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Chapter 200 It will be meaningless to have a baby if you don't play with it
After saying this, Nan Song picked up Shen Ningchu and walked downstairs.

Shen Du stood at the door and looked at Nan Song's back: "."

This sand sculpture woman just threw him down?keep silent?Don't ask too much?
Wasn't she the one who seduced him first?He took off his pants and gave him this? ? ?
Shen Du raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, then took a deep breath to calm down his rather speechless mood.

Nan Song hugged Shen Ningchu and sat on the sofa, patiently watching cartoons with the little girl.

Needless to say, the plot of this cartoon is really interesting.

It wasn't until the sofa next to him sank a little that Nan Song realized that someone was coming, turned his head and looked at Shen Du with no emotion.

"Hey, you're here too? Let's watch together."

Shen Du looked at this incomprehensible woman, then glanced at the TV screen that was playing cartoons, and asked, "When did you become so caring?"

"Ah?" Nan Song didn't seem to understand the meaning of his words.

Shen Du pursed his thin lips tightly, and didn't say any more.

He knew her character. Before, let alone watching cartoons with children, even if he heard a little child crying outside, Nan Song would feel very irritable.

But at this moment, looking at the picture in front of him, he actually felt quite harmonious.

The little girl in his arms exuded a faint milky scent, Nan Song's eyes shifted from the TV screen to Shen Ningchu's face.

From her angle, she could just see the raised curvature of the little girl's round face.

Nan Song stretched out his finger and poked lightly, then touched Shen Du's arm: "Look, it turns out that Crayon Shin-chan's face is real."

Shen Du: "."

Looking at her, he didn't know what he was thinking, so he suddenly said: "Nan Song, if you have children in the future, you will probably be spoiled by you."

Nan Song was still admiring Shen Ningchu's "Crayon Shinchan face" with relish, and replied casually: "Aren't you talking nonsense? It will be meaningless if you don't play with it after giving birth."

Sensing the little person in her arms moving, Shen Ningchu looked up at Nan Song.

"what's wrong?"

"Little aunt, did you just say that I look like Crayon Shin-chan?"

The little girl's milk voice was a bit vague, but it was enough for people to hear the content of the speech clearly.

Nan Song smiled softly and nodded: "Yes, my little aunt thinks your face looks like Crayon Shin-chan, you two are so cute."

It was almost visible to the naked eye, the little girl looked at Nan Song's eyes changed, and the corners of her mouth curled down, as if she was about to cry.

Nan Song finally noticed something was wrong, turned his head and looked at Shen Du with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong with her?"

As we all know, there is an expression buffer time for a child to cry, and within a few seconds, it is enough for Shen Du to answer Nan Song's question.

Shen Du looked at Shen Ningchu, and said, "If nothing else happens, you seem to have upset her somewhere."

".I do not have it."

As soon as Nan Song's voice fell, the whole living room rang out an incomparably loud cry that was comparable to a horn——

"Wow!!!!!!——"

Nan Song: "."

Originally thought that Shen Du was joking, but now seeing that the little girl was really crying, he suddenly became flustered.

Nan Song hurriedly hugged Shen Ningchu, touched her soft little face, and coaxed softly: "What's wrong with my little baby? Tell my little aunt, okay?"

The little girl opened her mouth and gave the answer while crying: "Auntie said I look like Crayon Shin-chan, but I think Crayon Shin-chan is so ugly, I don't want to play with Auntie anymore, wow!"

"."

Having lived for more than 20 years, Nan Song has never seen this scene before, and quickly cast his eyes on Shen Du for help.

"The child is still so young, so... already has aesthetic awareness? But the point is, I don't think Crayon Shin-chan is ugly, it's quite cute."

Shen Ningchu cried louder.

"Well, what should I do now? How should the child be coaxed? Can you coax?" Nan Song asked.

Shen Du looked at her speechlessly: "I'm not a father, do you think I'm someone who can coax children?"

"Then what to do?"

Shen Du's brows were wrinkled by Shen Ningchu's piercing magic voice, and he quickly waved his hands and said, "Hurry up and ask your elder brother and sister-in-law to come over, this situation cannot be controlled by the two of us alone."

The voice of the little girl crying loudly was very penetrating, and the people in the mahjong room had already heard it, Fang Yan and Shen Youqian hurried out.

After all, the child was made to cry by himself, Nan Song smiled with a trace of guilt.

"Sister-in-law, I said that Xiao Ningchu is as cute as Crayon Shin-chan. The little girl thinks that Crayon Shin-chan is not good-looking, and she cries when she gets angry. Sorry, sorry."

When Fang Yan heard this, she tried her best not to let herself laugh out loud, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, when I was at home with your elder brother, I often teased her like this on purpose. The thing she dislikes the most is Crayon Shin-chan. Once you tease her, she will be teased like this." It's fun to be unhappy with your little mouth curled up."

Nan Song: "."

Shen Du: "."

Mom, this is really my mother.

Shen Youqian raised his hand to cover Shen Ningchu's ears in Fang Yan's arms, and said to Shen Du and Nan Song: "It will be meaningless if you don't play after giving birth to a child. You two will know when you have a child in the future."

After finishing speaking, the two hugged Shen Ningchu and coaxed him away.

Nan Song turned his head, and looked at Shen Du in blank dismay: "It turns out that all parents have this kind of mentality, so it seems that I am not the only pervert in this world."

Shen Du mercilessly poured cold water on her: "But you are not qualified to be a pervert yet, I hope you all know."

"Cut." Nan Song snorted lightly.

In the evening, when the family observes the new year together, the elders start to give red envelopes to the younger generations.

The red envelopes prepared by Shen Du and Nan Song were dotted with small shiny gold foils, which looked particularly festive and textured.

When it was sent in front of Shen Zhiyi and Shen Wanning, Shen Du had a serious face, but lightly tapped the heads of the two little girls with the red envelopes in his hand.

The two happily took it: "Thank you cousin and sister-in-law!"

The clock struck zero.

"Oh!"

There are fireworks in the night sky outside, the old year ends and the new year arrives.

Nan Song was wearing a shawl, and stood side by side with Shen Du in the foyer, watching the children chasing each other with small fireworks sticks in the yard outside, Shen Du put his arms around the waist of the person next to him.

Nan Song looked up at the gorgeous fireworks: "Hey, tomorrow is the first day of the new year, do you want to go somewhere with me?"

"Where to go?"

"Showing the mountains behind the water, I'm going to wish my mother a happy new year."

Shen Du tilted his head and moved closer to Nan Song.

"Of course, it's an honor."

　Shen Gou and Song Song spent the first Spring Festival together in a true sense of peaceful coexistence.

　　Thank you for your red beans, recommended tickets, and monthly tickets!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)