Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 7 Mr. Xiao Yu who was smoked by his father

Mr. Yu learned to walk earlier than his parents thought.

From the door of the room to his mother’s arms, every step he took was unstable. In the eyes of the adults, it was inevitable to look thrilling. However, the little guy did not fall, and reached the destination of his own choice safely.

This morning, the birds outside the window crowed softly.

The little friend Yun Bao was raised by his father, Mr. Yu smiled, his tone full of pride: “Good boy, look at your mother.”

It’s rare to see Yu Tingchuan’s appearance at such moments.

Song Qingcheng could feel that he was really happy, after witnessing his son could walk.

As for herself, she was indeed frightened.

The little guy was wearing cotton short-sleeved shorts for sleeping. Sister Yu was not by her side. She apparently ran over by herself. Song Qingcheng went to the baby’s room to take a look. Sure enough, she found a diaper on the crib, and the crib had a fence. , But not too high. Sister Yu took care of the child last night, and there was a chair on the side of the bed.

Song Qingcheng guessed that the child stood up on the fence by himself, then turned over the crib and got down by the chair.

As for whether it climbed down or fell down, it is unclear.

Thinking of the possibility of the child falling, she had a lingering fear.

Returning to the master bedroom, Song Qingcheng carefully checked the child’s body. The little guy’s skin was white and tender without any bruises, and his jet-black eyes were bony, showing no signs of crying after falling pain.

It is obviously a restless temperament to play and disappear and turn the bed around.

Because of this, Yu Tingchuan returned home that evening, personally moved the elevators and tools, and installed surveillance cameras in the baby’s room, the corridor on the second floor, and the porch at the door of the house.

Song Qingcheng wants to attend a class dinner and won’t come back for dinner.

Joice was also taken over.

Therefore, only father and son are left at home.

The surveillance camera was bought by Xu Dong when he went to the mall after get off work and sent it to Park No. 8 on Yunxi Road. After he put down his things, the boss sent him away without letting him be responsible for the installation work.

In the villa, Xu Dong saw his little son who was eyeballed by the boss.

The child was sitting on the baby chair with his saliva pocket, and the fleshy little hand squeezed a cartoon spoon.

Later, Xu Dong saw the boss come out of the kitchen and put the children’s bowl on the dinner plate in front of the baby chair. The bowl was filled with half an apple, which was heated and boiled.

Without the parent’s advice, the little guy took the spoon and scooped it into the bowl.

When Xu Dong left, he changed his shoes and saw that the boss had already taken the children’s spoon and scraped some apple puree while feeding the child. The little guy’s body moved forward slightly, holding the dinner plate with his two small hands, and his small mouth moved and moved. After swallowing the spoonful of apple puree, he opened his mouth again and continued to eat.

“Dad is here to be your nanny?”

Yu Tingchuan asked with a smile, and continued to feed his son.

The little guy is very good at winking, and the ability to slap the horse and beard smoothly, even if he can’t understand what father said, he immediately yelled in favor: “ba-ba!”

At the entrance, Xu Dong was also amused by the child’s flattering expression.

When Yu Tingchuan installed the camera, he asked her son to continue to sit in the baby chair. Aunt Yu finished taking the clothes upstairs and carrying the child’s urinal to clean it. Just after walking around the corner of the stairs, she saw the tall man in the hallway, sir. Rolling up the shirt sleeves, with a cigarette in his mouth, holding the camera stand with his left hand, and using the opener to install the camera stand to the corner of the wall with his right hand.

Sister Yu went downstairs and asked her husband if she wanted to help.

Yu Tingchuan had already pretended to be almost the same, so she didn’t let Yu’s wife handle it again and fixed the camera. He took the cigarette away from his mouth, turned his head and saw his son at the door of the living room.

The little guy is grabbing the apple peel with his bare hands and stuffing it into his mouth.

“What are you stealing?” The father deliberately bluffed him.

The child was stunned, recognizing his father, grinning, showing a few white teeth, and then shouting’ba-ba’ and’ba-ba’ slurred, and patted the meal with his left hand wearing a red string. Pan, the little face is covered with apple paste.

Yu Tingchuan did not continue to install the camera, took a clean towel and wiped his son’s mouth, and saw the sunset outside through the window, so he simply took the child out for a walk.

When the son saw his father spit out a smoke ring, he opened his eyes curiously, and then reached out to catch it. If he couldn’t grasp it, he turned his head to look at his father, saying something that the adult didn’t understand.

Yu Tingchuan smiled, holding his son in his left hand wearing a steel watch, and holding a cigarette in his other hand.

Seeing Dad vomiting a ‘circle’ again, Rainbow Kid immediately rushed over and touched Dad’s mouth with his little hand. The little guy was clever, and soon found the cigarette and leaned out more than half of his body to **** it.

For a while, the father and son quarreled on the lawn.

Song Qingcheng and Joice returned home at nine o’clock in the evening.

Let Joice take a bath first, while Song Qingcheng took the car key back to the master bedroom and opened the door. She saw Yu Tingchuan who was leaning on the bedside and watching TV. As for her son, he was already asleep next to his father.

The weather in September is not cool.

Song Qingcheng quickly took a cold shower, changed her home clothes, and came out. She sat by the bed and watched the child. She was sure that the child was fine. She looked up at her husband: “Tomorrow I have to go to school and I will be responsible for picking up freshmen.”

“It’s your sophomore job to pick up freshmen?”

Yu Tingchuan asked her.

Song Qingcheng gave a long hmm, and then explained: “Originally juniors were in charge, but you know, many old students from other places have not come here today, so there is not enough manpower. The above said that they want to have a few students in each class. The old student from Nancheng came to help.”

Hearing this, Mr. Yu said with a smile: “Put you in the position of an organization committee member, your class teacher also has a vision.”

Song Qingcheng: “…”

In any case, her work is supported by her family.

Before going to bed, Yu Tingchuan mentioned the child’s first birthday party.

Song Qingcheng doesn’t like high-profile publicity, but this time, she is not the one who has the final say, including Yu Tingchuan is not the person in charge. In late August, they took their children back to the old house, and Yu Linjiang directly wanted to take the’right to host’ the grandson’s birthday party. , Song Qingcheng still remembers Yu Linjiang’s attitude at the time——

‘I’m just notifying you couple, not discussing with you. ’

Song Qingcheng felt a little dissatisfied with this.

Yu Tingchuan did not agree with her thoughts on this matter: “There is nothing wrong with doing a long-term focus. Let the child see the world more often, and take him out in the future, so as not to be too afraid of life.”

The head of the family said so. As a good wife and mother, Song Qingcheng certainly had no objection.

So this evening, let’s talk about the birthday banquet. She leaned on Yu Tingchuan’s shoulder: “The child was born at 2:13 on September 6th. Last time, my aunt told me that according to our Jiangnan custom, when the child reaches his first birthday, It’s best to get a bodhisattva at home.”

But Yu Tingchuan asked her slowly: “The child was not born at 1:20 in the morning?”

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See you tomorrow night