The Shura Field of the Big Brothers

Maybe it was because he really recognized Han Xiyun, the little guy was about to cry but immediately laughed, sticking out his tongue out of his small mouth, and there were two tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Oh—Xiao Mumu knows her mother, right? Haha, did you miss your mother today?"

Listening to Han Xiyun's words, the little guy stared at her with two big watery eyes, and opened and closed his small mouth, as if he wanted to respond to something, which made Han Xiyun agitated.

At this moment, the doorbell rang, directly covering up the small sound that the little guy had just made, and making him tremble in shock.

"Ouch—Xiao Mumu is not afraid, who is it, let's go and see who it is, okay, let's go—"

Han Xiyun patted the little guy lightly, with a gentle voice, hugged him and walked towards the door, muttering to herself: "This Cui Minhao doesn't bring his own keys, so why is he ringing the doorbell..."

Seeing that Maoyan was her own father, she was stunned for three seconds: "This old man—what are you doing now?"

Outside the door, Han Xinli was holding large and small bags, with a smile on his face: "Hey, Xiyun, why don't you open the door quickly when you see that it's me?"

"Oh - open, open immediately."

After opening the door, as soon as Han Xinli stepped in, he put all the things in his hands on the shoe cabinet beside him, anxiously freeing his hands to hug the little guy.

"Tsk tsk tsk—Xiao Mumu, do you miss grandpa?"

"Wow? Hahaha, look at him smiling hahaha..."

Seeing the little guy smiling just after holding hands, Han Xinli was more excited than his company's stock soared.

Just as Han Xiyun was about to close the door, a hand suddenly appeared outside the door and grabbed her directly: "Wait—let me in!"

She hadn't seen anyone else before, but now she suddenly appeared, which startled her and immediately withdrew her hand.

"Who?"

"Me! Cui Minhao!"

Cui Minhao panted with disgrace, "Han Xiyun, you are so cruel! You actually left me alone..."

He went in to change his shoes while complaining, then raised his head, and found that the person standing in front of him was not Han Xiyun, but Han Xinli!
"Han Hanhan—Uncle? Why are you here?" He was so frightened that he couldn't straighten his tongue, while Han Xiyun beside him was ruthlessly watching the joke.

Han Xinli only glanced at him, then looked at the little guy in his arms, with a happy face, "Of course I came to see my grandson, right Xiaomumu, grandpa, are you happy to hug Gao?"

The little guy swung his hands vigorously, and grabbed Han Xinli along the way.

"Hehehehe, Xiaomumu, you actually scratched Grandpa, your little paws are so strong..."

Before he could finish speaking, the little guy suddenly changed his face and opened his mouth and burst into tears, which frightened him for a moment, but amused the people next to him.

"Hahaha, uncle, he can understand what you're talking about him."

Cui Minhao couldn't help laughing, and hurried into the kitchen to wash his hands, then dried his clothes anxiously, then ran out and snatched the little guy: "Xiao Mumu doesn't cry, grandpa didn't kill you, grandpa praised you And you!"

Han Xiyun leaned on the side with her arms folded and kept silent, let's see how the three of them struggled.

When the little guy cried like this, the whole family started making noises, startled Aunt Liu who was cooking in the kitchen, and heard the sound without taking off the apron: "Ouch... what's wrong?"

Seeing Han Xinli, Aunt Liu hurriedly bowed to greet him, and came over to look at the little guy in a hurry: "Tsk tsk tsk, don't cry, young master, we little men can't cry."

As soon as this sentence came out, the little guy really stopped crying, and stared at Aunt Liu aggrievedly, with teary eyes.

"Hahaha, he understands again—"

Han Xinli stood beside him with his hands on his waist and laughed loudly, "I said he is very capable, he can understand what we are talking about at such a young age, haha..."

Aunt Liu couldn't help but rejoice: "Mr. Han, don't tell me, young master, that's—this finger!"

She gestured with her thumbs up as she spoke, glanced at Han Xiyun and couldn't help laughing, "I'm right, miss, you too, you are awesome to give birth to such a cute young master."

Han Xiyun was a little shy from being praised, turned her head and smiled and took the big and small bags that Han Xinli brought over into the house, "Aren't you all standing there and not coming in? Dad, what are you bringing here?"

"Hahaha, I made a set of gold for my grandson. It's been four months today, and we were going to treat him. We saved it, so we just brought something here to have a look."

"Is there another set of clothes? He has too many clothes, so you can buy them again."

"It's okay, kid, it's better to have more clothes, beautiful and cute."

Han Xinli responded as he walked into the living room, a little finger was still being held tightly by the little guy.

"Aunt Liu, let's eat better today to celebrate. By the way, we can get some rice soup for Xiao Mumu to taste. Xiyun used to eat porridge when she was four months old."

Han Xinli explained carefully, while amusing the little guy, the little guy who was being dragged moved slightly, and the little guy grabbed it even tighter.

"Hey, look, he's really strong, he won't let go of me."

Han Xiyun glanced at it and smiled, then turned and went into the room: "You guys play slowly, I'll go and dry your hair."

Just after Han Xiyun entered the room, the little guy suddenly changed his face again. He pulled his grandfather's little finger and wanted to stuff it into his mouth, while crying.

"Hey hey - good baby doesn't cry, is he hungry?"

Cui Minhao, who was hugging him, noticed it immediately, and put him in Han Xinli's hug: "Uncle, please hug him for a while, I'll make some milk powder, he must be hungry."

"Well, okay, let's go quickly."

After taking over the crying little guy, Han Xinli said his head was a little buzzing, "Oh—don't cry, don't cry, we little men don't cry—"

He walked around gently in his arms, twisted his body, and the crying of the little guy was only a little bit softer.

After a while, Han Xiyun came out with a look of disgust, "Don't cry! You are a big child, if you cry again, don't be hugged by your mother!"

Hearing the sound, the little guy opened his eyes and saw that it was Han Xiyun who was acting coquettishly, fiddling with his hands and kicking his legs vigorously.

"Okay, okay, mom, hug me, don't cry!"

After she took over, the little guy really stopped crying, just kept rubbing against her arms, and kept licking his tongue with his mouth open, his little face was obviously full of joy.

"Hahahaha, you little brat—what would Grandpa say about you? By the way, Xiyun, I hired a professional photographer, and I'll come over later."

Han Xiyun took the milk bottle that was delivered in time and stuffed it directly into the little guy's mouth. She looked up after seeing the little guy sucking hard on her, "A photographer? What are you doing?"

"Take a picture, the baby is not allowed to take a picture for four months to record it?"

"Oh, all right."

"Well, it just so happens that our family also took a family portrait."

"Wait—who is in the same family as whom? Except for Cui Minhao!"

Hearing her disgusting words, Cui Minhao became anxious, "What do you mean I should be excluded? I am the child's father! Can't be excluded!"

"Except for you!"

"No! I want to take a family portrait too, and I want to hold my son in my arms!"

"No—I won't give you a hug!"

……

Seeing the serious quarrel between the two of them, Han Xinli suppressed a smile the whole time: Very good!This is like a family, more noisy and more atmosphere.

Xiyun's mother, you can rest assured now, we have such a reliable person beside Xiyun...

The family had just had a good meal when Han Xiyun just put down her chopsticks to wipe her mouth and suddenly the doorbell rang again.

"Huh? Who will come at this time?"

"It should be the photographer, I'll go and open the door."

Cui Minhao left the dining table very excitedly, and immediately ran to open the door: Hey, I must take a photo, I am my father, I must take a photo with Xiaomumu and Xiyun!

As soon as the door opened, a man with a camera in his hand nodded to him with a smile: "Hello, I was invited by Mr. Han to take pictures for you."

"Oh, please come inside, please come inside."

Cui Minhao enthusiastically invited the photographer in, even helped him put away his slippers, and approached him with a proud face and whispered: "Later..."

After about half an hour, the little guy sat on a small sunken sofa, just as if he was sitting there by himself, without the support of others.

After the pose was done, the photographer took a camera to snap a picture of him. When he saw him laughing, he quickly took pictures, and when he made facial expressions and stuck out his tongue, he quickly took pictures.

When the little guy smiled, his cheeks looked like Han Xiyun's, and his dimples were cute.

In other places, he was like his own father, he would giggle at the slightest tease, but when he laughed, he was like Han Xiyun.

"That's good, that's all. Let's take a look at these photos, let's adjust them later."

The photographer greeted Han Xiyun and the others to look at the photos with a gratified face, while the little guy sat there playing with toys.

"Haha, the young master's photo is really good."

Aunt Liu looked at the photo from the side, her mouth from ear to ear.

"It's really good. He is my favorite little model since I took pictures of so many children. You can see how charming he is when he smiles. His facial features are exquisite - when he grows up, he will be surrounded by beautiful women!"

The photographer looked at his work and praised again and again, and did not forget to take another look at the little guy, "Little handsome guy, thank you for making my work so perfect."

He stared at the little guy and smiled. In fact, he didn't know what he was muttering in his heart. A puzzled expression flashed across his face, and he secretly glanced at the four who were obsessed with the photos.

Especially after looking at Cui Minhao's facial features for a long time, he then shook his head, not knowing what he was struggling with.

When preparing to take a group photo, Han Xiyun hugged the little guy and posed first, but the photographer glanced at Cui Minhao, who didn't know what he was conveying in his eyes.

At the moment when the camera button was pressed, Cui Minhao stepped forward and successfully entered the camera, while Han Xiyun was caught by his sudden appearance and happened to look at him.

As soon as the photo came out, Cui Minhao excitedly ran forward and pulled the photographer to let him see the effect.

As soon as he saw the photo, Cui Minhao covered his face with joy, and made an emoji to Han Xiyun: "Slightly slightly slightly, I got it, hahaha, I took a photo with my son!"

Han Xiyun: "..."