The reborn male god is busy with his wife

Chapter 908 Can You Still Play Well Together (3)
In fact, Diandian didn't want to wash his hands, he just wanted to follow his mother and see her more.

His mother is not at home these days, he really misses his mother too much.

At the dinner table, Diandian also sat next to Lin Yixia to eat. Lin Yixia picked up a green bean for Diandian, and Diandian also knew how to reciprocate. She used her small spoon to scoop up a spoonful of soup and put it into Lin Yixia's bowl.

Lin Yixia looked at the soup that was quickly submerged in the rice, and said with a smile: "Thank you for a little bit."

Dian Dian said solemnly: "Mom, you're welcome!"

Grandma Jiang who watched this scene laughed, and she said: "You don't know, Diandian woke up at five o'clock this morning. When I heard the movement in the living room, I thought the house had recruited mice!"

Lin Yixia didn't expect Diandian to get up so early, she asked, "Why do you get up so early?"

Diandian mixed the rice in the mixing bowl with a spoon, and said with some embarrassment: "I can't sleep."

Lin Yixia asked: "Why can't I fall asleep?"

Grandma Jiang said: "What else is there? Of course, I know that you are coming back today. I am so happy that I can't sleep. Besides, he has been standing on the balcony and looking out for five or six hours. No matter how I call him Not going back to the house."

Lin Yixia suddenly realized that it was no wonder that before she opened the door, the door had been opened by Diandian from the inside. At that time, she wondered how Diandian knew that she and Jiang Hen would come back at that time. It turned out that Diandian had been standing on the balcony waiting for them. Thinking of this , Lin Yixia couldn't help having a sore nose.

Jiang Hen obviously didn't expect this either. He looked at Dian Dian, who looked like himself and Lin Yixia, and felt soft in his heart. He couldn't help reaching out and stroking Dian Dian's soft hair.

Dian Dian, who had lowered her head and was trying to pick up the rice in the bowl, was taken aback for a moment, raised her brown-green eyes to look at Jiang Hen, then Dian Dian scooped up a spoonful of soup with her own small spoon and put it into Jiang Hen's bowl inside.

Seeing Dian Dian looking at him expectantly, Jiang Hen picked up his chopsticks and ate a mouthful of the rice soaked in the soup scooped up by the little spoon he ordered. Then he nodded and said, "It tastes good."

Diandian thought it was all due to the soup she scooped up, so she rolled her eyes with a smile.

Children are very sensitive, but it is actually very simple!
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Because the filming has been very hard these past few days, and after several hours of driving and flying, Lin Yixia felt a little sleepy after eating. She went to the bathroom to take a shower first, and planned to take a nap after taking a shower. Sleep.

Just when he entered the bedroom and was about to take off his clothes, Diand came in. He took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, saying, "I sleep with my mother."

Lin Yixia thought that Diandian had been at home all day without breaking a sweat, so he acquiesced to climb into his bed.

Although Diandian is young, he likes to be clean. Every time Qianqian comes to play, his body is sweaty and dusty, but Diandian is clean from top to bottom.

Lin Yixia was really sleepy, and after talking with Diandian for a while, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Diandian looked at her mother's sleeping face, and was sensible enough not to disturb her mother.

Diandian also closed her eyes to sleep, but she didn’t know whether it was because she was too excited or for some other reason. After closing her eyes for a long time, she didn’t fall asleep. I was about to wear my own slippers to go to the bathroom, but when I saw my mother's red and blue slippers next to my shoes, I put my feet into my mother's slippers in a strange way.

Lin Yixia's slippers were too big for a three-year-old child, and Lin Yixia's slippers were dragging on Diandian's feet, and she walked forward bit by bit, pattering.

(End of this chapter)