"Hey, hey, Qi Mo'er, come here and help me!"
Qi Mo, who was washing dishes, poked his head out of the kitchen and saw Huan Huan hugging his son and coaxing him hurriedly.
Qi Mo shook his head. This monkey has not changed at all after all these years. His voice is as good as ever... Well... As good as ever.
"Hey Qi Mo'er, what are you doing? Come here quickly. This little ancestor is too difficult to deal with. I won't take care of this little kid for you anymore..."
Putting down the rag in his hand, Qi Mo walked towards the living room. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart again, how noisy this big and small one was.
Taking Qi Xiaomo from Xu Zhenghuan's hand, judging from how he kept crying, it was time to change his diaper. He put Qi Xiaomo on the sofa, opened the diaper, and said, "Hey, what are you talking about?"
"Ouch, why is the grass smelling so bad!!! Qi Mo, what did you feed him? This kid's daddy must be a bit smelly! Ahhhhhhhh why should I give birth to a son and raise him!"
"Shut up, or you can change it." Qi Mo looked back at Xu Zhenghuan, took a deep breath, and comforted himself while changing his diaper: Don't be angry, don't be angry, my wife, I chose it, I chose it, I deserve it, I deserve it. Baby, mine, mine, follow me, follow me, I deserve it, I deserve it.