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

Fu Shiting couldn't understand what Ziqiu meant, so he asked Mrs. Zhang.

"He wants you to throw the ball out, and he picks 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 owner throwing the ball out, let the dog take it back.

Never thought his son would like to play this too.

However, his son played the role of a dog.

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

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

After a while, Sheng Bei sent Yun Xiaoxiao back.

Sheng Bei saw their father and son playing with a ball, and couldn't help but tease: "It's really warm and touching! Shi Ting, you're more slippery than my mother walking the dog with your child!"

Fu Shiting's face suddenly turned gloomy.

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

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

Sheng Bei watched her back disappear in front of him, with a confused and aggrieved face: "Your sister's temper is too big?! What I said to you just now was a joke... How could she take it seriously! We joke around like this all the time!"

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

Sheng Bei opened his mouth, trying to explain that he didn't want to insult Ziqiu cute.

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

Sheng Bei: "...Goodbye!" Just talk, why do you suddenly dazzle your son?

After Sheng Bei left, Mrs. Zhang took Zi Qiu to take a bath.

Fu Shiting went upstairs.

Rila and Xiaohan are already asleep.

Qin Anan took pajamas in the master bedroom, ready to take a bath.

Seeing Fu Shiting come in, she immediately gave him his pajamas: "How does it feel to play with my son? I can hear my son's laughter upstairs."

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

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

He stood at the door of the bathroom and looked at her: "Can you make advance notice?"

"No. You go wash up! I'm a little tired."

He entered the bathroom and closed the bathroom door.

Because she said she was a little tired, he came out of the shower within fifteen minutes.

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

"It's hard not to wash your hair these days, isn't it?" she asked.

"Well, when can I wash? My wound is not sore anymore."

"wait a few more days."

"Then I won't go out next time." He couldn't stand his image anymore.

"You go to work on the seventh day of the first year, and you wash in the morning of the seventh day?"

"You want me to go to work so much?" He planned to go to work after the Lantern Festival.

"You don't go to work on the seventh day?" She looked at him with a puzzled expression, "If you don't go to work on the seventh day, then you will be home alone." JrNovels.com