My daughter is so annoying

Yang Yueyue smiled and said, "It's very comfortable now, can you press it a little longer?"

"You are stupid, why are you being polite to me?"

Sitting on the sofa, Fang Cheng began to help Yang Yueyue rub her belly wholeheartedly. After Qingqing finished eating, she also ran over.

Fang Cheng commanded: "Qingqing, quickly take the paper and wipe your mouth clean."

Sure enough, Qingqing took out a piece of toilet paper and wiped it carelessly.

"The chin hasn't been wiped clean yet."

Qingqing wiped it twice again: "What about now?"

"There's a little more on the nose."

"Ok?"

"Okay, throw the paper in the trash can."

Qingqing sat next to Fang Cheng, staring at her big eyes curiously and asking, "Ma Ma, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Cheng said: "Mama's stomach hurts."

"Did Ma Ma steal the ice cream?"

Fang Cheng laughed dumbly and said, "No, it's because Ma Ma didn't cover herself with the quilt last night."

"That's it."

Yang Yueyue sat for a while, then went upstairs to sleep.

Fang Cheng cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks first, and after helping Qingqing take a bath, he put Qingqing on her small bed, covered her with the quilt, and when Fang Cheng came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Qingqing had already fallen asleep .

Fang Cheng lifted the quilt and lay down.

Yang Yueyue also turned over at this time

"have not sleep yet."

"You're not here, I can't sleep."

Fang Cheng fell asleep on his side, hugged Yang Yueyue's waist from behind with one hand, and whispered, "Winter is coming soon, you should pay attention to keep warm, wear more clothes, be obedient."

"Well, it will be a little uncomfortable for the first day or two, but it will be fine later."

"That doesn't work either. I'll call Dr. Cao tomorrow and see what she says."

"Let me ask."

Fang Cheng knew that Yang Yueyue thought it was a girl's problem and he shouldn't let himself worry about it, but Fang Cheng said with a smile: "We have been married for two years, and we are already old couples. What else do you want to do so much?"

Yang Yueyue smiled slightly and stopped talking.

Fang Cheng's hand was placed on Yang Yueyue's belly, and he didn't move it away all night.

The next morning.

Fang Cheng called Zhang Shanfeng and told him that his wife was ill and could not go to the park to practice with him, so he cooked a pot of red bean porridge with ingredients such as red beans, barley, peanuts, red dates, brown sugar, and wolfberry.

At 07:30, Yang Yueyue took Qingqing downstairs.

Fang Cheng unplugged the rice cooker and said with a smile, "It's just right, the porridge has just been cooked."

Yang Yueyue led Qingqing to the side of Fangcheng, and when she saw the steaming red bean porridge, Yang Yueyue smiled and said, "It looks delicious at first sight."

Qingqing couldn't see what was in the pot, so she quickly raised her small hand and said bouncingly, "I want to see, and Qingqing wants to see too."

Fang Cheng hugged Qingqing: "How about it, did you see it clearly?"

"Uh-huh."

Fang Cheng took out Qingqing's special small bowl and said, "Papa will give you a bowl first, okay?"

"it is good."

A bowl of red bean porridge was placed on the table.

Fang Cheng hugged Qingqing to a chair, put on a scarf, and reminded: "Be careful, blow it before eating."

"Good~"

Qingqing pursed her mouth, scooped up a spoonful of red beans, and blew gently.

Fang Cheng filled another bowl and handed it to Yang Yueyue: "Drink it while it's hot."

After breakfast, Fang Cheng practiced the martial arts moves Zhang Shanfeng taught him in the yard. Although he couldn't go to the park, his kung fu was wasted for one day, and he couldn't make up for it in ten days. Fang Cheng didn't want to make up for it.

Qingqing didn't have to go to school today, and she didn't have that much interest in the amusement park in the villa anymore. She was chasing the big yellow dog round and round in the yard with a Barbie doll in her hand.

Yang Yueyue took a chair and sat at the door, holding hot tea in her hand, tilting her head, squinting her eyes at Fang Cheng, seeing his focused brows and eyes under the sun from his slight fever, Qingqing occasionally ran too fast , she reminded in a low voice.

Such a life is so beautiful.

The last autumn rain before winter fell as soon as it was said, and in an instant, the rain crossed the sky and fell from the sky with vigorous momentum, as if to wash away the last desolation of autumn.

There was only the sound of rain outside the window, and Qingqing had already fallen asleep upstairs.

Yang Yueyue stood by the window in white pajamas, looking at the fallen leaves wet by the rain in the distance, Fang Cheng stepped forward slowly, put his hands on her waist, leaned his head lazily on her shoulder, and smelled wantonly Her hair is fragrant.

"It's winter."

"Well, will it be cold this winter?"

"Will not."

"husband?"

"Ah."

"It's okay, I'll just yell."

……

Chapter 99 Great God Contract

The air conditioner is blowing hot air unscrupulously. The winter in Shanghai is coming vigorously today. The temperature has just dropped, and a light snow has boiled down, covering all the dust.

"Husband, it's so cold today and you got up so early?" Seeing that Fang Cheng put on his clothes before dawn, Yang Yueyue opened his eyes and asked sleepily.