Leilei's little head was slight.

What's wrong with their son? He hugged a piece of wrong clothes like a treasure. Ning Yunxi could not bear it with his son anyway, so he turned around and walked out to respect his son's ideas.

"Look, your mother was so angry that she was gone by you." Meng Chenhao blinked at his son and said.

Leilei flattened his two little mouths: I know, but I want this dress~

"Tell dad, why?" Meng Chenhao said.

"Mom, for Leilei-" Leilei raised a small finger.

This is the first piece of clothing my mother made for Leilei, and Leilei likes it the most.

"Okay." Meng Chenhao understood his son's thoughts. It was like his wife made him the first cake. No matter how unpleasant it was, he would feel it delicious, and even wanted to cherish the cakes for Ksitigarbha for the rest of his life.

After carrying his son to his arms, Meng Chenhao said to his son: "Dad to help you wash, let's wash together."

Dad had the same thoughts as him. Leilei was so happy that his little eyes were glowing, and he looked at his dad with a cute little head.

So Ning Yunxi discovered that when her husband came back, not only did he not help her get the wrong clothes back, but he also established a father-son alliance. The father and son took a basin to the balcony, and sat on a bench to wash the wrong clothes she made. This—

Leilei's little hand wiped the clothes made by his mother with a small soap, and then picked up the clothes with his father and rubbed them. While washing the clothes, Leilei and his father interacted with his father with the look that only understood between father and son.

Meng Chenhao put it on his son's little ear and said, "If you want to wear it, wait and notice while your mother is away."

Leilei's little brains: Dad, I understand~

The wife coughed from behind, and Meng Chenhao immediately turned around and pretended to say to his son: "Don't make your mother angry, do you know?"

Leilei received the look from the corner of his father's eyes and continued to light his little head: Dad, I understand~

Ning Yunxi was already out of breath and turned around and walked out.

In the girl's room, Meng Chenxi helped her sister hang up the scarf given by Cao Deying today. Then, since she had never made a scarf and had no experience, she didn't know how to tie knots.

Ning Yunxi happened to see him by and walked in to instruct them on how to fiddle with the scarf.

Meng Chencheng touched the scarf on his neck and said, "Can I wear this thing?"

Why can't it be? Ning Yunxi and Meng Chenxi couldn't understand the little girl's thoughts.

What Meng Chencheng thought was that the Shen mother and daughter I saw at school this afternoon felt that only people like that could wear such a beautiful silk scarf. A Mao girl she said was a furry girl, isn’t it strange to wear this thing?

"I like red scarves." Meng Chencheng said his inner thoughts. He felt that the red scarves matched her the best little girl, and the other beautiful scarves were not very good.

"Who doesn't like beautiful people, Xiao Wu." Meng Chenxi said to her sister.

Are you five years younger than you are still not as good as you love to be beautiful? As Grandma Meng said, the youngest girl in this family always seems to be unable to grow up, and she doesn't know she is a girl, her words and deeds are like boys, and she has no girl's consciousness at all.

"It was Xiao Si who brought you up." Meng Chenxi said with a wrinkled nose.

Meng Chenjun outside the door heard it and immediately shouted: "What's the matter with me? I'm holding a skirt for Xiaowu, she doesn't even wear it."
Chapter completed!