President proudly spoils the petty wife

Just then, the door of the game room was opened. Shan Bei and Han Siyu ran out sweating.

While running, he also gave a hearty laugh.

Seeing this, Wenquan and Gu Jingyun immediately stopped talking.

Although the child is still young, these things can not be mentioned in front of the child, which will affect the child's growth.

"Mom, mom, I'm thirsty, I'm hungry..." Shan Bei ran to the hot spring stream and fell down in her arms.

"OK, mom, go and pour you a drink. What do you want to drink?" Wenquan Creek immediately looked at Han Siyu and continued to ask, "where's Xiao Yu? Do you want apple juice or orange juice?"

"Mom, I want orange juice, I want orange juice!" Dan Bei said in the arms of the hot spring stream.

"Aunt, I want orange juice too!" seeing that Shan Bei chose orange juice, Han Siyu also wanted to follow her to choose the same one.

Wenquan Creek first ordered shellfish, then nodded and said, "OK, I'll get it for you. By the way, where's Xiaoting?"

"Xiao Ting is playing puzzles in the room." Shan Bei replied truthfully, "he doesn't play games with us. He plays puzzles there alone."

Shan Bei's tone not only honestly explained the facts, but also meant to blame song yeting.

At this time, Aunt Li came over with a plate of golden chips, with a pile of red ketchup next to the chips.

Aunt Li put the plate on the tea table in the living room and said, "come on, two children, this can be what you like to eat!"

Shan Bei's attention was attracted again when he was strong. Then he stretched out his little hand to grab French fries and was scolded by the hot spring stream.

"Beibei, have you washed your hands?"

"I -- I'll go now." Shan Bei spit out his tongue, made a face, and then ran to the toilet in a gray way.

Han Siyu saw this and followed closely.

"Xiaoyu of our family has become Beibei's follower now. Wherever Beibei goes, he goes. Whatever Beibei eats, he also wants to eat..." Gu Jingyun looked at his son running, showing a happy and helpless smile.

At this time, the son was very much like when the husband pursued himself.

Just... Now.

She deeply loves Han junxuan and only looks forward to the day when he can look back.

Wenquan stream saw that Shan Bei had gone to wash his hands, so he went into the game room and saw song yeting sitting on the ground alone, as if playing a puzzle aimlessly.

"Xiao Ting, are you thirsty? Why don't you come out with Beibei?" Wenquan stream sat next to song yeting and asked softly.

"Aunt Xiaoxi, did my mother say when to pick me up?" song yeting asked solemnly.

Wenquan Creek touched his forehead and said, "your mother is auditioning tonight. The time is uncertain. You play here first. If you are tired, wash incense and sleep in our house, okay?"

"Then... I'll take Beibei to kindergarten with you tomorrow morning, okay?"

When song yeting heard the news, his eyes suddenly shone, so he pretended to be ignorant and asked, "where do I sleep?"

He simply knows what to ask.

Because there are no more rooms.

"Will you sleep with Beibei?" Wenquan stream guessed why song yeting was unhappy today.

Before, every time he came, although it was very high and cold, he always felt that he was happy. But today

Therefore, Wenquan Creek thinks it must be because of Han Siyu. So he threw this question to test song yeting's children.

Although song yeting is a big kid, no matter how smart he is, he can't escape the eyes of adults.

"Aunt Xiaoxi, I'm so tired. Can I sleep now?" song yeting rubbed his eyes with his hand, then pretended to be very sleepy.

The guess of Wenquan Creek was confirmed. She smiled and said, "can Xiaoting bear it first? Can you sleep after eating?"

"What about my mother? Will she and father come to pick me up?" song yeting couldn't help but ask anxiously.

"I called your mother and said you were sleepy and fell asleep at my house. Let her and your father stop picking you up! OK?" Wenquan Creek said with a smile.

"OK, thank you, aunt Xiaoxi." song yeting smiled rarely

"Don't mention it." Wenquan Creek scraped song yeting's small upturned nose, then took out his mobile phone and was about to call Tang Xiaofeng. He just heard Shan Bei yelling outside.

"Mom, I want orange juice. I want orange juice."

"OK, OK, mom will come right away!" Wenquan Creek answered and dialed Tang Xiaofeng.

"Hey, Xiaoxi, is Xiaoting disobedient?" Tang Xiaofeng asked anxiously when he saw Wenquan Creek calling.

Wenquan Creek smiled and said, "no, Xiao Ting is very good. But Xiao Ting is very tired, so he fell asleep washing incense at my house. You and brother song don't have to pick him up tonight. I'll send him to school with Beibei tomorrow morning."

"Ah? The child went to bed so early today?" Tang Xiaofeng was a little surprised. In the past, song yeting didn't go to bed very early at night, so he said, "well, I'll give it to you. I'm still waiting in line for the audition, and I haven't arrived yet. William's meeting is still open. He just sent me a message that it might be very late. That's just right. I'll give Xiaoting to you today."

"OK, no problem." when Wenquan stream said, he winked at Song yeting.

After hanging up, Wenquan Creek looked at Song yeting and asked, "Xiao Ting, shall we go out to drink orange juice and eat French fries now?"

"HMM." song yeting pretended to be clever and nodded.

When Wenquan Creek went out, Aunt Li had poured orange juice for Gu Jingyun and two children. Seeing Wenquan Creek and song yeting coming, he went to get two more cups and poured them.

Two adults and three children happily ate French fries in the living room.

Halfway through the meal, Wenquan Creek went into the kitchen to help Aunt Li work together. She can't cook, so she cuts vegetables on her own and wants to help get dinner ready.

After all, when guests come, we can't keep them waiting.

As a result, Wenquan Creek was not a working man after all. The kitchen knife cut her hand and the wound was not deep. Aunt Li hurried to find a band aid..

Shan Jiang was working in his study. Hearing the news of Wenquan Creek's injury, he rushed out, grabbed Wenquan Creek's hand and helped her absorb the blood.

"Does it hurt?" Shan Jiang asked painfully.

He never let Hot Spring Creek cook for fear that she might get hurt.

"No pain, little injury." Wenquan Creek shook his head and denied.

At this time, Aunt Li brought a band aid. Wenquan stream was about to pick it up. She was robbed by Shan Jiang and carefully pasted it on her.