The reborn son cursed his mother, bah, she heard it all

Yan Zhuo couldn't move, so to wash his hair, they could only put the basin on the stool beside the bed and do it like in a barber shop.

Sitting on the side, she completely tucked the man's hair together. I have to say, as a woman, Jiang Ying was envious!

The Dog Prince’s hair is so good, long, straight and smooth, as black, shiny and glossy as silk. The key is that he hasn’t washed it for several days, but it’s not oily at all!

She clicked her tongue twice, stroked it a couple more times, ignored the few she had pulled off, and slowly put them into the water.

Next to it was the shampoo she used personally. There wasn’t much left in the space, and every time she washed her hair, there was less, which made Jiang Ying feel painful.

But forget about asking her to go through so many steps like washing her hair here!

Little Yanzhi sat obediently on the inside of the bed, with his father's lying body blocking his way outside and him leaning against the wall inside, ensuring that he would not fall.

Since Jiang Ying didn't allow him to move, he blinked and watched his mother's movements curiously.

Mainly, of course, Huggies Bubbles.

In ancient times, people used soap beans to wash their hair, but the shampoos did not produce much foam and were not as good as modern shampoos.

For example, now, not only Jiang Ying's hands are full of bubbles, but Yan Zhuo's entire head is almost submerged in bubbles.

"Ah~" The baby can't speak, but when he opens his mouth, his little baby voice is so cute.

While washing, Jiang Ying turned to look at him, "Why, you want to wash too?"

When he looked up, he couldn't help laughing, "No, your hair is still short, just wipe it."

Xiao Yanzhi, "..."

[Humph! These are all excuses. It's obvious that she's just obsessed with a woman. Look, she's even giving her scumbag dad a massage!]

Jiang Ying did give Yan Zhuo a massage as well. Head massage can stimulate his cerebral cortex to a certain extent, and maybe it can help him wake up sooner.

I just didn't expect... my son would be jealous?

It's almost dumbfounding.

The next second, when Jiang Ying was concentrating and not paying attention, the little guy quickly reached out his hand and grabbed Yan Zhuo's temples!

Jiang Ying said threateningly, "You're not listening, are you? I told you not to bully Daddy!"

At least not now.

"Ow~"

[I didn’t!] Xiao Yanzhi was very angry.

After a while, Jiang Ying discovered that the child did not hit his father. He just quickly plucked some bubbles over and studied them with his two chubby little paws with relish.

Jiang Ying: "..."

Experts say that when children are suddenly quiet, they must be doing something!

Seeing that she couldn't stop it, she didn't care anymore.

Whatever. At worst I can just wash his hands later.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ying continued to massage seriously, trying to clear Yan Zhuo's brain blood vessels in one go.

Little did he know that inserting her soft fingertips into the man's hair, pressing gently, and rubbing back and forth, was an inhuman torture for Yan Zhuo, who had a sensitive area.

What's more, Jiang Ying was not limited to the head. He moved to the chin and the base of the neck. When he touched the man's thick earlobe, he deliberately pinched it a few more times.

……

After a stick of incense, she was horrified to find out, ah, why is the dog prince's face so red?

Could it be that she pressed the wrong acupuncture points and caused congestion in her head?

I didn't dare to press it anymore, so I stopped and quickly washed my hair, then patiently applied conditioner before finishing it.

There was no hair dryer and the cotton cloth was not absorbent enough. Jiang Ying's eyes lit up and he decisively took out his hair drying cap from the space and put it on the Dog Prince.

I took a step back to admire it and couldn't help but double over with laughter. The cute pink hair dryer cap and the handsome and resolute man's face, haha, it was a bit incongruous.

Fortunately, only she and her son could see it, otherwise if it got out, the Dog King would eat her!

Xiao Yanzhi, [This hat... is a pity. If it were a different color, it would look better. ]

Jiang Ying: What? Pink doesn't look good? What color do you want to change to, green?

Yan Zhuo: That’s not necessary!

Jiang Ying leaned over and was about to pick up his son when his eyes suddenly froze as he noticed that Yan Zhuo's clothes were covered with stains, which were clearly not there just now. Then he looked at his son's clean hands. What was there to not understand?

It seems like you're done playing with bubbles, so you might as well just take advantage of his dad, right?

This naughty kid!

With a "pa". Jiang Ying deliberately grabbed the little guy's hand and hit him lightly.

Obviously, she didn't feel any pain, but her son's eyes became watery, his rosy little mouth pouted, and he looked pitiful, as if he was about to cry but didn't.

Just pretend! Jiang Ying said in his heart, but after looking at it for a few times, he still couldn't bear to let it go. Otherwise, what about the monster?

"Si Yu! Si Yu!" He quickly called someone in to take the little ancestor out and stop him from making trouble.

Siyu held the child and glanced at the bed, "Miss, is it time to change the prince's clothes?"

Jiang Ying took a quick look. Wow, it didn’t look dirty from a distance, but it was wrinkled, as if she had done something unhealthy.

The next moment, Siyu heard her young lady's muffled voice, which was clearly gnashing her teeth, "Okay, change!"

Siyu asked cautiously, "Do you want me to help you..."

"No need, you and Yinrui can just take care of the child together."

If she hadn't been in a relationship with the Dog Prince before, she wouldn't care as long as she didn't get involved.

But aren’t they boyfriend and girlfriend now?

Moreover, the Dog Prince has been single for more than 20 years and has never used a maid. This good habit must be continued!

She is very possessive about her boyfriend and doesn't want other women to see her man's body.

So, Jiang Ying slowly walked back to the bed, pointed a finger at the man's chest, and gently stroked it, "Yan Zhuo, can you hear me? Your clothes are dirty, I'm going to change them for you, you shouldn't mind, right?"

Yan Zhuo, "..."

Of course he doesn't mind.

However, is this definitely a request rather than a notification?

It was not until Jiang Ying tossed him over and over and took off his outer clothes like a pancake that Yan Zhuo, whose body was unable to respond and could only think about random things in his mind, suddenly realized something.

He... just now, the little woman massaged and teased him, and his little brother seemed...

Is it too late to say I mind now?

No matter how anxious, embarrassed, and awkward the man felt, the next moment, Jiang Ying saw the small tent that had appeared between his legs.

Jiang Ying, "???"

What's going on? Why is there a physiological reaction?

Is the Dog Prince so hungry?

However, some vegetative patients seem to have normal physiological reactions. If they really can't wake up for several years, and their family wants to have offspring, they can even ask the doctor to manually collect sperm, or let a willing woman have sex with him...

Damn! Why is she thinking about this?

Shaking his head, Jiang Ying put aside the bad thoughts that popped up uncontrollably and continued to take off the man's clothes.

There was nothing to be embarrassed about. After all, she had seen a lot of male ketone bodies. During her internship, she rotated in various departments, and there were too many surgical surgeries in the urology department.

Finally, after a long time of effort, only the last layer of fig leaf was left.

As soon as Jiang Ying reached out to touch the waistband of his pants, he found that the man's body seemed to tremble.

It was very light, but she was sure it was real.

Muscle contraction? Jiang Ying thought of these four words and turned around reflexively to pull open the man's eyelids. Unfortunately, there was no sign of him waking up.

Muscle tremors, eye opening, and even talking in sleep are not uncommon for vegetative people.

However, the more reactions there are, the better the body's functions are and the greater the chance of waking up.

"Yan Zhuo, you are trying to scare me on purpose, right?" Jiang Ying smiled and muttered to himself, "Then you underestimate me. I am a doctor. Any situation you are experiencing now is within my expectations. For example, your little brother, uh...

"Why don't I help you now? Do you think you will wake up after such a strong stimulation? Hmm?"