People Are in the Four and Nine Cities, and Cheng Jianjun is Crying at the Beginning

That is to say, Han Chunming is holding her precious grandson.

She has scruples.

If it was something else, she was afraid that a tiger would pounce on it and grab it.

Han Chunming was on guard against her actions.

The body lightly turned to one side, and it was already dodged.

At the same time, the five fingers of the right hand close together in a bucket shape, and tap lightly on the baby's back.

The old woman didn't catch it all at once.

I was even more anxious.

He waved at the curly-haired men and shouted sharply, "Get my grandson back!"

When he said this, her wife had the quickest response.

Posing to surround Han Chunming.

And the curly-haired man and his wife were in a hurry now.

Cooperate together to bully forward.

Obviously, this is also the beginning of distrust of Han Chunming.

After all, the movements of Han Chunming's hands were too strange.

Where is it like seeing a doctor.

This is clearly tossing children.

Seeing that the four people had already surrounded Han Chunming, the old woman couldn't care about it anymore, she opened her big hand and grabbed it from Han Chunming's hand.

However, it was at this time.

Strange things happened suddenly.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The baby who was struggling and crying bitterly in Han Chunming's hands seemed to have his throat suddenly blocked.

The crying stopped abruptly.

At first, the curly-haired men thought it was the child who was tossed by Han Chunming so much.

However, the next moment, when they were holding their hearts, they looked at the child in Han Chunming's hands.

But it was directly circled.

I saw the child lying quietly on Han Chunming's arm, his head slightly raised.

A pair of big, clear eyes with teardrops still in them were looking around curiously.

Xu is because seeing so many people looking at him, the corner of the baby's mouth squeezed, revealing an angelic smile.

This is what it looks like.

Where is it like an accident happened.

The family of curly-haired men looked stunned.

Stay and happy.

The old woman who was still vicious a few seconds ago murmured in surprise: "No... I didn't cry anymore! This is good... okay?"

Everything happened so suddenly that she felt a little like a dream and couldn't believe it.

Not just her, but everyone else too.

Even the junk on one side is no exception.

Looking at the crowd in front of him, Han Chunming patted the baby on the back while showing it to everyone.

"The child is crying because of colic."

"This is actually quite a common disease!"

"This movement of my left hand is called an airplane hug."

"Look, the action of holding the child doesn't look like an airplane."

Han Chunming showed it to everyone.

Seeing that everyone looked alike, they couldn't help but nodded.

Seeing this, Han Chunming said again: "The plane hug is an effective gesture to relieve the baby's colic, and it is supplemented by a back pat..."

"Of course, if you want to completely eradicate colic, you should be careful not to let the baby swallow too much politeness when feeding..."

"Besides that, you can take your baby out in the sun."

"Only in this way, if all parties work together, is the cure."

"This... don't you need to take medicine?"

After listening to Han Chunming's words, the curly-haired man saw that Han Chunming had said a lot, but he didn't mention taking the medicine, so he couldn't help asking.

"No!" Han Chunming affirmed.

After that, he handed the baby back to his mother.

He motioned her to try her own move just now.

The woman took it.

The baby in his arms immediately burst into tears.

Seeing this, she was busy drawing a gourd and learned the plane hugging action that Han Chunming said just now.

She held her child all day, and the movements of her hands were very familiar.

Immediately follow Han Chunming's posture and hug the baby.

Then pat gently.

Under the eyes of everyone's concern.

The miraculous scene happened again.

The baby who was still crying just now calmed down instantly.

Seeing this scene, the curly-haired man's family did not have any doubts.

cheered up.

Excitedly, they ran to Han Chunming and bowed to thank them.

After doing all this, the curly-haired man remembered something, and he told Han Chunming to wait and run back to the house.

After a while, he came out again.

There was an extra item wrapped in newspaper in his hand.

Walking to Han Chunming, he solemnly tore apart the newspaper outside the object.

The objects inside appeared slowly.

His eyes locked on the object tightly.

Even if it is well prepared.

At this moment, Han Chunming couldn't help but stare straight.

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Not only Han Chunming.

Even the shabby Hou behind him quietly stood on tiptoe and stared straight at the objects in the newspaper.

In the look, there is both envy and deep regret.

At this time, the rotten Hou can't wait to throw a slap in his ear.

I regret why I was so careless today, and let this kid Han Chunming follow him.

Followed all the way, without knowing it.

After this was followed, he still said that kind of provocative words.

Right now, Han Chunming has miraculously cured the baby's problems.

The family took out this object.

Without thinking about it, you can expect this item, it will be a logical deal - the deal.

Of course, at such a time, he can go up and mix it up.

Inform the curly-haired family of the value of this treasure.

Let Han Chunming not get this item.

But he didn't bother to do such detrimental things at all.

At the moment, there is only the envy of the eyes.

After all, this is the thing in front of you.

That's a real treasure.

The baby is here, not even the collection of his tattered Hou family can compare with it!

In front of the curly-haired man, even though he tried his best to control it, Han Chunming's breathing was inevitably a little short.

After all, the impact of this object is too strong.

Han Chunming never dreamed of it.

This is actually a baby of this level!

In my heart, it was full of gratitude to the shabby Hou.

Thank him!