undercover dad

When He Xiaonian came home, he bought two catties of crayfish and two bottles of beer at a snack street near his home.

Before leaving, I asked the clerk for two black garbage bags, put the crayfish and beer into the plastic bag, picked up the bag and checked it for a long time, and made sure that the contents of the bag could not be seen from the outside, so I went to the restaurant come out.

He Xiaobao's cold is much better, only a few coughs and sneezes are left, and he has started to go to kindergarten today, but his diet must be light for the next few days. The things in this bag must be taken home secretly, and he will take advantage of him at night You can only eat when you are asleep.

When he came back late, when he quietly walked into the living room, Sun Haiyang had already bathed He Xiaobao and was leading him to play in the bedroom.

He Xiaonian tiptoed back to his room, put down his things, put his ears against the wall, and eavesdropped on the corner for a while.

From the next room came Xiaobao's very young man's singing voice, let's call it a singing voice. Although it is impossible to tell what kind of ghost he is singing from the tone, but from the level of ups and downs, it seems that he is not reciting poetry.

He Xiaonian eavesdropped for a while, then frowned, feeling very surprised in his heart.

He Xiaobao's mother was a music teacher in elementary school before her death. Her favorite and best thing is folk singing. Although He Xiaobao finally inherited the tradition of the old He family and was not born with a complete set of five notes, she also learned a lot from his mother.

There must be a song every night before going to bed, and every song is either a folk song or a song.

But today, he leaned against the corner and listened for a long time, and felt that what He Xiaobao sang seemed, might, seemed... a pop song.

"Call out, Buddha, ancestor," He Xiaobao paused, with his head down, his hands propped up on the bed, one leg in the air, kicking his feet in the air with the music accompaniment on Sun Haiyang's phone, and followed the rhythm. Raised his head at once, jumped up from the bed, "There is no shore to turn around~~~ Kneeling on the chair, for shit..."

Rolling and bouncing around singing and dancing like this, even a real monster may not be able to last for a while, let alone He Xiaobao, who has not recovered from a cold, can't sing when he sings "for shit", only He panted heavily, but still insisted on completing the movement, knelt down on the bed with a "plop", and then slowly lay down in this floating world of good and evil, true and false.

His small body heaved violently with the panting, and after panting for a while, he raised his head and asked Sun Haiyang: "Brother, can I dance well?"

"Good!" Sun Haiyang stood at the head of the bed, gave him a thumbs up, and praised him in admiration:

"You know, Bao, you dance, although no one can see what you are dancing and what you want to express, but you are working so hard, you are shaking your little arms and legs, just like you are crazy. And the best thing is your expression, your eyes, it looks like you are constipated, and half of the people are carrying guns and going to the battlefield to kill the enemy. Do you know how it feels? Very contagious! Really good , every night from now on, my brother will play a song for you, and you will dance while learning the song, you are so talented!"

Xiaobao lay on the bed, tilted his head and smiled in relief. He got up and threw himself on Brother Haiyang: "Brother, teach me how to dance that bowl, I like that kind of dance, moving around of!"

Sun Haiyang patted Xiaobao's back lightly, and agreed straight away: "No problem, that's street dance, my brother will teach you street dance tomorrow!"

As he spoke, he gently placed Xiao Bao on the quilt, then pulled his precious quilt and put it in his hands.

Xiao Bao grabbed the small quilt and rubbed it to feel it. With a smile on his lips, he quickly closed his eyes.

Sun Haiyang wiped the sweat off his brow, went to turn off the music on his phone, closed his eyes and fell back on the bed.

After being abused for a period of time, he finally figured it out. Instead of letting He Xiaobao torture him every day full of energy, it is better to find a way to guide him to torture himself, let him sing, let him dance, and let him play two roles. Hit yourself with the horn, use the other's spear to attack the other's shield!

He lay on the bed for a while, then got up and went to the cabinet to get a pair of underwear, and wandered to the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a shower and returning to the room, he just heard the notification tone of his mobile phone WeChat. He grabbed the phone and took a look. It was a WeChat message from He Xiaonian:

— Do you eat crayfish?In my room!

Sun Haiyang froze with his phone for a long time, closed WeChat, opened it again, and clicked on He Xiaonian's profile picture, carefully confirmed that it was indeed that annoying side face, couldn't help but shook his head and clicked his tongue twice.

Today~ good luck~, old wolf please eat chicken!

Of course the crayfish had to be eaten, so he immediately put down his phone and walked out. When he was about to leave the room, he suddenly folded it back, went to the closet and found another big T-shirt, and put it on his body.

He had just finished taking a shower, and he was wearing a small trouser top all over his body. He went to He Xiaonian's room like this, so he might not let him eat this crayfish for sure!

……

He Xiaonian had been listening to the movement next door with his ears upright, and only after confirming that Xiaobao had stopped making any noise, did he send Sun Haiyang a WeChat message.

This kid has really worked hard recently. It can be clearly seen that he is a lot thinner than when he first came, and he is also quite haggard. This kid is quite talented in raising children, and He Xiaobao, the king of monsters, has gradually shown signs of being subdued by him recently.

Outstanding performance, worthy of commendation!

He put the crayfish and beer on the table, and without waiting for Sun Haiyang, he peeled a crayfish and smashed it in his mouth.

When Sun Haiyang came in, he was gnawing until his mouth was dripping with oil. He didn't like to wipe his hands with tissue paper, so he stuffed his greasy twisted hands into his mouth and smashed them, and turned his head to look at Sun Haiyang.

"Why are you dressed like this? Seduce me?" He smashed his hands, stared at Sun Haiyang and frowned.

Sun Haiyang is wearing a 3X T-shirt, the clothes are European style, they are very fat, plus the size, the length is just right to cover Sun Haiyang's buttocks, and a pair of slender pens with clear lines are directly exposed under the clothes Strong long legs.

Once the buttocks are covered, you can't tell whether he is wearing underwear, just like the little sling that Auntie Miao was wearing when she wanted to poke his mouth sores.

Following his gaze, Sun Haiyang also bowed his head to admire his beautiful legs, grinned, stretched out one leg deliberately, and waved it in front of He Xiaonian, "How is it, is it beautiful?"

The proportion of Sun Haiyang's legs is very good, the thighs are firm, the calves are slender, and the skin is smooth, and there is not much hair on the legs. He Xiaonian squinted at his legs and thought, um, they are very beautiful, but it is a pity that they grow on you On the body, you can't touch it or anything, just use it!

Moreover, after a period of running-in, he really didn't bother talking to Sun Haiyang about the issue of neat and tidy clothes.

It is normal for some people to be handsome, such as myself; it is normal for some people to be cheap, such as Sun Haiyang!Used to it!

He stretched out his foot, kicked Sun Haiyang's leg, kicked his leg aside, hooked the swivel chair in front of the desk a little bit, pointed to the chair, and said to Sun Haiyang: "Sit here and eat." , don't dirty my bed!"

Sun Haiyang glanced at He Xiaonian, He Xiaonian was sitting by the bed, his mouth was full of oil, his hands were also oily, and he didn't need to wipe it with paper, he just licked it with his mouth. Get the crayfish out of the bag on the table.

His hands had rubbed a circle of oil stains on the bed sheet. Maybe the washing machine couldn't wash it off directly, so he had to wash it by hand.

...!Just like this, you still have the face to dislike me, afraid that I will dirty the bed? ! ! !

Sun Haiyang sneered twice in his heart, sat down on the chair, reached into the bag, touched a crayfish out, and slowly peeled the shrimp shell, while pretending to ask casually: "What is your zodiac sign, virgin? "

He Xiaonian was silent for a while, without looking up, he said coldly: "None of your business! There are still two bottles of beer in the black bag, open them if you want to drink, and give me a bottle!"

Sun Haiyang has been used to being ordered by him for a while. Hearing his words, he naturally stood up to get the beer, put it to his mouth, "crack, bang" and bit off the lid of the beer, then handed it to the beer. He Xiaonian.

He bit off another bottle of beer and took a big gulp.

After doing all this, he slowly came to his senses, and laughed happily at the crayfish in his hand, "Brother, so you are really a Virgo? No wonder you are so furry!"

He Xiaonian immediately stopped knocking on the crayfish. He pointed at Sun Haiyang's nose, "Will you eat it? If you don't want to eat it, go back to your room. Eat it and stop talking nonsense, OK?"

"OK! OK!" Sun Haiyang couldn't help but turn his head to the side quickly, chewing the crayfish in his mouth quickly while enjoying himself.

One of the two was sullen, the other was happy. After eating and drinking for a long time in relative silence, He Xiaonian suddenly asked without thinking: "What's wrong with Virgos? Are Virgos sure to be stupid?"

Sun Haiyang was drinking with his neck up, when he heard this, he made a "puchi", half of the big mouthful of wine choked in his throat, and the other half sprayed out from his nostrils, flowed onto his clothes, and his chest was wet.

"Cough, cough, cough," he blushed, bowed his waist and coughed desperately, then reached out and pulled out a pile of paper from the paper bag on the table, rubbing his nose and mouth desperately.

It took a long time before he stopped coughing. He slumped on the chair, looked at He Xiaonian who was looking at him with a calm face, and curled his mouth, "That's not necessarily true, not every Virgo is a curmudgeon!"

Paused, then said with a smile: "But you must be a fool!"

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