Mr. Fu, the reborn, please sign for it

Chapter 66
Fu Yiheng was very likable when he was five years old. I don't know why, but he always showed a calm appearance even though he was a child.

Mo Xi brought Lu Yanran, who was only a year younger than him, and originally wanted him to bring him along, but Lu Yanran cried and said not to play with him.

Dislike him as not fun, just sit and read a book, meditating like a monk.

When Mo Xi heard his daughter describe Fu Yiheng in this way, the husband took a peek at Fu Tingshen's face before he couldn't help laughing.

"Where did you learn it?" Mo Xi laughed angrily. Who did she learn from as a four-year-old girl?
Lu Nian definitely wasn't. He was also very serious to Yan Ran and wouldn't teach her to say these things.

Compared to Fu Yiheng, Lu Yanran seems to be more attached to Ji Xuan, Ji Xuan is gentle, always has a smile on his face, and always plays with Lu Yanran.

Every time she came to Fu's house, Lu Yanran said that Fu Yiheng ignored her and would not come next time, but every time she came, she always followed behind him.

At night, Gu Yan coaxed Fu Yiheng to sleep, and as soon as he walked into the bedroom, he was hugged into a warm embrace.

Then a childish voice sounded outside the door, "Mom, are you asleep?"

Is it Yiheng?
Gu Yan patted Fu Tingshen to signal him to let go first, but a certain man didn't move and hugged him even tighter.

"Your mother is asleep." He lowered his voice, seemingly displeased.

"You lied, why didn't you sleep when mom fell asleep?" Fu Yiheng knew his little trick for a long time. Every time he came to find his mom, his dad would trick his mom into sleeping.

But in fact.Mom didn't sleep at all.

Gu Yan pushed Fu Tingshen away forcefully, pulled up his half-faded nightgown, and opened the door after tidying up.

Fu Ting was so angry that his teeth itched, he wanted to throw him out, but when he saw his wife picking him up, he couldn't help it, strode over, hugged him from Gu Yan's arms, and put him on the ground.

"You are five years old, and you still want to be hugged by your mother? Are you ashamed?"

If it wasn't because he was his son, he would definitely throw him out, sincerely?
How can anyone have something to do at night?
"I'm only five years old. Besides, Dad, don't you want your mother to hug you when you are five years old?" Fu Yiheng was not afraid of him, he turned around and hugged Gu Yan's leg, he just liked to cling to his mother.

"You think I'm you? I didn't wet my pants when I was five years old." Fu Ting looked at him with raised eyebrows, no matter how he compared him, he was his son.

"Mom, dad beat me..." Fu Yiheng suddenly wiped away his tears, and hugged Gu's legs tightly, his two small eyes were watery, as if he had been wronged by the sky.

"Okay, okay, what are you asking him to do, Yiheng has already done a good job." Gu Yan squatted down, and Fu Yiheng threw himself into her arms.

Compared with his peers, Fu Yiheng is already sitting very well.

At least Gu Yan thinks so.

Some slandered man.

"Why don't you sleep?" Gu Yan asked him softly.

It's almost eleven o'clock.

"Mommy, I want to hear the story." Fu Yiheng felt wronged, Gu Yan couldn't bear to refuse him.

Just as he was about to carry him back to his room, Fu Tingshen forcibly pulled him, and he didn't forget to tell Gu Yan that he came to tell him a story.

In fact, Fu Yiheng didn't want to listen to what his father said, but he couldn't show his weakness in front of him.

He lay obediently on the bed, and Fu Tingshen sat by the bed, holding a fairy tale book, read it for a while, frowned, frowned again.

"You are a big man, what kind of fairy tales do you listen to?" Fu Tingshen was very disgusted. As his son, he still needs to listen to fairy tales to sleep?

"If Dad doesn't want to talk about it, I'll go to Mom and tell me about it." He said, and he was about to get up.

Fu Tingshen's eyelids bulged, and he yelled at him, "Lie down for me!"

Find his wife again.

　From the beginning, no one read it. Now it has been collected more than 500 times, and the comment area is not deserted anymore. I am very happy and want to reply to all of them, but I can’t. Hey, I am the author, I want to be cold, um, cold .

　　
　
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