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The weather is getting hotter and hotter. Xiaobao is nestled on the sofa. Even though the air conditioner is on, he still feels hot all over.
At such a young age, I couldn¡¯t resist it, so I would simply get up from time to time and go to the refrigerator to grab a stick of ice cream to eat.
When he took out the third one, he happened to bump into Fu Sichen, who had just taken out clothes from the laundry room and was about to dry them.
The man looked at him and said coolly without expression: "I advise you to stop in moderation. Eating too much ice will cause diarrhea."
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How could Xiaobao listen?
When he "Ò» ÐÔ", he sighed in retaliation: "Do you care!"
Fu Sichen narrowed his eyes, said nothing, and turned around to go to the backyard.
Song Qinrong was sitting on the deck chair in the backyard to rest. When she saw him coming, she chuckled and raised her eyebrows: "Xiaobao, won't you listen to me?"
"" Fu Sichen tensed his jaw and had nothing to say.
Seeing the man silently starting to hang clothes one by one, Song Qinrong gradually put away her smile and focused her eyes on the other person's busy figure, her eyes becoming gentler.
In order to take care of them these days, Fu Sichen took off his shirt and trousers that had never changed for thousands of years, and only wore daily home clothes.
The light gray diagonal striped home clothes softened the sharp aura on his body, making him look gentle and gentle.
This is a completely different Fu Sichen from usual.
But he is still a man who can make her heart beat.
Song Qinrong raised her eyes slightly and watched Fu Sichen's movements without blinking.
I saw his slender fingers picking up Xiaobao's little pajamas, patiently shaking them flat, and hanging them on the clothes drying rack. Then he picked up her pajamas from the basin, shook them out to dry, and then picked up a pair of light white underwear
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Song Qinrong¡¯s face turned red instantly: ¡°Fu, Fu Sichen!¡±
Fu Sichen looked calm: "What's wrong?"
"Imyyou" Song Qinrong rarely stuttered.
Why are her underwear here?
Fu Sichen came here every day during this period and took the initiative to do the work. Later, Lin Yu got used to it and simply handed over many housework to him.
Including washing Xiaobao and Song Qinrong¡¯s clothes.
However, Lin Yu would still wash and dry Song Qinrong's underwear personally and would not let Fu Sichen touch it.
Song Qinrong didn¡¯t pay much attention.
But today, seeing her pair of light white pants being held in a man¡¯s hands with her own eyes made her feel ashamed from the tips of her hair to her toes.
"Are you worried that I will throw this into the washing machine with other clothes?" Fu Sichen thought for a while and explained seriously, "I understand that underwear cannot be washed with outerwear. I just hand-washed this piece. of."
"Okay, stop talking!" Song Qinrong covered her face.
He had the nerve to say it but she didn¡¯t have the nerve to listen.
When Fu Sichen saw this, he shut his mouth and stopped talking.
The man turned back and continued to dry his clothes. The expression on his face was still calm, but his ears were turning red uncontrollably.
"You're talking nonsense!"
Xiaobao came to the backyard at some point, and an angry shout broke the tranquility here.
Song Qinrong looked up in shock: "What nonsense?"
Fu Sichen was shaking a pair of colorful underwear with cartoon patterns. He stopped moving when he heard this and glanced at the bulging Doudin like an angry bird.
Xiaobao was even angrier at this sight and pointed at Fu Sichen with trembling little hands: "What kind of underwear can't be washed together with outerwear? He threw all my clothes into the washing machine together!"
Song Qinrong was just about to comfort her when she heard such a sentence unexpectedly, and her face that had just calmed down turned red again.
But Fu Sichen raised his lips and looked at him with a half-smile, but his words were cold and ruthless: "That's a treatment only for girls, and you don't get it."
Xiaobao was almost angry like a pufferfish: "Why didn't I!"
"Why do you have it? Who are you? Why are you compared to a girl?" Fu Sichen asked calmly.
Every question mark is like a knife, stabbing into Xiaobao's heart mercilessly one after another.
Xiaobao exploded.
¡°Mom, this bad guy bullied me!¡± He turned around and complained to Song Qinrong.
Song Qinrong was so amused by the father and son that she wanted to laugh, but she didn't dare to laugh because Xiaobao was too wronged, so she had to hold it in, shook her head helplessly, and pulled Xiaobao over to touch her.??His head.
"Then next time, can mommy help Xiaobao wash his underwear with his hands?"
"No." Xiaobao refused without saying a word, "Mom is not in good health and needs to rest. Besides, how can a boy let a girl wash clothes?
Mom¡¯s hands are fragrant and white, so they should be used as gifts instead of doing housework. "
Hearing this, Fu Sichen curled his lips: "You are quite sensible."
Xiaobao glared at him again angrily.
The smell of gunpowder between father and son was already strong, but now that Lin Yu, who can suppress them, is no longer around, the atmosphere has become even more tense.
Song Qinrong was sandwiched between them like a sandwich biscuit, trying to appease one and persuade the other.
After a long morning, I can¡¯t help but feel tired.
It was not until lunch that the atmosphere in the villa barely calmed down.
Since Lin Yu is not here, today¡¯s lunch will naturally be the food sent by Aunt Zhao.
Song Qinrong¡¯s body has not yet fully recovered and she hasn¡¯t eaten much. Xiaobao usually has a good appetite, but for some reason this time, he stopped even after eating less than half a bowl of rice.
Looking at the remaining rice in the bowl in front of the little thing, Song Qinrong frowned and reached out to press Xiaobao's belly: "Eat so little? Did you eat too much ice cream? Is your stomach uncomfortable?"
Xiaobao quickly ducked away: "No, no, I'm just not hungry!"
¡°That¡¯s what I said, but my little hands still rubbed my belly uncomfortably.
¡°You have to tell mom if you feel uncomfortable, you know?¡± Song Qinrong warned worriedly.
Fu Sichen watched this scene quietly and did not interrupt.
It wasn¡¯t until the mother and son finished talking that they put down their chopsticks and stood up, walking up to Song Qinrong and saying, ¡°I¡¯ll take you back to your room and take a nap.¡±
Song Qinrong nodded.
Usually at this time, Xiaobao will follow him dutifully and will never let these two people have time alone.
But this time, Fu Sichen carried him into the bedroom, and Xiaobao didn't show up either.
After the others fell asleep, the man walked out of the room with very light steps. As soon as he closed the door, he heard the sound of the toilet flushing from the bathroom downstairs.
He pursed his lips, turned around and went downstairs.
Xiaobao came out of the bathroom weakly. He had completely lost the arrogant look he had shown off in the morning. He was holding his belly and walking with his back hunched over.
"You have diarrhea?" Fu Sichen's voice was as calm as ever.
Without even raising his eyelids, Xiaobao said "hmm" and slowly moved to the sofa to lie down.
The little person was curled up on the sofa, looking very pitiful.
He was holding his stomach, his fleshy little face pale.
¡°Take this.¡± Suddenly, a white pill appeared in front of me.
Xiaobao raised his head blankly and met Fu Sichen's eyes.
He asked warily: "What is this?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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