After the Flash Marriage, the Character Collapsed

Chapter 1221 Father and son fight for favor 3

"Two childish guys." Qian Yiman didn't care about the two fighting, one big and one small, and left the room with long legs to prepare breakfast for them.

Mr. Tang is also like a child, always being serious with Mickey Mouse.

How old are you?

Looking at him, he seems to be enjoying it and enjoying this alternative father-son relationship. It seems that his life will be more lively in the future!

The big one and the little one in the room were still staring at each other, refusing to give in to each other.

 “Put me down quickly.”

 “Call Daddy and I’ll let you down.”

 “Hmph! White egg!”

 “You boy! Looks like I’m going to give you a good beating.”

 “How dare you! If you hit me, be careful and I will take mommy and run away.”

 “How dare you threaten your father!”

“Just threatening you?”

They stared at each other for several minutes, and little Mickey was left hanging in the air for several minutes.

In the end, the two looked at each other to no avail. Tang Yuzhe chose to give up and carried the little guy towards the toilet.

“What are you doing! Why aren’t you letting me down yet?” Little Mickey struggled with his paws. Why was he always being carried like a chicken? Next time I wear something with a big collar and see what he does.

Tang Yuzhe strode his long legs, put the little one on the sink, took a brand new children's toothbrush, and put it into his son's hand.

"brush teeth!"

Little Mickey pouted, looked at the height between the sink and the ground, and finally chose to give up and brush his teeth honestly.

Tang Yuzhe nodded with satisfaction. Isn’t this kid unable to defeat me?

The two of them, one big and one small, were brushing their teeth in synchronicity. They were both staring at the mirror, half-squinting their eyes, and even the frequency of brushing their teeth was synchronized.

 Swipe left, brush right.

 “Why are you trying to imitate me?” Little Mickey protested while spraying foam.

Tang Yuzhe curled his mouth, touched his son's head, and sprayed foam while talking. "As expected of my son, he has the same habit of brushing his teeth as I do."

Hearing this, Little Mickey started to swipe like crazy, just not to be like him.

Under Tang Yuzhe's supervision, after Little Mickey was done, he put the little guy on the ground.

Little Mickey was free and immediately ran to complain to his mother. However, when they saw the food prepared by Qian Yiman, the two of them had long forgotten about the father-son competition for favor.

Hold the egg fried rice and happily ate it. Qian Yiman, who was sitting opposite, watched the father and son eating in sync and couldn't help but laugh.

Tang Yuzhe turned around and found that Mickey was also picking out the green beans in the bowl, and there were also green beans on the edge of his plate.

 “Why are you following me again!” At this time, little Mickey also discovered it and protested angrily.

 “This is a tacit understanding between father and son.”

“You took advantage of me again.” Little Mickey pouted, turned his head unhappily, and actually stuffed the green beans into his mouth and chewed them.

Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...w According...that's so bad.

Qian Yiman couldn’t get enough of the interaction between father and son, and the smile on her lips became even bigger.

After taking good care of the two father and son, Qian Yiman irresponsibly left little Mickey to Tang Yuzhe and went to work carrying her bag. Tang Yuzhe and Little Mickey also had a falling out at home, fighting each other non-stop.

Just as he was about to go home from get off work, Qian Yiman's cell phone rang.

“Sister, are you free? Let’s have dinner together tonight.” Qi Leilei on the phone was obviously depressed and her speech was listless.

 Qian Yiman also realized that she had forgotten about her sister's meeting with Tang Feichen last night. Judging from her tone, the meeting last night might not be optimistic.

 (End of this chapter)