The Eighty Blessed Wife is a prodigal

Chapter 890 Are You Three Years Old? [Six more]

Tang Xin curled her lips, walked to He Yan's side, and said with a taste on her face, "When you faced me, why didn't you smile as much as you smiled at your girl? Do you think she is prettier than me? Do you think I'm old and pale? "

When He Yan's mother heard Tang Xin's words in the room, she couldn't help but poke her head and look at her son, wondering how wonderful the expression on her son's face was at this moment.

But she was disappointed, and He Yan still had no expression on his face.

He just looked at Tang Xin suspiciously, not understanding how she would ask such a question suddenly.

"I do not have."

Facing Tang Xin's death three times, he quickly denied it without any hesitation.

When I got back, I frowned, thinking whether I answered too quickly.

Tang Xin stared at him for a long time, then said, "Then why don't you smile at me, but smile at your daughter instead!"

While coaxing Mi Jin in the house, He Yan's mother listened to her daughter-in-law teasing her son, with a smirk that couldn't be concealed.

Her son was the only one her daughter-in-law could take care of, and the rest were all for nothing.

"I'm not smiling."

Congratulations had a bit of a headache, especially when facing Shang Tang Xin's tasteful face, it was really sweet and painful.

He had an intuition that if she couldn't answer this kind of question to her satisfaction, she would keep arguing with him.

But his intuition seemed to be wrong——

"I've seen it all! Forget it, let's start sleeping on the sofa tonight."

After finishing speaking, he rushed into the bedroom without looking back, and hugged his son.

When she saw her son's cute face, her face was full of mother's love instead of the taste just now: "Eldest son, mother is back."

Hearing Tang Xin's voice, Mi Jin turned around and looked around for Tang Xin.

Tang Xin laughed and played hide and seek with him, which made him laugh very happily.

Hearing the happy mother and son laughing in the room, He Yan was no longer happy. He walked into the bedroom with a sullen face, and forcibly put his daughter into Tang Xin's arms: "She's hungry."

"Isn't there freshly prepared milk powder on the coffee table?"

Before Tang Xin could speak, He Yan's mother removed her son's platform first.

The congratulatory words were pursed, and he turned and walked out of the bedroom. He went to the living room and unscrewed the pacifier on the coffee table. After drinking all Gulu Gulu, he walked to the door: "It's gone."

"...Are you three years old!?"

He Yan's mother was so angry that she wanted to whip him with the sole of her shoe.

How much is that bottle of milk powder?

That's all he drank?
Tang Xin opened the top /yi/ expressionlessly, and fed the rice grains in front of him, as if she didn't notice that the person in front of her was eating.

Don't think she doesn't know that he is proud of his daughter but not his son.

They all belong to my own home, so what is there to be partial about?
After feeding the daughter, she fed the son again, and when the son was full, she put down the clothes very naturally.

"You can take it away."

Signal congratulatory words to take his daughter away.

Her face was so sullen that people couldn't see the joy and anger on her face clearly, and He Yan couldn't figure out Tang Xin's thoughts for a while.

Of course, there are actually simpler and cruder solutions, but he can't use them because of his mother.

"My leg hurts and I need to rest."

After speaking, He Yan turned around and walked to the living room, lying on the sofa.

Rice grains are a hot potato right now, he'd better be more aware of current affairs, so let's not talk for now.

Seeing He Yan's leaving figure, Tang Xin picked up Mi Jin and went to the living room to walk around in front of He Yan.

"..."

Seeing this, He Yan frowned slightly. While He Yan's mother was changing Mi Li's diaper, he quickly pulled Tang Xin over to sit on the sofa, and told her personally that she was fine, don't get angry.

(End of this chapter)