doctor girl

Chapter 802 Practice being a father!

Just as Bei'er opened his mouth, when his tongue touched the porridge, he suddenly turned his head away.

A chubby hand also forcefully pushed the spoon in Hao Ren's hand away.

Mo Zixuan quickly grabbed the spoon in his hand, and the spoon in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"You brat, didn't you hear what I said to you just now? Didn't I tell you to give me face? Why didn't you listen? If you are like these two brats, I will I won't feed you anymore, I'll make you hungry." Mo Zixuan yelled at Bei'er angrily.

At this time, Zhang Ting just chased Tiao Tiao to this place and stopped.

Zhang Ting touched the bowl in his hand, and the expression on Qiao's face changed.

"Mo Zixuan, are you a fool, this porridge is so hot, if I feed it into your mouth, I'll see if you can eat it."

Mo Zixuan was startled, touched the porridge bowl, and a flush of embarrassment appeared on his handsome face.

"I've told both of you that I don't know how to feed the child, and you and my wife are trying to force me to feed him." Mo Zixuan stared at Zhang Ting with displeased eyes.

Zhang Ting squinted at him, cast a contemptuous look towards him, then snatched the spoon in his hand, and said to him, "Look at it, I'll just teach you once."

Finish saying this.

Zhang Ting filled a spoonful of meat porridge, put it in his mouth and blew it for a while, until he was sure that the meat porridge was not hot, Zhang Ting stuffed the spoonful of meat porridge into Bei'er's mouth.

The little guy ate with relish, and while eating, he also glanced at Mo Zixuan who was holding him.

"That's it. If you follow what I did just now, it will be fine. Bei'er will leave it to you."

After explaining, Zhang Ting turned around and chased Tiao Tiao, who was running and jumping in the hall, and chased after him.

After half an hour, the situation in the dining room finally improved.

Jumping around in the dining room was finally tired, and by the way, he was fed by his mother.

"Is there any more, let me feed this child another bowl." Mo Zixuan, who was in a hurry to feed just now, after half an hour of training, the more he feeds, the easier it is to feed him, and he seems to be addicted to it. .

Zhang Ting stopped him, "Don't feed him any more, he is still a child, how can he be like an adult, he wants to eat a few bowls, he only needs this bowl."

Mo Zixuan immediately cast a dissatisfied look at Zhang Ting.

"Just now I said no, but you want me to feed him, and now I'm addicted to it, and you don't let me feed him, what do you mean?" Mo Zixuan asked, staring at the couple.

Zhang Ting shook his head amusedly, "It's not that I won't let you feed it, it's that Bei'er is full, if you feed him again, his stomach will be burst by you."

When Mo Zixuan heard this, he lowered his head and glanced at the quiet little guy in his arms.

Strange to say.Usually he doesn't like to hold children very much, but now, he finds that it feels good to hold this little guy in his arms.

"Okay then, don't let him eat if you don't let him eat." Mo Zixuan compromised.

Zhang Ting pursed his lips and smiled.

Glancing at Bei'er who was sitting quietly on his lap, he was surprised.

"Do you find it strange that Bei'er seems to be quite quiet today, she didn't even cry during dinner." Zhang Ting looked at Hao Ren.

Hao Ren immediately looked towards Bei'er.A hint of surprise also flashed in the deep eyes.

Everyone in this family knew that among the three little guys, Bei'er was the worst to take care of.

Usually when the little guy eats, it is more like a war.

Bei'er ate while crying.

But today, after the little guy finished eating the bowl of porridge, he didn't cry at all.

Seeing the surprise in the eyes of the couple, Mo Zixuan straightened his chest, "Isn't that simple? It must be because of my contribution, which means I feed well."

Zhang Ting and Hao Ren looked at Mo Zixuan with a hint of admiration.

I don't know how this guy managed to let Bei'er finish eating so obediently.

The three little guys were full, so Zhang Ting called a few servants to carry the three little guys to Lord Hong and his wife, and let the three little guys go make trouble with Lord Hong and his wife.

The three little guys were hugged away, and the place where Zhang Ting and the others were talking was moved to the hall.

As early as when they came over, Steward Hong had already arranged for his servants to set up tea there.

"How about it, you should thank me, you should thank me for giving you a try of something my father would do." Taking a sip of tea, Zhang Ting looked at Mo Zixuan sitting not far away with a smile.

Mo Zixuan snorted and pouted his mouth triumphantly. At this moment, if he had a tail, he would probably have already poked his tail up.

"I don't need you to give it to me, my son. If I want to be a father, I can do it at any time. In this capital, I don't know how many women are willing to be the mother of my Mo Zixuan's child."

Hearing this, Zhang Ting curled his lower lip and cast a contemptuous look at him, "Just brag to me, if you can really be a father at any time, then why haven't you married and had children yet?"

Mo Zixuan stretched his neck, and said to Zhang Ting, "How do you know that I don't want to marry a wife and have children, I, I almost got married."

Speaking of this incident, Mo Zixuan's morale dropped a lot.

Just when Zhang Ting was concerned and wanted to ask, the guy suddenly changed the subject.

"Okay, don't mention this matter, let's talk about the business, tell me the reason why you two sent me a letter yesterday, what is it?" Mo Zixuan looked at Zhang Ting and Hao Ren and asked.

Hao Ren replied, "I remember last time you said that you knew the owner of Yongxing Auction House very well. Is that true?"

Mo Zixuan looked at Hao Ren and nodded lightly, "That's true, what's the matter, do you want to sell the paintings? Did Zhang Ting draw them yourself? If so, you don't need to get the paintings. The place is gone, just sell it to me."

Zhang Ting smiled and said to him, "You're thinking beautifully. To tell you the truth, I won't help anyone draw anymore. I've decided. I'm going to close my pen temporarily."

Thinking of the hustle and bustle these days, Zhang Ting felt goosebumps all over his body.

"What, you want to seal the pen, how can you do that? I don't agree." Mo Zixuan immediately raised his hands and feet to reject Zhang Ting's seal of the pen.

Zhang Ting looked at him with a smile and said, "Why are you not allowed, you are not my parents."

Mo Zixuan made Zhang Ting ask this question but couldn't refute it in one sentence, and sweat came out on both sides of his forehead in a hurry.

Mo Zixuan, who had been thinking about it several times, finally let him think of a reason at the last moment.

(End of this chapter)