396: C396 Daddy Your Hands Are Dirty

C396 Daddy Your Hands Are Dirty

"Of course she's happy. She wants your kids to make a football team." Fu Yunchen snorted and suddenly asked, "Brother, this child you are talking about, is it Sui?"

Fu Yunchen saw that not only did the old mistress like Yan Shu, but she also loved Sui very much.

Fu Yunjian did not say anything else.

After everyone finished their barbeque, Lu Nian brought the servants to clean up the barbeque tools and very quickly cleaned up the garden. She then brought some fireworks that Fu Jingyan personally went to pick.

The fireworks tonight were even bigger and more brilliant than the fireworks last night.

The entire garden seemed to have become a scene of fireworks and fireworks.

Yan Xiaosui was very happy to see the fireworks. She rode over to Fu Yunjian's neck and watched the fireworks, sticking close to him.

Yan Shu shouted a few times with a cold face, but she did not come down.

"Aunt, are you jealous?" Yan Xiaosui blinked her big eyes at her. "Then I will come down and let uncle carry you?"

... "" Yan Shu turned around to avoid being angered by the little guy's words again.

Fu Yunjian saw all of this and could not help but laugh softly. His frustrated mood suddenly became much happier because they were by his side.

This night, before Fu Yunjian could say anything, the old mistress pulled Yan Shu's hand and let her stay. Lu Nian also spoke by the side and let Yan Shu help interview the new chef tomorrow morning.

There were people talking by her ears, making Yan Shu unable to leave and could only stay.

Not long after returning to the room, Fu Yunjian walked to Yan Xiaosui's room and knocked on the door. After waiting for the little fellow's permission, he opened the door and went in.

"Yi?" Yan Xiaosui's eyes lit up. "Uncle, why are you here?"

Fu Yunjian saw his son holding a hairdryer and blowing Yan Xiaosui's thick hair skillfully. He felt a little jealous.

Not to mention blowing his hair, his son had never given him a piece of clothing since he was young.

"Didn't you guys want to listen to your sleep stories?"

The little guy had just taken a shower and was wearing a Star Mayuzumi sleeping dress. His entire body was soft, and there was even the scent of milk on his body.

Fu Yunjian wanted to use his hand to touch Yan Xiaosui's cheek, but he was slapped away by Fu Jingyan.

"Dad, your hands are dirty. Sui just took a shower."

"Okay, okay. My hands are dirty." Fu Yunjian did not argue with his son. He bent down and sat on the carpet. "I will tell you the story before you go to bed tonight."

Yan Xiaosui was shocked. She looked at him with her eyes wide open. "Really? Uncle, what will you tell me?"

"Andersen gave birth to fairy tales. I know all of Grimm's fairy tales."

In order to tell the little guys about their sleep stories, Fu Yunjian had supplemented these fairy tales after he returned to his room last night.

"But these mommy have almost finished telling all of them." Yan Xiaosui wrinkled her little nose and asked him, "Uncle, do you know how to tell Grandpa White Beard?"

Fu Yunjian raised his hand to rub his forehead. He did not expect the little guy to catch him off guard.

"As long as you want to hear it, uncle will tell you." Fu Yunjian said as he took out his phone and quietly opened it. While the two children were not paying attention, he searched this story on Baidu.

After Fu Jingyan finished blowing Yan Xiaosui's hair, the man also quickly finished reading the story and remembered it in his mind.

He also sent a message to Yan Shu. [Tonight I will tell them the story before they sleep. ]

Yan Shu replied very quickly, [You know how to tell stories?] What kind? Don't scare the two children into having nightmares. ]2

He didn't know how to tell stories, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to learn!

Fu Yunjian felt helpless for a few seconds.

When the two little fellows climbed onto the bed and opened their eyes wide, waiting for his story, the man cleared his throat and began to tell the story before he went to bed at the speed of reading the text.

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