The reborn male god is busy with his wife

Chapter 750 Willing to Share (2)
Lin Yixia said: "Then next time brother Qianqian comes, I will take the initiative to reconcile with brother Qianqian, okay?"

Little nodded and said, "Okay!"

Lin Yixia patted his head, raised the corners of his lips, and curved his eyebrows and eyes when he smiled.

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When Jiang Hen came back, Lin Yixia told Jiang Hen what happened in the afternoon.

Lin Yixia said happily: "I really didn't expect that such a precious little aloe was actually for the two of us to see."

Jiang Hen raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Lin Yixia instructed: "After a while, you must remember to praise the little aloe."

Jiang Hen asked: "Where is Diandian?"

Lin Yixia said: "On the balcony, I kept looking at the little aloe, saying that I was afraid that the little aloe would be bitten by insects."

Jiang Hen walked to the balcony, squatted down and clapped his hands towards Diandian. Diandian was very happy to see his father came back, and plunged into Jiang Hen's arms.

Jiang Hen smiled and said: "The little aloes have grown so big!"

Diandian stretched out her two little hands while talking, "I changed the little aloe to a big flower pot, it will grow bigger, it's so big!"

Jiang Hen looked at the little aloe that had been moved into the 'new flower pot', and couldn't help laughing a little. Using a mineral water bottle as a flower pot, only his Xia Xia had this idea and creativity.

At this time, Lin Yixia came over, and she said: "Dian Dian, the poems that Mom taught you this afternoon, do you want to recite the poems for Dad?"

Little blushed.

He is a little shy.

The smile on Jiang Hen's face deepened, and he said, "Then recite it to Dad!"

Listen to it a little bit. Dad wanted to hear it, so he didn't care about being shy anymore. He blushed and said, "The name of the poem is "Song of the Willow". It was written by a poet a long time ago, and his name is He Zhizhang."

Jiang Hen waited unexpectedly patiently.

Lin Yixia smiled and looked at Dian Dian encouragingly.

"The jasper is as tall as a tree, and thousands of green silk ribbons are hanging down. I don't know who cuts the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors..." The voice of Diandian is crisp and tender, but every word can be read very clearly, He straightened his back and explained loudly: "My mother said that the poet liked spring very much. He compared the spring breeze to a pair of scissors and praised it for cutting out spring. My mother also said that ancient people were very smart. It can be said for a long time, and the ancient people were very willing to share and leave good poems to future generations, so we must not disappoint the ancient people, we must understand the meaning of the poems, and learn to share..."

Jiang Hen was quite surprised.

Although he knew that his son was smart, no matter how smart he was, Dian Dian was only a child less than three years old. It was really not easy for him to recite poems and give such a long series of explanations.

Jiang Hen looked at his Xia Xia, the corners of his mouth became wider and wider, and he was sure again in his heart that his Xia Xia was not only a good wife, but also a good mother.

Lin Yixia received Jiang Hen's eyes of approval and love. Although he barely kept calm on his face, in fact, there was already a small person in his heart who was jumping for joy and cheering.

There is no way, she is so powerful, and the son she gave birth to is just so powerful!
Diandian took a breath, and whispered again: "Brother Qianqian will come to play next time, I will share my little aloe with him, and I will take the little aloe with him to bask in the sun."

Lin Yixia laughed, holding Diandian's forehead, and kissed her vigorously.

It took her half a day to teach Diandian how to share, and the time was really wasted!Diandian finally understood the true meaning of sharing!

(End of this chapter)