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Xiao Miaomiao walked forward quickly and immediately saw the servant standing guard at the door.

Inside the house, Ouyang was busy coaxing the child. She couldn't help laughing at the scene and couldn't help but "Puff" laugh: "What on earth are you doing?" As she spoke, she held the door frame with both hands, leaned forward slightly, and laughed.

Ouyang was seen dancing in a funny way, and then singing a nursery rhyme out of tune. However, the two babies were not moved at all and continued to cry with their eyes closed.

At this time, Li Jingcheng walked over slowly. He first stretched out his fingers and gently touched the pink cheeks of the two babies. He found that although the two little guys were crying loudly, it was thunder without rain, without a single tear. It was obvious that they were deliberately playing tricks here.

So he said unhappily, "Alright, stop howling."

There are no tears at all. These two little brats are just throwing a tantrum.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Li Jingcheng finished speaking, the two babies not only did not stop crying, but pushed his hands away, still closing their eyes tightly and continuing to cry.

This time, even Li Jingcheng couldn't stand it anymore. He frowned and shouted in a louder voice: "Shut up, everyone! Stop crying!"

Perhaps frightened by Li Jingcheng's sudden scolding, the two little babies finally shut their mouths obediently, but they looked so aggrieved.

They blinked their big watery eyes and looked at Li Jingcheng pitifully.

Then, as if they had telepathic connection, the two little guys rushed to stretch out their chubby little hands to Li Jingcheng, mumbling incoherently, as if they wanted a hug from their daddy.

In desperation, Li Jingcheng had to lean over and pick up two cute dolls, stuffing them into their arms, and said gently: "Okay, mom and dad are back, take the dolls and play with them by yourselves."

Ouyang was so tired that he collapsed on the ground, complaining breathlessly: "Aren't these little guys usually very well-behaved and obedient? What happened today? Why are they so difficult to discipline? They really make me so tired!"

Xiao Miaomiao looked at him apologetically and explained softly, "Maybe it's because you didn't see Jingcheng and me, and mom and grandpa and grandma weren't around, so you're so upset. I'm really sorry to have troubled you!"

At this time, Li Jingcheng looked around and asked in confusion: "Why are you here alone? Where is Xiaobao?"

Ouyang couldn't help but feel sad when she heard this. She sighed helplessly and replied, "Something happened at the company and the other people in the team were assigned to carry out tasks. Everyone was very busy, so I had to rush over to take care of the children alone."

Xiao Miaomiao continued, "Yi Chen was annoyed that Dabao and Erbao were always crying, so he took Xiaobao to his room to draw. Fortunately, Xiaobao was under his care, so he didn't cry and make a fuss.

But he seemed reluctant to take care of Dabao and Erbao, so I had no choice but to comfort these two crying babies."

When Yichen was still here, Dabao and Erbao were relatively well behaved and obedient.

However, when Yichen turned around and left with Xiaobao in his arms, the situation suddenly changed. The two little guys seemed to have lost their backbone and burst into tears, and the cry was simply earth-shaking.

And whenever someone tried to touch them, the two children would cry even harder, and tears as big as beans would roll down like beads from a broken string.

Ouyang was filled with regret at the moment, and he secretly swore: "Next time, even if you beat me to death, I will never dare to easily promise to help take care of the baby again! These little ancestors are really trying to kill me!"

He shuddered at the thought. "Until they are three years old and still don't really understand, I will never take care of them alone again! This experience once is enough to leave a lasting impression on me."

Ouyang muttered to himself and looked around with a terrified look, as if he was still frightened by the chaotic scene just now.

Ouyang looked at them as if they had found their savior. He said hurriedly, "Oh, you're back! I'll leave the child to you. I'm going to go back and rest. I feel dizzy and dizzy right now."

Before he finished speaking, Ouyang had already stood up impatiently, ready to run to the door. He would never brag again next time, saying that he could take good care of the children and no one would buy his account at all.

For him, raising a child is harder than climbing to the sky, and he even begins to fear his future life after getting married and having children. By then, if his own child keeps crying, there is nothing he can do except to coax him patiently.

When he thought of this, Ouyang suddenly felt a huge amount of pressure, as if raising a child to adulthood would make him look ten years older in an instant.

Li Jingcheng and Xiao Miaomiao witnessed this scene and could not help but look at each other, their faces filled with both laughter and tears.

Xiao Miaomiao was helpless as she looked at her two now well-behaved sons, "You two little rascals, you only know how to bully your godfather Ouyang."

They had already discovered this. The three babies were as well-behaved as little lambs in front of Zhou Yi and Zhang Jie, but they would make a lot of noise when they were in Ouyang.

As luck would have it, just as Ouyang had run to the stairs and was about to run downstairs in two steps at a time, he bumped into An An who was coming towards him.

Fortunately, Ouyang reacted quickly and grabbed An An quickly, otherwise, with this momentum, the two of them would have rolled down the stairs together.

If that were the case, I'd probably have to go straight to the hospital.

Ouyang patted his chest gently, carefully put the child on the ground, and stared at the strange little guy in front of him with suspicion, and said with a slightly puzzled tone: "Little friend, whose child are you? Why are you here alone?"

However, facing Ouyang's question, An An was like a mute person, with his lips tightly closed and not saying a word, just holding the yo-yo tightly in both hands.

Ouyang was quick to notice this detail and couldn't help but frown and ask, "This is Yichen's yo-yo, how did it end up in your hands?"

But no matter how Ouyang asked, An An remained silent, with his head lowered, his eyes always fixed on the yo-yo in his hand.

Seeing that the child turned a deaf ear to his question, Ouyang couldn't help but feel a little unhappy, and muttered to himself: "Whose naughty child is this!"

With no other options, Ouyang had to squat down, look An An in the eye, and raise his voice again, saying, "I'm asking you a question. Tell me, whose child are you?"

As he spoke, Ouyang inadvertently blocked the light shining on An An with his body.