"Can't you?" Xiaocheng asked nervously.
"Yes." Fu Jingyu had nothing to say.
Xiaocheng was next to him, talking to himself with Candy, but Candy ignored him at all.
After a while, Fu Jing met, and asked, "Where's Xiaochi?"
"He fell asleep."
"Sleep again?" Fu Jingyu found that Xiaochi could really sleep well.
From the moment he was born to now, unless he has something to do with him, let him play by himself for a while, and he can fall asleep while playing.
After watching his sister, Fu Jingyu came out of the room with Xiaocheng in his arms.
Go to Koike.
Xiaochi was lying on the bed, fast asleep, and his mouth was still cute.
Fu Jingyu put Xiaocheng down and said, "Go to sleep."
"Dad, won't you sleep with me?"
"I'm going to see candy, and I want to accompany your mother. I'll come back to accompany you when I have time."
"Oh." Xiaocheng looked at Fu Jingyu with disappointment.
During Ye Fanxing's pregnancy, Fu Jingyu coaxed him to sleep.
He was somewhat used to it.
Fu Jingyu looked at him with a disappointed look on his face, and said, "You are an older child now. You are a big brother. You should learn to sleep by yourself."
"But I'm still young, I'm a three-year-old."
"..." What's with this extremely proud tone
Even a child can't be so shameless, okay
Fu Jingyu looked at him, "Then are you going to sleep or not?"
He is the second child in the family. Besides Yang Yang, the biggest one is him. He always has to learn to look like a big brother. Don't act like a baby every day.
"Sleep." Xiaocheng was both afraid and afraid of Fu Jingyu.
He climbed into the quilt, Fu Jingyu covered him, and was about to leave when Xiaocheng grabbed his hand again.
"What's the matter with you?" The nickname he married was called Little Trouble, and it was true that he was married, and he was the most troublesome in the whole family.
Xiaocheng Road: "Dad has worked hard."
"..." Fu Jingyu's heart was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect his son... to say such things to him.
He is only three years old!
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Ye Fanxing slept, and when he woke up, he saw Fu Jingyu holding his hands, leaning against the pillow, and looking in her direction, but he didn't know where his eyes were looking or what he was thinking.
She reached out and touched his face, "What are you thinking?"
"..." Fu Jingyu grabbed her hand and said, "I just went to coax Xiaocheng to sleep, but he actually told me it was hard work."
Fu Jingyu always felt that Xiaocheng didn't like him very much. As a father, he was always strict and had high requirements for his sons. He wanted them to be independent, and he didn't like them always pestering Ye Fanxing.
Unexpectedly, the son's mischievous appearance hides such a gentle heart.
He was really warmed up.
Sure enough, the children were very warm like Ye Fanxing.
Ye Fanxing smiled and said, "He has always been very sensible, but he is usually childish."
Of course, he was originally a child, and it was normal to be coquettish and trick-or-treating.
Fu Jingyu said, "Like you."
"You mean I'm childish?"
Ye Fanxing raised his eyebrows, Mr. Fu's words were so ambiguous.
Fu Jingyu said, "I mean very sensible and warm."
"It's the first time I've heard you praise him."
Among the children, Xiaocheng is the least praised. He is full of weird ideas. Even the teacher can't laugh or cry with anger. Ye Fanxing, a real mother, sometimes wants to give him two sticks.
What's more, Mr. Fu seems to have always disliked his son.
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