Quan Shao seduces love, spoils his wife

Xin Yi hung up the phone and threw the phone on the bed, continued to stare at the closet, thinking again, where did she put her clothes?

I couldn't find it, so I went out and stood upstairs and asked loudly:

"Tang Jinteng, where did you put my change of clothes?"

"Wait a minute, I'll get it for you."

Tang Jinteng went upstairs with his daughter in his arms, putting the clothes with him.It was put together several days ago, but she didn't know it until she took it.

"The clothes you wear at home, clean ones are here, the ones you wear when you go out are put here, the sportswear is over there, and the underwear and panties are here, remember, don't find it next time and rummage around, eh ?” Tang Jinteng easily carried his daughter around with one hand, and pointed at his wife with the other.

Sorting into categories, tidying up particularly neatly, this man's typical obsessive-compulsive disorder, the room must be dirty but not messy.

Xin Yi often threw away the clothes and towels a second ago, and then went back to get them later, but couldn't find them, which made her aunt always feel like she was throwing things away.

As for this matter, Tang Jinteng also had something to say, he felt that this woman was still immature, and she kept throwing things around all the time. She was told where to put the same kind of things many times, but she just didn't listen and kept throwing them around.He couldn't see her throwing it around, so of course he had to take it away. Could it be that it's still in the exhibition?

Tang Jinteng spoke seriously, Xin Yi reluctantly nodded.

I feel that this person is very serious about telling her about it every time, but when she needs to get something, she will change the place again, so she will just pass his seriousness to him, and call him if she can't find anything.

When Tang Jinteng waited for Xin Yi to come out of the bathroom, he knew that she couldn't find the towels to dry her hair. Every day, the towels had to be washed before taking them into the bathroom. But today, she just came back from the outside, and the towels she needed were still on the balcony on the second floor hanging on.

When Xin Yi entered the bathroom, Tang Jinteng held his daughter and brought in the towels, bath towels and their clothes. The servants in the new building were only responsible for the gardening, maintenance, and cleaning of the new building. As for the host's clothes, unless there are special clothes that need to be handled separately, there is no need to leave them at other times.

There are only two servants working here, one in the kitchen and the other in charge of cleaning.

Regardless of the large number of people in the family during this time, when the little baby grows up a bit, the nutritionist and the two nurses will be dismissed, and there will be fewer people in the new building, and Xin Yi will have to do everything by himself.

Tang Jinteng came in with the towels that had been warmed by the sun, put his daughter on her small bed, folded the clothes and put them in the cupboard, and put the incense and so on.

Xin Yi has a sensitive nose, so if there is a smell on the clothes, there is basically no need to wear them.

"Tang Jinteng, where did you put the towel?" Xin Yi really called out from inside.

Tang Jinteng knocked on the door with a towel, and Xin Yi hurriedly said, "Don't come in, you stand there and I'll get it, I haven't got any clothes on yet."

Tang Jinteng stood at the door according to his words, and soon the door opened a crack, revealing Xin Yi's little face reddened by the heat, stretched out his wet hand, put a towel on it, and closed the door again.

"Thank you, Mr. Tang." Xin Yi muffled inside.

Tang Jinteng adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner to tease his daughter, when Xin Yi came out, Tang Jinteng turned sideways and said:

"come over."

Xin Yi walked towards Tang Jinteng with her head in the water, Tang Jinteng kicked the candy-colored plastic stool next to her feet, Xin Yi sat down directly, Tang Jinteng wiped her hair with a towel, everything was so natural, there was no sense of disobedience.

Tang Jinteng said in a low voice, "Cut your hair on the weekend, it's too hot."

"Oh, okay." Xin Yi didn't care, it didn't matter whether it was long or short.

After the hair was almost dry, I only blow it with a hair dryer. Xin Yi pushed Tang Jinteng and said, "Isn't it okay to blow it with cold wind? It's so hot."

"The cold wind caused a headache, how can you blow it with cold wind when you are steaming hot?" Tang Jinteng said in a low voice.

Xin Yi lay on Tang Jinteng's lap, stretching out her hands to tease her daughter.

The small bed is a bit high, and Xin Yi can't reach the little milk balls when she lies down. No, she was rude, and stretched out her hand and dragged her daughter's clothes towards her. She didn't know where to pull her. Looking at her daughter, her agate-like eyeballs met each other, Xin Yi smiled at her daughter, the baby didn't show face, wrinkled her chubby face, and burst into tears with a "wow".

Tang Jinteng flicked his finger on the back of Xin Yi's head in the next moment, and Xin Yi turned around with a cry of pain, staring at Tang Jinteng.

"Why are you?"

"Do you take Seventeen as a doll?"

Still procrastinating? !

The child has life, and she also knows the pain, little beast, is this what mothers do?

Xin Yi gritted her teeth, "I just want to see her."

Tang Jinteng patted his daughter's back lightly with one hand, and the little milk baby gradually stopped crying, rolled over, and stayed away from her mother, feeling that her mother was not a good person.

Let’s roll the little milk dumpling, it won’t move when it’s lying on its stomach, it’s lying on the bed, humming, it’s probably straining, it’s not moving at all, it’s not moving, it’s biting the quilt with its mouth open, feeling depressed Humph, no matter how much her mother teases her, she is not a bird.

Xin Yi felt depressed, she was only away for two days, this little guy was taught badly by her father, it seems that she has to take her daughter with her when she goes out in the future, lest her father provoke their mother-daughter relationship.

Tang Jinteng blew Xin Yi's hair and smoothed it gently. Such fine hair was not cut during the confinement period. Isn't it a pity to cut it now?

"Mr. Tang, are you alright?" Xin Yi's head was sweating, and her back was wet again. Well, this bath was wasted.

"Hurry up, don't worry." Tang Jinteng said calmly.

Xin Yi rolled her eyes, yes, he didn't need to be in a hurry, but she was in a hurry.

After blowing her hair, Tang Jinteng stroked Xin Yi's long hair and said in a low voice:

"Would you like to braid your hair?"

Tang Jinteng saw her tidying up her hair casually at noon, and thought it looked good. He had never seen her braiding her hair before, but it was the first time he saw her and thought it was fresh.

"Ah."

Xin Yi reached for her hair with his backhand, Tang Jinteng pulled her hand away, and held her shiny black hair loosely, a little fondly, he whispered:

"Bao, why don't we cut it?"

It won't be too hot if you braid it and don't wrap it around your neck. Tang Jinteng is imitating Xin Yi's hand gestures and combing her hair, asking, "Is this right? Repeated twisting will do it."

"En." Xin Yi lay on Tang Jinteng's lap, with her head raised and her hands hanging down.

Tang Jinteng made it very carefully, and started it once, and then let go of it, and said in a low voice:

"Bao, how about we make up two?"

"Village braids?" Xin Yi muttered.

"Is this the name of the two?" Tang Jinteng frowned slightly, what a playful braid, why did he have such a rustic name?

"I'm talking nonsense." Xin Yi hummed, "Give me the phone."