My Husband With Scholar Syndrome - Chapter 82

When the white family was born, they often cried, crying hungry, crying thirsty, and crying for no reason.格 @ 格 @ 党 小说 Crying during the day and crying at night, crying at all times. Such irregularities and constant emergencies upset his father.

“Why are you crying all the time?” Shirakawa glared angrily at the baby crying in the stroller.

“Wow wow ~~” Bai Xiaozi not only cried, but also spit as he cried.

Shirakawa’s fetishism occurred, and he took out a paper towel and began to saliva: “Your mother also liked drooling as a child.”

“Wow wow ~~” Bai Xiaozi continued to cry, drool continued to flow, and Shirakawa continued to rub. This cycle goes on and on, I don’t know how long it took, and finally tired of crying with a small white dumpling, and ended up falling asleep again.

Shirakawa’s noisy brain hurt, and he felt that he hated the little fart a little.

“This is your son. Don’t hate him.”

Shirakawa remembered his wife’s admonition and felt that he had to do something to maintain his affection for his son, so he stretched out his fingers to poke the little white dumpling who just fell asleep. Bai Xiaotuan opened a pair of almond eyes that resemble his mother. Shirakawa just felt better. Waking up, Bai Xiaotuan cried again.

Shirakawa’s face was positive, and he took the newly opened pack of paper towels in his hands, and waited.

“Wow wow ~~” Bai Xiaotuan cried continuously, and finally woke up sleeping Mu Xiaoya.

“What are you doing?” Mu Xiaoya walked into the baby room.

“Wipe the saliva.” Shirakawa raised his tissue in his hand.

“…” Mu Xiaoya was speechless for a moment. In the past, she hugged the child and cobbled twice, and Bai Xiaotuan stopped crying immediately. After coaxing the child to fall asleep, Mu Xiaoyacai and Shirakawa said, “After the baby cries, hug him like I did just now, and he will soon stop crying.”

“What about the drool?”

“Wait until the baby is asleep.”

“Oh.” Shirakawa nodded obediently.

“And … when the baby is asleep, you are not allowed to poke him.” Don’t think she didn’t see the red dot on the baby’s face, Shirakawa must have poked quietly again.

“Oh.” It was a little reluctant.

“……” Suddenly Mu Xiaoya was tired, or she would go back to the villa to confine.

After a few months, the Bai Family’s little corps would crawl, wrapped in small wet butts, crawling around the room, seeing everything is fresh, make it here, pull it there, and wink in a blink of an eye. Can turn the world upside down. Shirakawa hurriedly bought a large fence and circled the Bai family’s small group in the fence.

“Play inside, don’t come out,” Shirakawa ordered.

An unknown Bai family grabbed a building block, held a fat hand, and threw it out of the fence. Shirakawa saw it, picked it up and threw it back. The white family’s little dumplings suddenly thought that Dad was going to play with himself, and he was happier when he lost it, and he was like a hot wheel with flexible hands. Shirakawa immediately became angry, stepped into the fence, and put away all the toys of the Bai family.

“Wow wow ~~” Bai Xiaotuan, who couldn’t get out without toys, was crying.

Shirakawa, who has already had incomparable fighting experience, pulled out the earphones he had prepared, put them on, and watched his son cry.

Cry, wait until you’re finished crying, and then saliva you.

Mu Xiaoya, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard the cry and came in. Seeing her son was so miserably bullied by his father, she suddenly became angry: “Why did you put away your baby’s toys?”

“He littered.” Shirakawa didn’t think he was wrong.

“Then you play with him.” Mu Xiaoya confiscated the headphones. When a son was crying, the father looked on with headphones on. “Put the blocks together and eat.”

Shirakawa grunted his lips, turned the blocks back out, and sat in the fence to fight them. Every time he was about to fight well, Bai Xiaotuan was either a kick or a palm, and hula la fell to the ground, and the angry Shirakawa wanted to cry. However, Mu Xiaoya had to let him fight for the building blocks. He had to continue to fight, and Bai Xiaotuan continued to demolish happily: This new game was so fun, and Dad’s face turned red.

Shirakawa was angry, so he pressed his son in one hand and continued to build blocks with one hand.

Mu Xiaoya, who cooked the meal, came back to see this scene and said silently: “It is not for you to spell, it is for you to teach your baby.”

Shirakawa looked at the chubby dumplings who kept kicking in his arms, seriously doubting that he would not be able to eat for a short time. However, this IQ seems to follow his wife-in-law, but he can find another “merit” like his wife-in-law.

So shortly afterwards, the Bai family who learned to walk and talk, started to fight Lego.

At the age of two, Bai Xiaotuo began to prepare for her into kindergarten. She bought many educational books and cards for preschool children and taught them at home.

“Come, let’s count.” Mu Xiaoya counted with his son, “1234567 … what’s behind?”

“7 … 8910 …” The chubby dumplings counted one by one with their little paws.

“Awesome, our baby is so smart.” Mu Xiaoya suddenly took a call and threw her son to Shirakawa. “Xiaochuan, you teach the baby to count.”

Shirakawa sat opposite his son, staring at Bai Xiaotuan, “What’s behind the ten?”

Bai Xiaozi shook his head, saying he didn’t know.

Shirakawa started to teach counting: “Behind eleven, then twelve, master the law and continue counting to one hundred.”

“…” The two-year-old boy said he didn’t understand the rules.

“Why are you so stupid?” Shirakawa was telling the truth with his IQ.

Bai Xiaotuan, who doesn’t quite understand his father’s language, has to bear it. After another half year, Bai Xiaotuan was finally able to count smoothly to one hundred, and found the law.

“I found the pattern. I think I can count to a thousand.” Bai Xiaotuan announced loudly.

“Baby is awesome.”

“Baby is so smart.”

“Baby is amazing.”

Under the rainbow farts of grandparents grandparents, Bai Xiaotuan proudly raised his small breasts.

“Three hundred counted for three years, stupid.”

Shirakawa, who had never been suspected of being abandoned by his family, also received three white eyes.

“Wow wow ~~” The little puppet of the Bai family who was just proud and cried into his grandmother’s arms. He learned to count a hundred in three years. If you think about it, he feels stupid.

“What a cry, our family is rich, it doesn’t matter if you are stupid.” Bai Yan comforted.

White parents squint: Are you sure this is comforting?

“Ah … Uncle also learned to count when he was three years old.” Bai Yan opened his eyes and talked nonsense. (He doesn’t remember anyway.)

Bai’s parents: …

Bai Xiaotuan: It turns out that Uncle is the same as himself.

Shirakawa: It turns out that Big Brother is also so stupid, but it seems to be quite profitable.

A few months later, the white kid who always felt like a fool went to kindergarten, and then found that the whole kindergarten’s buddies were fools.

“Wow, you are so good. The castle has been assembled so quickly.”

“Wow, you are so good, you can write your own name.”

“Wow, you are so good, even 12 plus 12 can be calculated.”

After being praised by the little friends, the Bai Family’s small group fell in love with the kindergarten. He finally found the organization again after the uncle.

Three months after Bai Xiaotuan entered the kindergarten, he had the same question as most children, that is, how he came to this world.

He ran to ask his father, “Daddy, how did I get here?”

“Can’t tell you,” Shirakawa replied.

“Why?” The little boy was more curious.

“Because … your mother said that it is not appropriate for children to come here,” Shirakawa replied rigorously.

What is not suitable for children?

Bai Xiaotuan went on to ask his mother, “Mom, what is not suitable for children?”

“Who asked you to ask?” Mu Xiaoya froze.

“I asked Dad where I came from, and Dad said that the process of my coming was not suitable for children.” Bai Xiaotuan replied with a full score.

“Shirakawa, what are you talking about your child?” Mu Xiaoya Qi went back to the house to train Shirakawa and perfunctoryly said, “You are an angel’s gift to mom.”

“Why shouldn’t angels give gifts to children?” Bai Xiaotuan asked.

“…” Mu Xiaoya could not persevere, offering a omnipotent answer, “I will know when you grow up.”

When Bai Xiaotuan was four years old, Shirakawa and Mu Xiaoya had a wedding. Bai Xiaotuan wears a pure white suit with a swallow tail behind his butt, holding a small flower basket in his hand, and sprinkles flowers all the way. His partner is a little girl one year younger than him, Fang Hui Aunt’s daughter.

“Small white dumplings, how about my sister to be your daughter-in-law in the future?” Fang Hui teased the small dumplings.

“What is your wife?” Bai Xiaotuan asked.

“Your mother is your father’s daughter-in-law.” Fang Hui said.

“Then let your sister kiss me.”

“Hey, you little boy, you’ll take advantage of yourself when you’re less than four years old. This is neither like Mumu nor Shirakawa. Who the **** do you look like?”

Bai Tuanzi thought of an uncle who was just as stupid as he was, “Like an uncle.”

“It turns out Baiyun is this kind of person?” Fang Hui was stunned.

Bai Yan could not help but sneezed, and glanced over in doubt.

Looking at the lively Liang Nuonuo, he came over and asked, “Why must I kiss you before I become a wife?”

“Because Dad likes to kiss his mother, he must be kissed and hated before he can be a daughter-in-law.” Bai Xiaotuan replied scrupulously.

“Don’t say anything, it makes sense,” Liang Nuo-nuo looked at Fang Hui, “or else, let your daughter give a kiss.”

“Go and go, how do you be a godmother.” Liang Nuo Nuo is the godmother of Fang Hui’s daughter.

“Compared to you, my daughter gave it to her son.” Liang Nuo Nuo.

“I was kidding.” Fang Hui was reluctant.

“Wow ~~~” The little girl in a princess dress suddenly cried.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Fang Hui asked holding her daughter.

“Brother … bit me.” The little girl’s trembling fingers pointed at Bai Xiaotuan.

“Goddam, my sister will cry as soon as she kisses her. Don’t be a concubine, be a sister.” Bai Xiaotuan’s face was distressed.

“…” Fang Hui looked up.