"Mom (Mi mī), Daddy scares me" Leng Yicheng turned (身shēn) and complained towards the summer solstice.

Xia Zhi touched his son's soft hair and smiled gently, "He's playing with you, Mom (Mi Mī) is here, if he hits you, Mom (Mi Mī) will help fight back"

Cold

"Stinky boy, when did you learn to complain"

He snorted in a majestic manner.

Leng Yicheng also snorted back.

Xia Zhi doted on his son and kissed him, and took the water cup that he had drunk in the cold and put it aside.

"You rest, stop talking"

She admonished him, and walked to the couch with her son in her arms.

took out the wool and continued to knit the scarf, and when Fu Ma came over in the morning, she had already helped her get up again.

Leng Tian saw that she was making that scarf again, and Jun's face was tense.

"Mom (Mimī), how long will it take to weave this?"

Leng Yicheng sat on the side, obediently watching her scarf not very skillful.

"Well, it should be a few days," I don't know how long the summer solstice will take.

"As far as your mother's (Mimī) craft is concerned, it may not be possible to weave it in ten days and half a month." The cold weather is a sentence.

The corners of Xia Zhi's mouth twitched, and he didn't look back, "Don't underestimate me, when I become proficient, I will naturally be fast." ”

"Well, mom (米mī) is right" Leng Yicheng nodded, turning (身shēn) and grimacing at the man he was lying on (bed chuáng).

Leng Tian narrowed his phoenix eyes and continued to tease his son, "Leng Yicheng, your mother (Mimī) is so ugly, you dare to wear it out"

"Dare," Leng Yicheng replied without thinking.

Xia Zhi is full of confidence, and the sentence "having a son" is enough.

"I want to see if you dare at that time, and you won't be afraid of other children laughing at you."

Leng Tian continued to speak venomously, just to see that the scarf was not pleasing to the eye.

"Mom (Mi mī) knitted it for me, do other children have it?"

Leng Yicheng glared back at him.

"Of course there is, other people's mothers (Mimī) weave better than your mom (Mimī)"

"You haven't seen it, how do you know"

Leng Tian raised his eyebrows, "Your mother (Mi mī) has just learned, and the craft is naturally not as good as others."

Leng Yicheng puffed up his face angrily and snorted, "Anyway, I'm a child, I'm not afraid, do you have it?"

I was blocked by my son's words, and I had nothing to say.

Leng Tian took a document and looked at it.

This kid is getting harder and harder to deceive.

Xia Zhi smiled, put his arm around his son's little shoulder, and kissed him on the little face.

She wore a scarf seriously, whispered a few words to her son from time to time, and after more than ten minutes, she glanced back at the quiet man on the (bed chuáng) and saw that he was reading the documents, and her brows furrowed.

"Didn't you stop reading the documents, why do you still read them, it's not too late to wait for a few days to rest?"

Leng Tian heard her voice, raised his eyes to look at her, and suddenly hooked the corners of his mouth, "No one accompanies me, I'm bored, I don't look at the documents to read anything"

The summer solstice is speechless.

"Aren't I with the baby?"

"I didn't see it, it was you mother and son who left me aside"

A righteous accusation in the cold weather.

She laughed, picked up her things, took her son over, and simply sat on his sick bed (chuáng) and made a scarf.

"Daddy, when will your injuries heal?"

Leng Yicheng's little hand touched his head gently.

Leng Tian glanced sideways at his son, "What are you doing?"

"If you don't leave the hospital, mom (Mi mī) won't be able to go home" Leng Yicheng pouted, his cheeks bulging, but he was naughty and naughty.

He smiled, his eyes flashed, and he teasingly pinched his son's little nose, "I want to go home"

Leng Yicheng glanced at him with small eyes.