The 365-day trial marriage of the male god: the sweet wife is a bit wild

Chapter 1192 Shan Tingye!
As soon as Qin Youxuan's words came out, Shan Hanjie's face darkened even more.

It seems that IQ has been greatly insulted.

Qin Youxuan was finally sure that he really couldn't do it.

She curled her lips, "Actually, it's nothing, how many people don't know how to do it, you haven't learned it, how normal it is."

"Who says I can't?"

Men can't stand being underestimated by their own women, so Shan Hanjie narrowed his flirtatious pupils and stepped forward.

"Are you sure OK? No, I can teach you."

Qin Youxuan stretched her legs by the bed, with a look of asking if she didn't understand.

"..."

Shan Hanjie was startled, gritted his teeth, "No need."

Quickly recalling the pictures he had seen in his mind, imitating Qin Youxuan's posture, grabbing the little guy's legs and lifting them up.

As soon as he touched his son's soft little feet, Shan Hanjie had the illusion that his little feet would be crushed if he tried hard, and froze in a daze.

Usually he often hugs his son, but never like this, pinching his little hands and feet.

For a moment, Shan Hanjie could understand the meaning of the sentence that a baby's life is fragile.

With such a small foot, he could break it if he was not careful.

The little guy was not so obedient. When he saw Shan Hanjie grabbing his feet, he was so itchy that he wanted to retract his little feet.

As soon as Shan Hanjie exerted force, he simply kicked his feet.

One kick hit Shan Hanjie's approaching handsome face.

The little feet stepped directly on Shan Hanjie's face, and Qin Youxuan could clearly feel the air pressure in the room suddenly drop.

Seeing the man's sinister expression, he trembled all over.

"Well, if you move faster, your son won't be so uncomfortable. He will definitely struggle when he is uncomfortable."

"So he still blames me for kicking me?" Shan Hanjie gritted his teeth.

"..."

Qin Youxuan was worrying about how to comfort the injured man, and out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the little guy lying on the bed smiling.

The calf that stepped on Shan Hanjie's face was still trying hard, trying to kick him away.

Qin Youxuan was excited, and quickly reached out to hug her son, and grabbed the diaper in Shan Hanjie's hand.

"I don't care. I'll do it myself. You go outside and wait for us?"

"Put him down and give me the diaper."

Shan Hanjie stretched out his hand to touch his face, and said in a low voice.

He doesn't believe he can't handle a diaper, brat.

"Shan Hanjie, it's really nothing to be ashamed of..."

As soon as Qin Youxuan opened her mouth, she was glared at by the man, and the diaper was snatched from her hand.

Smacking his tongue, he didn't dare to make another sound.

The second time, Shan Hanjie seemed much calmer than the first time.

Quickly grabbed the little guy's legs, lifted his little butt, and put the diaper inside.

"Tear off the adhesive strips on both sides and stick them from both sides."

Qin Youxuan didn't dare to watch the play again this time, she frowned when she saw Shan Hanjie slapped her hand, and hurriedly reminded her.

Shan Hanjie looked up at her, and was about to reach out to tear off the sticky strip, when a jet of water sprayed towards his face.

Warm, with temperature...

Wei An's body instantly petrified, he even forgot to avoid it, and froze by the bed.

Looking at the little guy in front of him, when he was done, he pissed on him!

"Shan, Ting, Ye—"

……

"It really doesn't stink. A newborn baby's urine is smelly. If you don't believe me, you can smell it yourself." Qin Youxuan suffocated a smile, about to stifle internal injuries.

Looking at the man in front of him who was about to rub his face off, the same words had been repeated hundreds of times.

"Snapped--"

Shan Hanjie threw the towel into the washbasin and straightened up.

(End of this chapter)