The chaebol's little wife: Uncle, you are going to spoil me!

"Are you showing clothes to the young master in your arms?" the shopping guide asked.

The four nodded, "Yes, this is our son."

The shopping guide looked at the four of them with strange eyes, man?four?son?

Could it be, two pairs of men and men?Then adopted a little guy, and then raised them together?

Who is the mother?Who is the father?

In the mind of the shopping guide, a story has taken shape.

"Give my son a number, let's try."

"Sir, it's inconvenient to try on children's clothes. Do you know what size your child usually wears?"

The four men looked at each other, "Why don't you let me try it? Afraid we won't buy it if we try it? You just take the number, and we will buy it after trying it."

Shopping guide: "Actually, tell me the size, and we can pick up the clothes."

Yan Zhenyu: "We don't know the size either."

Oh, looks like it was just adopted.

The shopping guide looked at the little guy's clothes, and they were all good, "I can take a look now."

So, under the ravages of the four godfathers, the little tiger took off his clothes, exposing his fleshy little body, and the little guy cried into tears.

The crying made the customers around look back frequently. The four big men hugged, coaxed, and teased, their heads almost exploded.

If he dared to change someone, he would not listen to what he said, and would not give face to coaxing others, the four of them would have turned their heads and dealt with that person long ago.

However, today she is holding a "son" in her arms!

After a while, while changing clothes, another torture began.

The four hugged and coaxed the little guy, and later it was the shopping guide who put on new clothes for the little guy.

There was an experience where several people resolutely stopped trying on clothes for the little guy.

In the toy store, what does the little guy like, "Buy!"

What does the little hand touch, "buy!"

Watching other children driving a toy car, Yan Zhenyu pointed to the toy car, "Pack it up."

Whatever the little arm caught, the shopping guide took it straight away with keen eyesight. The young master went out to the street, and after a day of shopping, he couldn't fit in the trunk, so he sent everything to Yenan Villa.

Walking out of the fifth baby store, all four of them were tired.

The little guy was still grinning in his arms, humming.

Yan Zhenyu wiped the little guy's tears with his hands, and Bai Chen immediately took out a tissue, "Don't wipe it with your hands, your hands are full of bacteria, use a tissue to wipe your son's tears."

Nangong Zi opened the package of wet wipes, "Putting out paper is still abrading our son's skin, we need to use wet wipes."

Zhen Xi: "Didn't you listen to his mother, wet wipes are for wiping our son's butt, how can they wipe away tears."

Yan Zhenyu asked back: "Did you say it?"

Bai Chen recalled, "I guess I said it?"

Nangong Zi also nodded vaguely, "It seems to have said something."

Yan Zhenyu later called Mr. Jiang, "What do you use to wipe your tears when your son cries?"

President Jiang: "..."

After hearing the four people's arguments, Jiang Chenyu said, "Why don't you chop off your hands."

In the fully air-conditioned shopping mall, a little guy and four men were sweating profusely.

In the children's playground area, all the children are playing on the slide. When the four of them entered with the little one in their arms, "Sir, the child is too young to play on the slide and jump on the trampoline."

Bai Chen wanted to argue with others, "Our son is young, so why can't we play anymore, can't the four of us fathers watch from the sidelines?"

The ticket seller looked at the four people and was at a loss for words.

Not much nonsense, Nangong Zi, who is used to rampant, asked directly: "Call your manager out and ask where you bought this equipment. Our son is not allowed to play with it, and we buy ready-made ones at home."

When leaving, the little guy pouted again.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly.I don't know what's going on, the little guy keeps crying, and he can't be coaxed well.Just coaxing him, he could still be cute for a while, but now he is holding Yan Zhenyu's face and chewing on it, Bai Chen is excited: "Look, why should my son kiss Lao Yan, let me hug him, he has to kiss me too .”

Whoever hugs, whoever the little guy gnaws on.

A few people were still silly and cheerful, but Nangong Zi felt that something was wrong, "Why does the child keep crying?"

Bai Chen: "Has he cried less since morning?"

Yan Zhenyu also felt something was wrong, "No, he didn't kiss us. When the little tiger kissed Mr. Jiang, he was smiling. Why did he cry to us?"

All four looked at the little guy puzzled.

Nangong Zi looked at the children passing by the road with milk pots on their backs, and suddenly reacted, and immediately shouted, "Damn, we didn't feed our son milk powder!"

As soon as this remark came out, the four of them were all stunned.

"Get back in the car."

After returning home, I found out the little guy’s feeding bottle in a panic. The four big men squeezed into the car, feeling uncomfortable and panicked. The four of them always travel in a spacious place, so the four of them directly took the milk bottle given by Gu Nuannuan without fear of exposure to the sun. Canvas bags stand out.

On the hood of the car's front, there are things for the little guy.

The four were in a hurry, "How much milk powder are you feeding?"

"Add water or milk powder first? Xiaobai, hurry up and check the parenting bloggers on your phone."

Yan Zhenyu hugged the little guy who was crying weakly, and hugged her in her arms, distressed, "Hurry up."

"This hot water is too hot, it's scalding my son, Lao Zhen, go to the supermarket and buy a bottle of cold water to mix it up."

The four big men have a clear division of labor, but they still can't take care of a child.

Passers-by turned their heads to look at them, first out of curiosity, second time to see the appearance of the four people, and when they looked back again, they felt that something was wrong.

The four of them were obviously not taking care of the child, the child was still crying, and the four of them only cared about making milk powder, not caring about the little one.

A passer-by came forward and asked, "Oh, what are you doing?"

"While going, didn't you see someone making milk powder for my son?"

"Whose son of yours?"

Bai Chen said impatiently, "Whose son do you care about?"

The austere way of a few people made the worried passers-by stop and watch more.

Nangong Zi panicked and handed the bottle to the little guy. For the first time, the little guy didn't throw away the bottle. He held the bottle, regardless of whether it was good or not, and sucked it up.

The four finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Their backs, because of the panic, coupled with the high temperature of 37 degrees, made several people's shirts wet.

"What do you four have to do with this child?" The people on the side hadn't left yet, looking at the four of them and questioning.

Yan Zhenyu: "Who are you?"

"I'm just a passer-by. I don't think any of you can take care of children. You must not be the parents of this child. What about the parents of this child?"

Yan Zhenyu: "It should have nothing to do with you."

A passer-by took out his mobile phone, "Where did you get this child? If you don't explain clearly, I will call the police."

Bai Chen pointed back at himself, looked at the uncle in front of him, and asked, "Uncle, can you see clearly, do we look like human traffickers?"

"I didn't say you were human traffickers. I now suspect that you bought this child from human traffickers." The method was jerky, and it was obvious that he was not a father.The child cried for a long time, and the crying was heard from far away. If the biological parents were by their side, the child would not be so sad.

"Buying and selling is the same crime! If you don't explain clearly where this kid came from, we'll see you at the police station."

The little guy was holding the feeding bottle, gurgling only to fill his stomach, and he didn't care what trouble his crying caused the four godfathers.