Page 664

Little Ji didn't know what his father was talking about, and he held his legs and tried to chew them, which frightened Ji Yang so much that he shrank back.

"Is it dirty?"

"Hmm..." He looked at his father with his big round eyes, and reached out to put his chubby little hand in his mouth.

Ji Yang pulled it out.

He stuffed it again.

"Don't eat it."

"x-on:#￥..."

Zhang Ruowan came out of the shower and saw the father and son arguing. Her eyes softened, "Are you hungry?"

When Little Ji heard his mother's voice, he turned over and crawled to Zhang Ruowan.

He crawled fast and soon reached the bed.

Zhang Ruowan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly crawled to the bed, reached out to take him and held him in her arms, "Slow down, be careful not to fall."

Little Ji ran after his mother, smelling the sweet smell on his mother's body, he smiled again and hugged his mother's neck.

"Husband, make some milk powder for the baby, and go to bed after drinking." Zhang Ruowan held him, and her hands were a little tired after a while, so she could only walk to the side.

Sitting on the sofa, Zhang Ruowan asked little Ji to face her. When she lowered her head, he smiled. When he was soft and sticky and got into her arms, her heart softened.

It made people feel that it was worth it no matter how much they paid.

Ji Yang got up to make milk powder.

Little Ji could eat. He didn't need to be coaxed at all. He took the bottle and started sucking. It was empty in a short while.

When Zhang Ruowan was pregnant with him, it was very difficult. Ten months was like a year. He vomited everything he saw. How could he eat?

This child is good. He eats everything. Fortunately, he didn't learn from her.

"Give the bottle to Daddy, let's go to bed." Zhang Ruowan picked him up and kissed him again, "Baby is great."

Little Ji stretched out his chubby hand to Ji Yang, but he let go before he took it.

"Bang." He fell to the ground.

Ji Yang looked at his hand that had not been retracted, and gently hit the back of his hand, and taught him a lesson, "Give it to Dad before you let go."

Little Ji retracted his hand, pursed his lips, turned his head away from Ji Yang, hugged his mother with a wronged look, buried his head in his mother's chest, and gave his father a head back.

"Are you still angry?" Ji Yang picked up the bottle, walked around to the other side to look at his face.

Little Ji still puffed his cheeks, just pulled his little fist, hiding from his father.

"You can't throw the bottle." Ji Yang picked up the bottle and pointed, "If you throw the bottle on purpose, I will hit your hand."

After saying that, he gently patted the back of his hand.

Little Ji thought that his father had hit him again, and he was very wronged, so he quickly stretched out his hand to resist.

"Pa!"

A crisp slap sounded.

Ji Yang originally wanted to go over and talk to him nicely, but little Ji waved his hand violently and hit his father's face directly.

This hit, Ji Yang was stunned, and Zhang Ruowan swallowed his saliva.

The first to react was Little Ji, who burst into tears with a "wow", which was so tragic.

Tears were falling.

His hand hurt.

Daddy "beat" him.

"Don't cry, don't cry." Zhang Ruowan also came back to her senses, grabbed his hand, slowly touched it, and lowered her head to coax him.

Ji Yang, who was slapped, looked at Little Ji, who had red eyes and a wronged face, and looked at him and cried again.

"I also hit you with my face and made you cry, right?" Ji Yang said helplessly.

The response was Little Ji's cry.

"Baby accidentally hit Daddy's face, Daddy is also hurt, we won't cry." Zhang Ruowan kissed his little hand.

Ji Yang sighed, took the bottle to the bathroom to wash, and Zhang Ruowan's voice came from the bedroom, "Wash the baby's bottle and put it in the disinfection cabinet to disinfect it."

After washing the bottle, he put the child's clothes in the washing machine. This is a washing machine specially bought for children, and it also has a disinfection function.

After doing everything, it was already late at night.

Ji Yang walked into the bedroom, and Zhang Ruowan made a quiet gesture to him. She leaned against the head of the bed, and little Ji was leaning on her.

Zhang Ruowan patted his back gently again and again.

Little Ji had just cried miserably, and now he was sobbing, his little hands tugging at the corner of her clothes, squinting his eyes and about to fall asleep.

Ji Yang climbed onto the bed gently, fell asleep, pulled the quilt, and then closed his eyes to sleep.

When the child fell asleep, Zhang Ruowan slowly put him down, covered him with the quilt and fell asleep again, and Ji Yang did not move.

She knew he was not asleep, so she reached out and poked him.

Ji Yang pretended to be dead.

Zhang Ruowan's eyes flashed. Since the birth of the child, the two of them had communicated less, and even had sex less than a few times.

The child was making a fuss, and she got up to see it as soon as there was a little movement. In the end, Ji Yang was not interested and did not mention it again.

"Baby didn't mean it just now." She thought he was angry about this, so she explained, "I just raised my hand and touched it accidentally."

Ji Yang opposed having a child before and didn't want one. She was also afraid that he would dislike the child. In addition, she did put too much thought on the child during this period.

And he still took care of her first. As for the child, she always felt that he didn't care 100% and wouldn't coax him.

"Yeah." Ji Yang responded, without opening his eyes or speaking again.

Zhang Ruowan pondered for a while and said, "Don't be so cold. Baby likes you too much."

"I can't tell." Ji Yang turned around and turned his back to her.

Zhang Ruowan was choked by him and didn't know what to say. Zhang's father and mother were scrambling to hold the child. She was also in school because she really cared too much about the child and was always worried. She took care of the child herself whenever she had time.

This situation resulted in Ji Yang not having much time to spend with the child.

"Forget it, as long as you like it." Ji Yang sighed after saying, "Go to sleep."

He was feeling pessimistic and irritable. An unintentional action of Ji could make him think a lot.

The energy spent, the financial resources invested, the troubles brought, and the endless worries afterwards...

"What do you mean I like it? This is our child, our common child." Zhang Ruowan sat up and said seriously, "You are his father."