Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

When he was in China, he washed his clothes.

He turned his head expressionlessly: “I will now. ”

Night Cold: “...”

Night Cold did not speak, put the toothbrush and towel in front of the sink.

After a moment, Straight Night Cold opened the closet.

If Ye Zheng were here, he would not be surprised to speak. In the closet of Shi Night Cold, it was all children's clothes and even some toys!

Simon silently took out a set of pajamas and placed them in front of the bed.

“Come here.”

Night Cold stood by the sink, facing the hallway.

The audible voice and the hall did not hesitate to walk to the side of Shi Night Cold.

Soon, Simon took out his hair dryer, turned on the slight wind, and gently blew his hair in the hall.

“Dad, you won't use a hairdryer. ”

She frowned slightly, why the hot wind in the hair dryer blew on his face.

“First time. ”

There is no expression on the frozen side of the night.

“Then how do you dry your hair?” Asked Tang Tang.

However, Straight Night Cold did not answer the question, and after blowing his hair dry, he took the hall towards the bedroom.

Shortly afterwards, Straight Night Cold picked up the pajamas on the bed and handed them to the hall.

“Will you wear it?” Straight Night Cold asked.

“No.” He stared at the man in his hand and actually had some cute pajamas, his eyebrows tinkled and his face disgusted.

Immediately, Shi Nightcold glanced at the pajamas in his hand, his eyebrows slightly flashed, he clearly picked them for him according to the little guy's previous preferences.

He loved wearing these pajamas when he was in China.

Instead of waiting for the hall to continue opening, Straight Night Cold turned to the closet and opened it.

“Select.”

Night's chill faded open.

“Too high to see.” Tang Tang Dao.

Simon stood in silence for a moment, then squatted down and lifted the hall.

“Pick.” Straight Night Cold continued.

……

Ultimately, the hall chose a fairly normal set of pajamas.

At this time, Shi Nightcold's phone rang and Ye Zheng called.

“Hey, baby! ”

There was a soft, sweet sound coming from the phone.

Mother's voice was heard in the hall at the tip of her ear, and her little ear stood up and sat far from the cold of the night. At this moment, she rushed towards the cold of the night.

Night Cold glanced at the little guy and gave his son a "Your mother called me” look, and he answered the phone, “Hello? ”

The little guy saw, the parchment suddenly drummed and looked at the man with dissatisfaction.

At the end of the phone, Ye Zheng said, “My brother sent the council! I told my parents I sent the house to a teacher, so you could spend some time with the house. ”

Night Cold: “Okay. ”

In the eyes of his son's complaint, Straight Night Cold turned on the amplification and squatted down.

On the other side of the phone, Ye Zheng asked uncomfortably, "How are you getting along? ”

Night Cold: “We got along fine. ”

Hall of Fame: "No, I'm not. Dad's lying. ”

Then he started complaining to his mother about how he didn't eat well and how he didn't even blow his hair.

Night Cold: “…”

Ye Qiang: “…”

The scene was a little awkward at one time.

Ye Qiao's tone was helpless: “I thought you had experience with children in China...”

Straight Night Cold: “... I also thought I had experience. ”

But the truth is the exact opposite of what he imagined.

What the hell gave him the illusion that the kid was good with it?

But when I was there, it was clear that it was very good...