Love After Marriage, He Got A Free Wife

    "Are you showing the clothes to the young master in your arms?" the shopping guide asked.

    The four nodded, "Yes, this is our son."

    The eyes of the shopping guide looking at the four are not right, man? four? son?

    Is it two pairs of men? Then adopted a little guy, and then, raised them together?

    Who is the mother? Who is the father?

    In the mind of the shopping guide, a story has taken shape.

    "Get a number for my son and we'll try."

    "Sir, children's clothes are inconvenient to try on. Do you know what size children usually wear?"

    The four men looked at each other, "Why don't you try it? I'm afraid we won't buy it if we try it? You can take the number, and we'll buy it after you try it."

    Shopping guide: "Actually, tell me the size, and we can pick up the clothes."

    Yan Zhenyu: "We don't know the size either."

    Oh, it looks like I just adopted.

    The shopping guide looked at the little guy's clothes, and they were all good, "I can take a look now."

    The cries caused the customers around to look back frequently, four big men hugged, coaxed, and teased, their heads were about to explode.

    If he dared to change someone else, he wouldn't listen, and he wouldn't give face to coaxing people, the four of them would have turned their faces and cleaned up that person long ago.

    Unfortunately, today I am holding a "son" in my arms!

    After a while, when changing clothes, another torture began.

    The four people hugged and coaxed offerings, and later the shopping guide put on new clothes for the little guy.

    There was an experience, a few people decided not to try clothes on the little guy again.

    In the toy store, the little guy saw something, "Buy it!"

    What the little hand touched, "Buy!"

    Seeing other children driving the toy car, Yan Zhenyu pointed at the toy car, "Pack it up."

     Walking out of the fifth baby shop, all four were tired.

    The little guy was still grinning and humming in his arms.

    Yan Zhenyu wiped the little guy's tears with his hands, Bai Chen immediately took out a tissue, "Don't wipe with your hands, there are bacteria on your hands, use a tissue to wipe your son's tears."

    Nangong Zi opened the package of wet wipes, "The paper is still abrading our son's skin, so we have to use wet wipes."

    Zhen Xi: "Didn't you listen to your mother, the wipes are for our son to wipe his buttocks, how can we wipe away tears."

    Yan Zhenyu asked, "Did you say it?"

    Bai Chen recalled, "I guess you said it?"

    Nangong Zi also nodded vaguely, "It seems like he said something."

    Yan Zhenyu called President Jiang later, "What should my son use to wipe his tears?"

    Mr. Jiang: “…”

    After listening to the four people's arguments, Jiang Chenyu: "Why don't you chop off your hands."

    In a mall with air conditioning, a little guy and four men were sweating.

    Children's Paradise area, where children play slides, when the four of them went in with the little guy in their arms, "Sir, the children are too young to play on the slides and jump on the bed."

    Bai Chen wanted to argue with others, "Our son is young, so why can't we play, can the four of us as fathers watch from the side?"

    The ticket salesman looked at the four people and was at a loss for words.

    Not much nonsense, Nangong Zi, who was accustomed to rampant behavior, asked directly: "Call your manager out and ask where you bought this equipment. Don't let our son play, we buy ready-made products at home. of."

    When he left, the little guy pouted again.

    At one o'clock, the sun is shining brightly. I don't know what's going on, the little guy kept crying and couldn't be coaxed well. Coaxing just now, he can still be cute for a while, now he is holding Yan Zhenyu's face and chewing, Bai Chen is excited: "Look, why does my son kiss Lao Yan, let me hug him, he has to kiss me too ."

    Whoever hugs, the little guy gnaws.

    A few people are still silly and happy, Nangong Zi felt something was wrong, "Why does the child keep crying?"

    Bai Chen: "Has he cried less since morning?"

    Yan Zhenyu also felt something was wrong, "No, he didn't kiss us. When Xiaoshan-jun kissed President Jiang, he smiled. Why did he cry to us?"

    The four looked at the little guy puzzled.

    Nangongzi looked at the children walking by the roadside, with milk jugs on his back, he suddenly reacted and immediately shouted, "Damn, we didn't feed our son milk powder!"

    As soon as these words came out, the four were stunned.

    "Get back in."

    After I went back, I panicked to find the little guy's feeding bottle. The four big men were crowded in the car. They were uncomfortable and panic. stood out with the canvas bag given by Gu Nuannuan.

    On the hood of the car, there are things of the little guy.

    The four were in a hurry, "How much milk powder do you feed?"

    "Add water or milk powder first? Xiaobai, hurry up and check the parenting blogger with your mobile phone."

    Yan Zhenyu hugged the crying little guy horizontally, hugged him in his arms, distressed, "Hurry up."

    "This hot water is too hot, it's scalding my son, Lao Zhen, go to the supermarket and buy a bottle of cold water to mix it with."

    The four big men have a clear division of labor, but they still can't take care of a child.

    Passers-by turned their heads to look at a few people, one was curious, the second time was to see the looks of the four, and when they looked back again, they felt that something was wrong.

    The four were obviously not taking care of the child. The child was still crying.

    Passers-by stepped forward and asked: "Hey, what are you doing?"

     "While you were going, didn't you see the milk powder for my son?"

    "Whose son of you?"

    Bai Chen said impatiently: "You care who our son is."

    Several people's awkward techniques made passers-by stop and watch more.

    Nangong Zi hurriedly handed the bottle to the little guy. For the first time, the little guy didn't throw the bottle. sucked up.

    The four finally breathed a sigh of relief.

    The panic on their backs and the high temperature of 37 degrees made several people's shirts wet.

    "You four, what does it have to do with this child?" Before the people left, they looked at the four and asked.

    Yan Zhenyu: "Who are you?"

    "I'm just a passerby. I don't think you can take care of the child. It's definitely not the child's parents. What about the child's parents?"

    Yan Zhenyu: "It should have nothing to do with you."

    Passers-by took out their mobile phones, "Where did you get this child? If you don't make it clear, I will call the police."

    Bai Chen pointed back at himself, looked at the uncle who was pulling in front of him, and asked, "Uncle, do you see clearly, are we like human traffickers?"

    "I didn't say you were human traffickers. I suspect you now. This child was bought from human traffickers." The child cried for a long time, and the cry was heard from far away. If the biological parents were around, the child would definitely not be so sad.

    "Buying and selling is the same crime! If you don't explain where this child came from, let's meet at the police station."

    The little guy was holding the feeding bottle and was just trying to fill his stomach. He didn't care what trouble his crying brought to the four godfathers.