Warm and Romantic Love

Qin yuan suddenly wants to stay at home with his wife in confinement. They are not good to say anything. Not only that, because they are young couples, they are not easy to stay in front of, this is nothing, ah, gather together downstairs to chat, or play mahjong, people are enough.

Think of mahjong, Yang Xiuya a little itchy. I can't help but say:

"in law, there's nothing wrong with my family. Why don't we have a few laps?"

"Good."

She promised her mother to come down.

When I'm free, I will play a card to my mother, but I seldom play it. I didn't expect that my mother and I had the same hobby as her!

The two mothers are interested, who dare not accompany?

Qin you, who was just chased out, was caught as a strong man. He couldn't play cards with his father. As a result, in order to make up the number of people, Yi Fang didn't run away, so he counted one.

For a moment, the sound of rubbing hemp came from the first floor of the villa. It was very lively.

After the confinement day is Qin yuan accompany, Xiang warm is out of the month to think of as if in addition to eating time, he rarely see other relatives.

Although we all live under the same roof.

I don't think it's normal.

"What's the matter?"

Qin Yuanzheng changes the diaper for the baby. When he looks up, he sees Xiang Wenzheng squinting at him.

Look, it doesn't look good

He raised his eyebrows, picked up his son skillfully and put him on the cot, "what's the matter?" Qin yuan smiles and hugs xiangnuan into his arms. Xiangnuan pushes him with suspicion.

"Mr. Qin yuan, have you found that you are taking care of me?"

"Well," Qin yuan smiles and kisses his warm cheek. "I'm willing to serve my husband. My wife doesn't need to worry too much."

"Qin yuan! You won't tell me the truth yet

Xiang Nuan was really angry. "My parents are here, but they never come up except when they eat. You are the only one around me. Do you dare say it's not because of you?"

She was so angry that her face turned red. Qin yuan apologized. "I did it, wife. Don't be angry. It's enough to have such a good person at home. No matter how many people there are, you can't see me."

Qin yuan hugged her, patted her back, the tone is full of seduction.

With a little dissatisfaction.

Xiang Nuan immediately understood that Qin yuan was telling the truth.

But this guy is in his thirties. He is jealous of the baby baby. He even wants to eat his parents' vinegar?

To warm immediately cry and smile, but also do not know whether to get angry again.

"Qin yuan, aren't you really only three years old? Tintin is your son

Tintin is the nickname they gave their son.

Qin yuan smelled speech to smile, play to rely on to warm embrace in the arms, "then he is not me."

Qin yuan simply can't stand that his wife's focus is not on himself.

"Mrs. Qin, you should know that you are my wife, and we are the people who will accompany us all our lives. No matter parents or children, they all have their own lives."

"But..."

Xiang Nuan is confused by Qin yuan. "Tintin is still young."

"Well, I'll expect him to grow up soon."

Qin yuan suddenly said seriously, Xiang Nuan didn't know what to say.

This man is really jealous of his son.

She had a premonition that her future life would be very lively.

A year later.

The summer afternoon is the hottest time of the day. The leaves of the trees are curled and look listless.

However, there was no wind at all at this time. Just after coming out of the air-conditioned room, people were dizzy because of the heat.

"My God."

He mumbled to the warm and held up his hat to block some sunshine. Standing on the porch, she was already considering whether to turn back. But her legs were so wrapped up that she wanted to go back?

There are no doors.

"Ah

The young voice was unexpectedly full of air, tightly holding her mother's leg, wearing a blue cross striped T-shirt and white trousers, little Ding looked extremely excited, and his big black eyes looked at the flowers and trees outside, full of joy.

"Mom

Because his mother didn't move for half a day, he couldn't wait to pat her warm legs and urge her to go on.

Looking up to the warm sky, I really want to pretend that I don't know.

"Wow

As a result, such a hesitation, the earth shaking cry began to ring, to warm insisted for two seconds, suddenly compromise, crying loud little Ding to hold up, face up. "Cry again and go with your father!"

This is better than any temptation.

Little Dingding immediately stopped crying. He didn't have big eyes wet at all. He looked at Xiang warm with spirit and seemed to be on guard.

"Mom."

Speaking like jumping words, small Ding Ding accidentally said words, stuttering very clearly, "don't dad."

All right, all right.Xiang Nuan wants to say that your father doesn't want you either.

But with a little more than a year old baby, Xiang Nuan knows that he can't tell.

From the birth of his son, Qin yuan showed his "hostility" to his son. Although Qin yuan changed diapers and washed milk powder skillfully, he only wanted to keep his son away from warm.

To say the heart, to warm only feel weak.

Perhaps Qin yuan's hostility is too obvious, or perhaps the father and son are not born to dish, little Ding Ding has never liked Qin yuan to hold, more sticky to warm.

Especially after he can talk.

That's the beginning of the warm suffering day.

"Dad is the one who loves you the most in the world. You can't say you don't want dad."

Although I know that father and son are not correct, Xiang Nuan still teaches him very seriously. Small Ding looks at to warm serious face, seem to be shocked to live, for a long time just said. "Mom."

Yes.

It's the same as not saying it.

"Then you must be obedient."

Little Ding Ding thought for a moment, or nodded to warm, and then discussed with him, "the sun is too big, let's go to the pavilion for a while, or we'll go back to the room."

Choose one from two. Ding Ding's ideas are very clear.

"A pavilion."

The pavilion is built beside a few osmanthus trees, and there are tall Albizzia trees to shade the sun.

Xiangnuan put down the small ball, pulled out the tatami mat from the stone chair, spread the pavilion, let Ding Ding play on it.

Ding Ding walked very early. Now he is 13 months old and can walk steadily on his own.

Maybe a child who walks early learns to speak later, and he will say very little.

And a little bit cool at a young age. When I play, I don't care.

Ding Ding walked for a while, playing with the leaves picked for him on the warm road. After a while, he may be tired. He sits down next to warm and looks up at his mother. "Play."

"Good."

Xiang Nuan laughs and takes the building blocks from the toy box in the corner to him.

Looking at his son who can play hard, he feels warm that the child is still very good to take.

As long as you give him toys, it's not too noisy.

But once in a while, Tintin needed someone to play with him.

Looking at the blocks handed in front of him, he picked up the building blocks and played with his son.