Qingsong's room again, and slammed the door, "Dad!" Father! It's not me wetting the bed, it's Uncle Xiang wetting the bed! You can't beat me! You're going to beat Uncle Xiang! Let Uncle Xiang wash the sheets for Dad! ”

On the second floor of the courtyard next door, Xiao Yezi was woken up by Zhou Xiaoting.

I hurriedly put on a coat and went to the balcony of the study.

The Terrace of the study is the case where you can see the garden next door.

"Teacher Xiao!" Zhou Xiaoting also found Xiao Yezi on the balcony, standing in the courtyard bare-chested and waving his hand at Xiao Yezi, "Uncle Xiang slept with me last night!" But he wetted the bed! Or I found out! ”

"Zhou Xiaoting!" Xiang Ang came back to his senses and almost came out of the room through gritted teeth.

In his hand, he was still carrying the pants that were kicked under the bed by Zhou Xiaoting and hidden, and still smelled of urine, "Come over and explain what happened to these pants under your bed." ”

"That's not my pants." Zhou Xiaoting was a thief, and subconsciously shook his head, denying that he was the owner of the pants.

"Xiang Ang, why are you there?" Xiao Yezi stood upstairs and asked.

Xiang Ang's expression slammed.

Xiao Yezi got up?

Recalling Zhou Xiaoting's shouting just now, Xiao Yezi must have been woken up by this child.

Xiang Ang threw Zhou Xiaoting's pants back into Zhou Xiaoting's room, and quickly found an excuse to explain, "My bicycle broke last night, so I came to borrow it for the night." ”

When Zhou Xiaoting heard this, he glanced at the bicycle leaning on the wall, and then shouted at Xiao Yezi with both hands in the shape of a trumpet, "Teacher Xiao, Uncle Xiang lied to you, his bicycle is not broken, and it is parked in my yard now." ”

"Zhou Xiaoting, shut up." Zhou Qingsong couldn't stand it and opened the door and shouted, "Early in the morning, can you let me sleep well?" It's only half past five, how can you have such a good spirit? Also, why don't you wear pants? Are you underwhelmed? Still not going in and putting your pants on? ”

When Zhou Xiaoting heard this, he quickly ran back to his room, shouting as he ran, "Dad, it's not me wetting the bed today, you can't beat me, it's Uncle Xiang wetting the bed." ”

Xiao Yezi stood on the balcony and watched for a while, shaking his head helplessly.

It's really lively early in the morning.

"Daughter-in-law." Once born, second ripe, Xiang Ang climbed over the wall this time, he didn't even need to run, in the blink of an eye, he climbed with his hands, supported him, kicked his feet, and quickly climbed over the wall.

Xiang Ang stood downstairs, looked up at Xiao Yezi on the balcony on the second floor, and said a word in a very serious tone.

"I didn't wet the bed."

When Zhou Qingsong on the side heard this, he laughed miserably.

Xiang Ang glanced over, and Zhou Qingsong quickly retracted into the room.

"It's Zhou Xiaoting who wets the bed and is afraid of being beaten by his father." Xiang Ang said, "I don't wet the bed before I was three years old. ”

Xiao Yezi is not smiling, nor is he angry.

She couldn't have guessed this kind of thing? And he used him to come over the wall so nervously to explain to her?

Moreover, this guy went to the Zhou family next door to spend the night last night because he was worried about her and didn't go back?