Sir, I will not marry!

Chapter 842 Baby Come Call Mom

Although the child was only five years old, Shen Lingye felt that men and women were different. He felt that bathing his daughter was a little smelly, so he gave up the idea of ​​bathing the child.

After eating, he carried the baby into the bathroom and laid her on the pile of towels.Then start to take off the socks for the child.

When Shen Lingye's big hand grabbed Mia's little meaty leg, the latter shrank back, obviously repelling it.

Shen Lingye didn't stop, just raised his eyelids to glance at her, and took off her socks without any scruples.

"Sit down and don't move." Shen Lingye raised his hand to warn his daughter, then picked up the towel soaked in hot water in advance, and wiped the child's face.

The little girl's head was flushed red from being rubbed by her father, she pouted her lips in displeasure, her big eyes were full of sorrow, and she protested silently.

Shen Lingye threw the towel aside, picked up the child with one hand, and put her into the water that had already been placed in the sink.

Mia was startled when her two little feet touched the water so suddenly, her body shivered in her father's arms, and her two little meaty claws subconsciously hugged her father's neck.

And the child realizes that now, this is the first time that the child takes the initiative to get close to him.

The child's unique milky fragrance came out, and Shen Lingye felt a little itchy as those two soft little hands pressed against the back of his neck.

When he closed his eyelids, he saw his daughter's little face close at hand.

Shen Lingye's heart suddenly softened.

"Too hot?" He subconsciously softened his voice and asked his daughter.

Mia blinked her big eyes at him, but still didn't say anything.

By this time, Shen Lingye could no longer ignore a problem.

His precious daughter, from the time she met him until now, except for the incomplete pronunciation of braised pork ribs and called Rong Chen's father, it seems that she has never spoken again.

Most of the time, she is docile and obedient to herself and everyone, except for an awkward fight with Shen Lingye last night.

In Shen Lingye's impression, brats of this length are noisy and noisy, almost turning the sky upside down.

But his daughter cherishes words like gold and never speaks easily.

Would a quiet child be as quiet as his daughter?

With a hint of worry, Shen Lingye threw her daughter, who had washed her limbs and claws, onto the big bed in the bedroom.

It's already nine o'clock, and for a child, it's bedtime.

Mia sat on the bed, looked at Jiang Xiaonuan on the bed and blinked.

Shen Lingye took off her coat and asked her softly, "Do you know her?"

Mia nodded.

Shen Lingye stuffed her whole into the quilt, and on a sudden whim, guided her, "Call me mom."

Mia hesitated for a moment, then softly imitated Shen Lingye and called out.

"Mother."

The child's soft and light voice rang in Shen Lingye's ears, like the sound of heaven.

Shen Lingye didn't expect the child to accept the fact that Jiang Xiaonuan was her mother so easily. Even if the child didn't understand the meaning of mother, at least she was willing to call her, wasn't she? !

He couldn't help but raised his hand to pinch the child's little face, and went back to the bathroom to take a shower.

In fact, after the child called her mother, Shen Lingye had the urge to ask her to call her father.

But he remembered the child's stubbornness towards Rong Chen last night, and the painting she drew today, and silently swallowed his expectation back into his mouth.

——He would rather not hear her call his father than hear her call Rong Chen's father again.

(End of this chapter)