sweet candy

Chapter 143 Do you want to wash together?

The little girl woke up very early, today is Saturday, Tang Zhihuan went into the bathroom to change clothes, then carried the little girl to the living room.

"Uncle Tang, I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat, I will cook noodles for you?"

Cantaloupe blinked: "Uncle Tang, I want to drink nainai."

Only then did Tang Zhihuan realize that the little girl was still drinking milk, so she went to the kitchen to make milk powder for the little girl, and handed it to the little girl when the temperature was no longer hot.

He wanted to go out for a run, but Song Xixi didn't wake up, he couldn't let Xianggua stay at home alone.

Tang Zhihuan had no choice but to change his way of exercising, doing morning exercises while playing with muskmelon.

Cantaloupe lay on Tang Zhihuan's back, tightly hugging Tang Zhihuan's neck, Tang Zhihuan did push-ups, and she counted.

Now she can only count from 1 to 10, back and forth many times.

After doing three sets of push-ups, Tang Zhihuan was sweating all over. He put "Peppa Pig" on the melon, let her sit on the sofa and watch TV obediently, and went back to the bedroom to take a shower.

Tang Zhihuan walked into the bedroom, there was no one on the bed, and the bathroom door was closed.

He took casual clothes from the hanger, unscrewed the bathroom door and walked in.

Song Xixi was brushing his teeth, looked at the sweaty man, and asked suspiciously: "Aren't you playing a game with muskmelon, why are you sweating so much?"

Tang Zhihuan put the dry clothes on the rack, walked to the bathing area and began to undress.

Song Xixi took a sip of water to get rid of the froth in her mouth, looked at him lewdly, and said in a charming voice, "Honey, you have a really good figure."

Tang Zhihuan had just finished doing push-ups, and the muscles on his arms were still full of blood.

He belongs to the type that looks slender. Although his muscles are not as strong as those of a big guy, they are very strong and his lines are smooth. Song Xixi looks at him as if he is admiring a work of art.

The man glanced back at her, narrowed his cold eyes slightly, and asked her, "Do you want to come over and take a bath together?"

"..." Song Xixi blushed a little, thinking about what to do if Xianggua heard something outside.

Before she could answer, she heard a knock on the door: "Godmother, godmother, are you okay? I want to call Dad."

Song Xixi glanced at the door. Having a child is really not conducive to living a two-person world. She responded to Xianggua while washing her face: "Okay, okay, the godmother will come out soon."

Tang Zhihuan chuckled, and waited for Song Xixi to bring her to the door before continuing to undress and take a bath.

Song Xixi sent a WeChat video to Yu Cha, the little girl chatted with her parents for a while, Song Xixi gave the phone to Cantaloupe to hold by herself, and made sandwiches for breakfast in the kitchen.

After breakfast, Tang Zhihuan took muskmelon to the amusement park as promised.

As soon as she entered the playground, Tang Zhihuan bought her a strawberry-flavored marshmallow, and carried her on the carousel. The little girl happily hugged Tang Zhihuan's neck and did not let go.

Song Xixi took a lot of photos. When it was almost noon, the three of them found a restaurant near the kindergarten for dinner. Song Xixi picked out a few good-looking photos and sent them to Yu Cha. Tang Zhihuan took a look at them, and they looked very warm and lively.

He also laughed a lot. After marrying Song Xixi, his friends said he laughed a lot.

He looked at the photo and realized it was real, so he glanced at the grinning Song Xixi.

Song Xixi raised her head suddenly: "These photos can't be kept. When our children see them in the future, they will definitely be jealous, because his parents are having fun with other people's young ladies in the amusement park."

Tang Zhihuan looked away, looked at the little girl who was eating dessert with her head down, and rubbed her little head: "Cantaloupe, do you still want to listen to Uncle Tang's stories?"

The little girl shook her head: "No."

"If you don't, then uncle won't take you to the amusement park, won't buy you pink cotton candy, and won't play with you on the carousel."

Cantaloupe nodded immediately, without the slightest principle: "Yes, yes!"

"Really?"

"Well, I like...I like listening to Uncle Tang tell stories!"

The little girl blinked her eyes, exactly the same as when Yu Cha was guilty, Song Xixi could tell at a glance.

(End of this chapter)