Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 17 The Butcher at Midnight—Mr. Xiao Yu (t

Song Qingcheng had self-reflection on the issue of whether the child was kissing herself, but she still did not come to any conclusion after reflecting on it for more than half a year.

In the end, I can only blame myself for not being friendly enough.

Song Qingcheng told Yu Tingchuan about these troubles. After listening to her crying, Yu Tingchuan was not comforted. On the contrary, he opened the quilt while laughing, leaning on the bed, and said, “I will let you bring a child on weekdays and just play by yourself. Children don’t know how to talk with their mobile phones, but they all remember them in their eyes.”

After hearing this, Song Qingcheng raised his hand to touch the back of his neck, feeling guilty.

She remembered an incident two months ago.

There was no class that afternoon. She went home early and played with her son for a while. Seeing that Yu’s wife was going to feed the child supplementary food, she took the initiative to take the job.

The little guy was sitting on the sofa, holding his feet in one hand, maybe he was really hungry, not as frolicking as in the past, when the spoon appeared to his mouth, he immediately ate it.

Halfway through the feeding, Song Qingcheng heard the WeChat prompt.

She took the phone and looked at it.

Holding the mobile phone in the left hand, the other hand does not forget to continue feeding the child.

Rainbow kids habitually “open their mouths with rice”, but found that the spoon was off. The little guy thought it was a new game, so he immediately supported the sofa and bent over to bite the spoon. When he finished eating this spoonful of rice cereal, he found that every The woman who slept with him late at night didn’t even take the spoon back, and just looked down at what she was doing.

The little guy didn’t make trouble, and crawled over on the sofa by himself.

Staring at the rice cereal on the bowl.

Feeling able to do it, the little guy stretched out his arm, one could not hold it firmly, and the children’s bowl fell to the ground.

Song Qingcheng heard the sound and turned his head, only to see the thick rice paste on his son’s cuffs.

Because of this, the little guy ignored her until bedtime.

Of course, the son also got close to her, provided that Yu Tingchuan did not come back.

As long as Yu Tingchuan is at home, the little guy will stick to this dad, especially after learning to walk, before living in the master bedroom, every morning before six o’clock in the morning, the little guy will let Sister Yu lead her, stumbled and stepped on the steps. He knocked on the door to wake up the couple, and the little guy happily went to wake his brother up.

In this way, I am happy to be a mobile alarm clock for a little half a year.

The little guy moved into the master bedroom and stopped knocking on the door. But every morning when he woke up, he was lying in his father’s arms, playing peek-a-boo with his father under the quilt, and chuckles from time to time.

Mr. Yu didn’t have a temper when he was awakened. He held the child’s squeaky nest in his hands and lifted it up, letting the child sit on him.

After getting up, Song Qingcheng is responsible for helping the child remove the diapers.

The little guy got out of the bed. No matter the mother who made the bed, she immediately ran to the bathroom with her bare **** to look for her father. Seeing that father was shaving, he stood by the washstand, tilted his head, and looked curiously.

After Yu Tingchuan washed, he picked up his son by his feet and went to the cloakroom.

Seeing my son sitting on the floor looking down and playing with the socks in the drawer, he took them out, re-matched them, and put them back. When the father was standing in front of the full-length mirror, he was laughing while tying his shirt cufflinks, and he didn’t mean to stop him. Even proud of his son’s strong hands-on ability.

Going downstairs in the morning, the little guy is only willing to let his father hold him.

If you change to another person, the little guy will cry with his mouth tilted, and he must have his father hold him and walk the stairs again before he is willing to smile at his face.

When Song Qingcheng saw this, he would inevitably feel that Yu Tingchuan spoiled his children too much.

But thinking about it carefully, she can understand Yu Tingchuan’s mentality.

Perhaps the same is true for middle-aged men who have children.

Rainbow kids learned to run when they were 20 months old. Although they were not stable enough to run, their mobility became stronger. They could climb stairs with both hands and feet, and twist the doorknob to get out of the room by themselves.

This month is also a time for children to show their language learning ability.

By the time Song Qingcheng noticed it, Yun Bao’s kid would already play with the blocks and say “mountain cannon”. Listening to the accent of the northeast masters, she refused in her heart.

As the child grows up, he will spend less and less time in the house.

Every morning, Yu’s wife would push a stroller and take her children to the vegetable market with Aunt Gong.

For the first time, the little friend Yun Bao saw the butcher holding a meat cleaver in front of the booth, and fell in love instantly. Watching the scene of the knife rising and falling, his eyes sparkled. For this reason, Song Qingcheng bought it for him online. The toy meat cleaver was received by the courier, and the little guy turned into a midnight butcher, raising the meat cleaver and chasing everyone.

At the last moment, he stumbled and fell to the ground with a nosebleed.

When Mr. Yu returned home from get off work, he would not have to ‘educate’ Song Qingcheng about his son’s injury.

Someone remembered whether to eat or not. The next day they found that they had bought a small apron at school, so he bought one and threw it to the little tailor at home when he got home. Joice has always been ingenious, holding the apron and using needles and threads to modify it before dinner. Help your brother make a mini apron.

That night, Yu Tingchuan opened the door and entered the house, looking at the little son wearing a small floral apron holding a butcher knife. He couldn’t help holding his forehead with his hand. He didn’t know what else to say. In the end, he didn’t say anything at all.

In May, the little guy started to like to read nursery rhymes.

After Mr. Yu found out, he went to the mall to buy a morning reading machine for his son.

Little Comrade Yun Bao liked the fire rabbit that his father bought. Before going to bed every night, he had to listen to the children’s songs with his rabbit ears. After listening, he would instruct Song Qingcheng to hide the rabbit back on the bedside table.

Not long after the little guy slept in the master bedroom, there was an extra bunk in the room.

The clothes on the ground floor were spontaneously moved by Joice.

Song Qingcheng couldn’t remember the day when Joice started sleeping on the floor of the master bedroom. It might be a few days after Yunbao moved in, or it might be a month later, every night, he got used to the noise of the brothers on the floor. She didn’t think there was anything bad, after all, Joice was still young, and some taboos were not needed for the time being.

Aunt Gong found a family of four sleeping in the master bedroom and couldn’t help but smile: “My grandson is also 12 years old. I would rather sleep on the ground at night and be with my parents.”

But in Mr. Yu’s words, the children are there, after all, it will be a little inconvenient.

Song Qingcheng goodbye to William, it was the day before Children’s Day.

On Fridays, there are frequent exchanges of students on campus.

Song Qingcheng finished class, carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, carrying two books and his classmates downstairs. As soon as he walked out of the teaching building, he saw a man leaning in front of a Lamborghini sports car.

He was wearing a sky blue suit with a polka dot pocket square in front of the suit, white cropped trousers, and dark camel leather shoes. He held a bunch of buckwheat flowers in his left hand, and because he was a foreigner with deep brows and eyes, he was handsome in exchange for 100%. Return rate.

After spotting Song Qingcheng, William stood up straight and walked over, stopped in front of her, and handed her the flowers: “Now, I’m here to ask for my answer.”