High-profile spoiled marriage: Mr. Bo can't

Sheng Mingzhu felt that she hadn't played with Bo Haoyi for a long time, and it was rare to even say a word or two occasionally, let alone bathe and play around with the baby like before, and tell him bedtime stories.

While thinking like this, she bent down and hugged Bo Haoyi in her arms, carried him into the bathroom, put a tub full of hot water at a suitable temperature in the bathtub, and poured it into the bathtub that she had used just now Yes, lavender made into dried flowers.

Bo Haoyi stripped naked and jumped into the bathtub, as if he forgot that he was taking a bath, and was so excited that he played with the water.

Sheng Mingzhu just got out of the bath and changed into clean clothes, when the mischievous little guy splashed a lot of water, but she was not angry at all, instead she stretched out her hand to shave Bo Haoyi Ting with a smile Upturned little nose.

"Is Haoyi good at school today? Did you listen to the teacher well?"

She lowered her head to help the baby take a bath, and asked about his situation at school with concern.

Sheng Mingzhu also knew that as a child's mother, she cared very little for Bo Haoyi compared to other parents.

It's just that her situation is too special, and she can't care about her child every day like ordinary parents. She can only spare a little time to accompany her baby in her busy schedule.

Sometimes when Sheng Mingzhu sees Bo Haoyi's extraordinarily sensible appearance, she can't help but feel a little sour in her heart. She feels that their baby is not like an ordinary child, and she can enjoy the time of playing with mom and dad to the fullest. .

Because she and Bao Sicheng are busy people, even if they want to squeeze out a little space in their hearts to spend more time with their children, the reality is often not as expected.

"The airplane model I made today won No.1 in the class. The teacher rewarded me with two little red flowers, and said that I will put my airplane model on the shelf for everyone to see at the next exhibition!"

Bo Haoyi was so excited that he told Sheng Mingzhu what happened in class today, as if he wanted his mother to praise him, he proudly puffed up his chest and asked: "Mom, will you go to the art exhibition on the day? "

He naturally wished that his mother could go to the kindergarten to have a look at the airplane model he made, but he also knew how busy Sheng Mingzhu was, so busy that even taking a break had become a luxury.

He didn't want his mother to feel that going to kindergarten was a burden, but he couldn't help but show off the results he had made.

"Of course mom will go." Sheng Mingzhu smiled and stroked Bo Haoyi's hair that was wet with hot water, watching his big bright eyes fixed on her, "I also want to take a look at our Haoyi's airplane model How well you did it, you can give the teacher two little red flowers in admiration."

Although she was exhausted from being busy in the laboratory, she still didn't want to miss the moment of her child's growth.

She knew very well that her and Bo Sicheng's baby was different from ordinary children, his intelligence and abilities were even superior to some college students.

It is precisely because of his precocity that he is sensible enough not to disturb the busy work of mothers and fathers, but it is also because of this sensibleness that Sheng Mingzhu, a mother, feels very distressed.

Who doesn't want to be like an ignorant child who only cares about having fun and doesn't care about those disturbances.

However, Bo Haoyi thought of everything for her and Bo Sicheng, and he was not at all immature as a three-year-old should be.

Sheng Mingzhu gently stroked the other person's smooth forehead, and seeing him sitting in the bathtub enjoying himself, felt that he finally had some childishness at this time, and felt a little relieved in her heart.

She took a bath with the baby and lay down on the little bed with him, telling the story of the prince and princess in a gentle and gentle voice.

Bo Haoyi listened carefully with his ears pricked up, but after listening for only 10 minutes, he blinked his eyes in a daze, and fell asleep with his tiger doll leaning against his mother's arms.

Sheng Mingzhu curled her lips in amusement, tucked up the quilt for the baby lightly, and retreated from his room.

She had just left the house with the book of fairy tales when Bao Sicheng returned home.

"Haoyi is already asleep?"

When he saw Sheng Mingzhu tiptoeing around with a fairy tale book, he knew that she had just put the child to sleep. He pinched her cheek with a smile and said, "Only you can deal with him best. I told him last time when I put him to sleep." After two full hours of stories, he still said he didn’t want to go to sleep and clamored to get up and play with building blocks.”

When Bao Sicheng thought of the experience of failing to coax Bo Haoyi to sleep, his head hurt. He felt that this little guy was sent by God to punish him.

In front of Sheng Mingzhu, he is as well-behaved as a little rabbit, but in front of himself, he is like a devil in the world, and only Sheng Mingzhu can control him.

"You haven't grasped his temperament. Since it's a bedtime story, how can you tell him the stories about the warriors going to fight the devil with swords and guns?"

Sheng Mingzhu just felt that Bao Sicheng didn't think carefully about the key point, put his arms around his neck and smiled and said, "The more you tell him such a story, the more excited he will be, and he won't be able to sleep. They will make noise and play other things."

"Yes yes yes, you are right, you are the one who understands Haoyi best, I am just a little guy who no one loves."

With Sheng Mingzhu, the baby is the first person, and he can only be ranked second, but with the baby Bo Haoyi, the mother Sheng Mingzhu is the most important existence, and he, the father, can only stand aside.

He seemed to be unfavored everywhere, and his words were a little wronged: "I worked hard outside, but my wife didn't love my son, and my life was really miserable."

Knowing that Bao Sicheng was playing tricks on her again, Sheng Mingzhu deliberately turned around and walked into the bedroom, leaving him alone in the living room: "Since you are so pitiful, I might as well reward you for sleeping on the sofa, anyway. You can't count on your wife and son, so you might as well be with the sofa."

His wife was right in front of him. Where would Bao Sicheng go to sleep on the sofa? He chased after him in two steps, lay down on the bed with Sheng Mingzhu in his arms, kissed her for a while before letting go, and said with a smile: "I But I can't bear to part with my precious wife and my precious son, don't even think about driving me into the living room to sleep."

The two hugged each other and talked for a long time before Sheng Mingzhu suddenly remembered the conversation she had with Chen Wanyan when she just came back.

"Speaking of which, why do I feel that Chen Wanyan is a little weird recently, she seems to be very attentive to you, could it be that she is interested in you?"