There was no one at home, so Mrs. Yao had to come over with Luo Luo, stuff her grandson into her son's arms, and said, "Hold it to you, I'll go see your godmother."

Yao Luo's hands and feet were like little frogs in Mr. Yao's arms, and they were about to slide down. He was not used to being hugged by his father. After Mr. Yao was full of month old, he rarely hugged his children because of work. So far, the one who deared his son the most was not his parents, but his grandparents.

Luo Luo was quite strange and looked at his father with a pair of small eyes, and his little mouth was pursed into a tight line like Shen Jiayin, not knowing whether he should call him.

Sometimes when Mr. Yao looks like his son, he looks very much like his wife, not like him at all. However, he looks very much like him, and he is all a monster with beautiful appearance.

Fortunately, although Mr. Yao hated raising children, he was okay with his son. He carried his son to the other end of the sofa and said, "Watch TV? Or play with Zhengzheng?"

Lolo didn't speak, and although he could already speak some single words, he still didn't speak.

This child, Mr. Yao picked up a small truck playing with the buns on the table and wanted to tease his son.

Lolo only looked at him, as if nothing in this world could arouse Lolo's interest at this moment.

Mr. Yao was stared at his son's focused little eyes and a layer of sweat rose on his forehead, shouting: "Mom, have he drunk milk?" He thought that children like to drink milk, so he stuffed a bottle for his son, and perhaps his attention could be diverted from him.

Mrs. Yao shouted in the kitchen and replied: "What are you drinking? His milk has been drunk long ago. Haven't you just finished eating? You finally hugged him, don't make excuses."

Mr. Yao was blocked by his mother's words and could only walk around the living room with his son in his arms, not knowing what to do. I think that although the little bun was also sticking to his father, Jun, at that time, he was not like his son. Mr. Yao looked at him. Mr. Luo Luo was clearly like looking in a mirror, full of curiosity.

His little hand grabbed Master Yao's bangs. Master Yao's hair was pulled by his son, and his pair of evil contact lenses were narrowed dangerously like a jaguar. Luo Luo's small eyes stared straight at him without showing any fear.

A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, but refers to Lolo.

Master Yao admired his son from the bottom of his heart. If it were Xiao Baozi, he would be a little aware of it and be afraid of it when he glared at him.

"Lolo, you can't eat me even if you look at me." Mr. Yao joked with his son.

When Luo Luo heard his father's joke, his ladylike lips pursed into crescents, which looked very much like his mother Shen Jiayin.

Every time Mr. Yao sees his son feels so sad.

I feel sore in my hands and my feet are tired. Carrying children is a physical job, and not everyone can do it.

Poor parents in the world.

Mr. Yao began to imagine that one day his son gave birth to a grandson for him, and then he would start taking care of his grandson like his father. Perhaps at that time, he had the leisure to take care of his children.

But at this stage, I am really busy with my wife just for a living and career. How can I care about my son? I occasionally hold my son and only use him as a toy.

But his son is not fun at all.

It’s not like a little bun, I’m afraid of him. If he is frightened by him, he will show a pitiful expression, which is quite funny.

"Lolo." Mr. Yao was helpless and pulled his son's face with his hand.

Luo Luo's mouth sagged, and the child was innocent after all. Even if he was pinched by his biological father, he felt wronged. Wow, he burst into tears.

Mr. Yao immediately coaxed his son.

Mrs. Yao found Mrs. Lu in the kitchen on the other end.

Mrs. Lu stuffed fruits into the refrigerator and helped her son and daughter-in-law clean the refrigerator. Lu Huan helped behind her. She wanted to leave but didn't dare to leave. When her mother complained about her brother, she looked helpless. When she saw Mrs. Yao coming, she was like an angel and shouted sweetly: "Godmom!"

"Why are you shouting so loudly? Isn't your mother jealous when she hears it?" Mrs. Yao smiled and teased Lu Huan's child, looking at Lu Huan's person who seemed to have grown taller, and was surprised, "Why are you still growing at this age?"

Lu Huan scratched the back of his head: "I have been playing basketball recently, so I may have jumped a little higher."

Without Yao Zibao's childhood sweetheart brother, Lu Huan found a group of new friends for himself, all of whom belonged to the basketball team.

Mrs. Yao looked at his frown and booed: "Go, play with my grandson, or find Zhengzheng to play."

"Oh." After receiving the amnesty order, Lu Huan ran faster than a rabbit and disappeared.

When she walked behind Mrs. Lu, she heard that Mrs. Lu was nagging. Of course, on the phone, she heard her son tell the situation first. Mrs. Yao felt confident and said, "Your son doesn't hurt yourself. Do you think you have too many sons? Why don't you send Lu Jun to me?"

"What are you saying?" Mrs. Lu turned around and stared at her.

"Am I wrong? Who wouldn't think so when you heard what you said. They all thought you were trying to drive your son away." Mrs. Yao said with a knife on her mouth.

Mrs. Lu complained: "How can I drive him away? I dare to drive him away? The houses are all his own."

"What did you think he is doing? Hum?" asked Mrs. Yao.

Mrs. Lu rubbed her hands boredly: "I said he is also for his own good."

"What are you talking too much about their parents-in-law? OK, even if you are his mother-in-law, don't you think you are similar to those geeks in the yard now? Besides, those things that geeks don't consider, what are you worried about? This is to make things bother you and your son and daughter-in-law themselves."

Mrs. Lu was so shameless by Mrs. Yao's sharp words, and she couldn't help but feel embarrassed. She really made her temper angry and said annoyed: "Why am I causing trouble for him? He is the one who has no brains in doing things by himself. Do you believe it or not? Those lingering ladies will definitely say it tomorrow, and they will be no matter how ugly they say it."

"Lu Jun himself doesn't care, and never takes those words as words. It's you who care about it yourself, it's you who are afraid of being embarrassed, right? So I think you are selfish."

Sometimes Mrs. Yao speaks very straightforwardly, completely in Mu Guiying's style. She can make her face turn pale and her lips tremble when she is angry.

Now Mrs. Lu is obviously like this, and she stamped her heels: "I am selfish? Yes, it's my mother who is selfish, just thinking about her own face! Okay! I'm going to be guilty of having a son!"

Mrs. Yao quickly reached out and grabbed her: "Hey, I don't mean you gave birth to Mr. Lu."

"Where did I give birth to him? Am I selfish?"

The son cried in his arms. Mr. Yao regretted it so much. He had known that he had seen his son's face look good, but he shouldn't have stretched out his magic hand to pinch it. The son's narcissistic spirit is obviously like his father. He was so angry that he was pinched by someone. He cried like Meng Jiangnu and cried like the Great Wall.

Unable to coax his son, Mr. Yao hugged his son and wanted to ask Mrs. Yao for help. But he just looked into the kitchen and saw that his mother had a quarrel with Mrs. Lu. This scared him so much. He asked his mother to put out the fire, not to fan the flames.

"Mom, Mom!" Master Yao shouted twice.

Mrs. Yao and Mrs. Lu were in a state of quarrel, and without looking back, she threw an impatiently at her son: "You, a father, can't coax your son to be a father!"

Mr. Yao was going crazy, so he could only catch someone and call him Lu Huan and Xiao Baozi: "Huan'er, Zhengzheng, come here and play with Luo Luo for a while."

Two children, one big and one small, looked back at Luo Luo's crying spirit, and were scared. They dared not agree to Mr. Yao's request. The two of them thought they didn't hear anything and hid in Xiao Baozi's room and closed the door to prevent Luo Luo, Meng Jiangnu, from crying the door.

When Mr. Yao saw that the two of them were fleeing in panic, he was so angry that he kicked the sofa in the leg.

Seeing his ruthlessness, Lolo cried even more and more shockingly: Lolo was a little lady, and he was most disgraceful to behave like a barbarian.

The crying sounded into the bedroom of Jun Ye and his wife. Bai Lu heard the child's crying completely wrong and said to Jun Ye: "Go outside and take a look."

Jun Ye didn't agree. Mr. Yao's own child, Mr. Yao, could not coax him, and he was a father. So he replied to his wife's words: "Do you think I won't scare Luo Luo again after I go out with this face?"

White dew sweats.

Mr. Yao was really incapable of being in the living room. His son cried so hard that he was sweating profusely, which was more exhausted than letting him run hundreds of laps.

Some children are like this, and they can’t coax them no matter how hard they are. But don’t think you can be fooled, as it will be even worse. Little ladies like Lolo are even more like this.

Master Yao originally wanted to learn from Master Jun, so he raised his face and scared his son not to cry anymore. Luo Luo cried more fiercely when he saw his fierce face. Master Yao made the second move, put his son on the sofa, and wanted to ignore his son and ignore him. How could he still cry? He has the ability to cry. Children are like this, they are so cute, and they cry to attract the attention of adults. At least Master Yao’s experience is like this, but it is completely ineffective on his own son.

It would be better if Lolo didn't pay attention to it, but he cried like a little tears, mixed with miserable trouble.

Mr. Yao knelt down to his son: Little ancestor, please stop crying.

Lolo still cried.

In the bedroom, Bai Lu took down the infusion bag on the coat rack with his right hand.

"What are you doing?" Jun Ye asked.

At this time, men were unreliable. Bai Lu even had a lazy look in his eyes and said, "You don't feel sad when you cry when you hear it. I feel like a knife cut when you listen. After all, you men have never tried the feeling of being pregnant for ten months, so how can you know that the child fell from the flesh on his body?"

Jun Ye was a little silent when he heard her words, walked over, helped her lift the infusion bag, and walked out of the bedroom with her.

In the living room, Master Yao scratched his bangs with both hands, was in a state of turmoil. Hearing footsteps, he saw her coming out and asked, "What are you doing when you come out?"

"Your son is so crying at my house. I won't come out again. People think your son has been abused here." Bai Lu said, as he walked directly over him and walked to Xiao Luoluo. It was inconvenient to have a drip in one hand, so she had to hold the child in her arms with the other hand to coax her.

The tastes of men and women are different after all. Lolo found the smell of mother and grandma in Bai Lu's arms. As he cried, his little nose twitched, and began to smell the smell of her body like a puppy.

The child is actually the most tired after crying. He leans in her arms softly and feels as comfortable as a small bed. When his little eyes are closed, he seems to be summoned by Mr. Zhou.

Master Yao was afraid of his crying momentum just now and did not dare to hug him.

Even Jun Ye glared at him: No ambition.

Put the infusion bag in your hand into Mr. Yao's hand, Jun Ye reached out to pick up the child and found a place for the child to sleep first.

The crib where the little buns sleep at home had already been sent to someone. Jun Ye walked around with his child in his arms and found that he could only put the child on the large bed. However, when he put it on the large bed, someone must be watching him, and his wife needs to rest. So he pressed his eyes to Master Yao and opened the door of your own home.

Mr. Yao sat on the sofa like a dog that had run a thousand kilometers, and couldn't get up at all. He said, "Let me rest for a while. He just wanted me to die. I haven't eaten yet tonight. He has finished drinking milk. In the future, he can't let him drink too much milk. The horsepower is like a full of ten boxes of oil. The horsepower is full."

Bai Lu saw that his forehead was so dense that he was filled with sweat. She was so funny that she felt sorry for him. She grabbed a tissue for him and said, "Wipe, who made you mess with him?"

"How do you know I messed with him?" Mr. Yao was surprised.

"Why don't you know? He doesn't like crying at all. Everyone knows that he is so quiet that he is so obedient that he makes people say nothing, like Jiayin. Unless you mess with him, what did you mess with him?"

Mr. Yao was embarrassed to say that he had pinched his son's face. Besides, no child had ever been pinched by others when he was a child, why was his son the most squinted and cherish his face?

Jun Ye hugged the child. After a while, he found that Mr. Yao’s son, although he looked beautiful, was quite heavy. However, his forehead was sweating for a while. He said to Mr. Yao: “You can open your door quickly and pull up the bed to me.”

At this point, Bai Lu had to carry the infusion bag himself. Mr. Yao immediately rushed to the opposite side to unlock the door, pulled out the baby bed where his son was sleeping, pulled it to the door, and got stuck, shouting: "No, it's stuck!"

At this moment, the two masters finally realized that it would be impossible to have no women at home.

Bai Lu was laughing while getting an injection, and she was almost cramping when she laughed.

Jun Ye stared at her, his coffin face was completely out of control: "You are still laughing?"

Bai Lu admitted that she was not kind and could see him breaking his face in just a few times. If she didn't catch him, she wouldn't know when she would wait.

In the kitchen, Mrs. Lu and Mrs. Yao were quarreling and almost started fighting. The best friend pulled her to the outside of the kitchen and suddenly saw that the living room had changed. They were both surprised.

Mrs. Yao asked Jun Ye who hugged her grandson: "Isn't it Ziye?" Why did it become Jun Ye hugging?
To be continued...