Ziqiu struggled to go to the ground, picked up his small ball and handed it to Fu Shiting.

Fu Shiting couldn't understand Ziqiu's meaning, so he asked Mrs. Zhang.

"He wants you to throw the ball out and he will pick it up." Mrs. Zhang explained.

Fu Shiting suddenly thought of others raising pet dogs and playing such childish games with pet dogs.

Others are the owners throwing the ball out and letting the dog take it back.

Unexpectedly, his son likes to play with this too.

However, his son plays the role of a dog.

He glanced at his son helplessly, then threw the ball out.

The little guy immediately stuck out his little butt and ran to pick up the ball.

After a while, Sheng Bei sent Yun Xiaoxiao back. Remember the website address

When Sheng Bei saw the father and son throwing balls, he couldn't help but tease: "It's so warm and touching! Shi Ting, you are more slippery than my mother walking the dog!"

Fu Shiting's face suddenly became a few degrees gloomy.

"Shengbei, you can call my second brother a dog, but you can't call Ziqiu a dog." Yun Xiaoxiao's face was colder than Fu Shiting, "I said why do I dislike you so much, because you hate it when you open your mouth."

After Yun Xiaoxiao finished speaking, she quickly walked back to the guest room.

Sheng Bei looked at her back disappearing in front of her eyes, looking confused and aggrieved: "Your sister has a too big temper, right?! What I said to you just was a joke, how could she take it seriously! We both often joke like this!"

Fu Shiting's face was still solemn: "How can you say that my son is a dog?"

Sheng Bei opened his mouth and wanted to explain that he did not want to insult Ziqiu's cute little awesome.

Fu Shiting: "My son is much cuteer than a dog!"

Sheng Bei: "Goodbye!" He spoke as soon as he spoke, why did he suddenly show off his son?

After Shengbei left, Mrs. Zhang took Ziqiu to take a shower.

Fu Shiting went upstairs.

Ruila and Xiaohan are already asleep.

Qin Anan took his pajamas in the master bedroom and was about to take a shower.

When she saw Fu Shiting come in, she immediately gave him his pajamas: "How do you feel when you play with your son? I can hear my son's laughter upstairs."

"No wonder Xiaohan doesn't want to play with Ziqiu. It's indeed a bit childish." Fu Shiting couldn't imagine that he had thrown the ball with Ziqiu for half an hour. "It's just my own son, so I'm very happy."

"Well, you go and take a shower! After taking a shower, I have something to tell you." She pushed him to the bathroom.

He stood at the bathroom door and looked at her: "Can you tell me in advance?"

"No. Go and wash it! I'm a little tired."

He entered the bathroom and closed the bathroom door.

Because she said she was a little tired, he finished the shower in fifteen minutes.

Seeing that the water droplets on his body were not dried, she immediately wiped him with a dry towel.

"I can't wash my hair these days, it's very uncomfortable, right?" she asked.

"Well, when can I wash it? My wounds no longer hurt."

"Wait a few more days."

"Then I won't go out next." He could no longer stand his image.

"You go to work at the seventh day of the lunar month, do you take a shower on the seventh day of the lunar month?"

"You want me to go to work so much?" He planned to wait until the Lantern Festival was over before going to work.

"You are not working at the seventh day of the lunar month?" She looked at him with a puzzled look, "If you don't go to work at the seventh day of the lunar month, then you will be alone at home then."


Chapter completed!