A series of questions did not breathe.

"Forget it, I'll go and see it myself!"

Jiang Peihua opened his mouth and just wanted to answer his question first. Mr. Rong stuffed his suit jacket into her hand, turned around and rushed upstairs.

"Oh..." Jiang Peihua looked at the suit jacket in his hand, looked up and wanted to stop him, telling him that the little guy was fine, but when he thought about it, he raised his head and disappeared.

The rush to the nursery room was rushed, and the new nurse was heard coaxing the little guy from afar.

"Bang—" The half-closed door was pushed open vigorously.

The three nanny nurses who were squatting on the ground coaxing the young master in the shaking bed were all shocked when they heard the sound. After seeing the person clearly, they stood up nervously and hurriedly: "Mr. Rong, you are back."

Ignoring the three of them's greetings, Rong Shao strode to the shaking bed, saw Xiaoshuai frowning, and asked without raising his head: "How is the situation? What did the doctor say?"

As he said that, he wiped his shirt with his hands before covering the little guy's face.

The nanny did not dare to hesitate and said, "The doctor has already seen it. He said that the young marshal is just about to grow teeth, so he is anxious and likes to chew his fingers to play, and it is accompanied by occasional fever. The young marshal's fever has been basically controlled, and there is no big problem."

When the little guy saw his father, he grabbed the fingers that were touching his little face in annoyance, and then threw them aside.

Oh, I have a pretty bad temper.

When Mr. Rong heard that his son was fine, his tense nerves finally relaxed. Seeing his little hand grabbing him and throwing him away, Mr. Rong's temper also rose.

Don't let it touch, right?

Well, he just wants to touch it! Not only does he have to touch it, but he also needs to pinch it!

A long, thrown away finger returned to the little guy's tender face again, and this time it became even worse. 2 and his fingers pinched his flesh and gently pulled it to play.

"Ah...ah...ah...ahah-!" The little guy babbled and resisted his father's evil fingers, his little brows frowned tightly, as if facing a great enemy.

"Haha..." Rong Shao was happy, and pulled his little hand to his lips and kissed him.

"Yaah--!" The little guy struggled to pull his hand back, as if he was disgusted with being kissed.

"Don't let the kiss?" After kissing, Mr. Rong leaned over and kissed his face.

But the little guy struggled, and his little mouth hit Rong Shao's thin lips.

The little guy waved his little hands and struggled without knowing anything. Young Master Rong had already stood up and laughed.

"Ha...you little boy, you actually offered your first kiss so proactively..."

Smiling, he reached out to touch his tender pink face again. The little guy put his hands together and grabbed his fingers and bit it. His black eyes were staring at him very straight.

Mr. Rong exclaimed: "Fuck, you are quite strong in revenge!"

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The first day I found out that the little guy was about to grow teeth was quite peaceful.

The third day is still enough to survive.

On the fifth day, he was barely able to coax him.

On the fifteenth day, the little guy was no longer obedient.

The nursery room toy goose down round bed. There are goose down fences around it, so don’t worry that babies will fall off the bed while playing.

The little guy leaned against the fence, holding the small bottle in his hands, staring at the man in front of him with bright eyes.

As the man watched repeatedly, he pouted his mouth, frowned, and used his hands to force his hands—

"Bang..." The bottle was thrown aside.

The narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. This was the tenth time I threw the bottle!
Chapter completed!