"Mu Yiyan, who do you want Nian An to call out the first person?"

"Me!" Mu Yiyan replied almost blurted out, "My sister Nian'an's first person to call must be me."

Yan Anxi laughed at him without hesitation: "Huh... I have only heard of the doll who learns to speak. The first person who calls me is either father or mother. I haven't heard of anyone who calls me brother."

"I teach Nian'an to call her brother every day. If she doesn't tell her to call her parents, she will definitely learn to call her brother first."

"Then I ask you, do you know, when you were as old as Nian'an, when you first started to learn to speak, was your first call, was your father or mother?"

Mu Yiyan was stunned, then spread his hands: "Mom, how do I know what happened when I was a child?"

"Who do you think you will learn to call first?"

Mu Yiyan's eyes rolled around, looked at his mother, and then at his father.

This question...is a question.

He replied that his father would be unhappy.

He replied to mom, dad... Hey, no, dad won't be unhappy.

As long as your mother is happy, your father will definitely be happy.

"It takes so long to think about it..." Yan Anxi said, "It seems that you are not sincere."

"Mom, of course it's mother." Mu Yiyan quickly replied, "Dad is so busy with work and rarely stays with me. I have been with my mother all the time. I must have learned to call my mother first, right?"

Yan Anxi put the pen down and shook his head: "Wrong! Mu Yiyan, the first one you called was dad, not mom."

Mu Yiyan himself was stunned.

"Ah? Mom, are you sure? Would you remember it wrong?"

"You ask your dad."

Mu Chi Yao was holding a pen and neatly copied the guest list in his beautiful regular script.

He had been listening to the conversation between the mother and son next to him, and a faint smile was always on the corner of his mouth.

Mu Yiyan didn't dare to ask, but he suddenly ran out: "I'm going to practice piano. After practicing piano, it's time to go to kindergarten tomorrow..."

Yan Anxi shook his head helplessly: "He is so smart and knows to avoid this problem."

Mu Chi Yao asked without raising his head while writing: "Are you still worried about this?"

"Nothing... It's just teasing him. Besides, the first one he called out was indeed Dad, and I was right."

Yan Anxi was really tired of writing. When he saw the pen, he felt sore in his hands and didn't want to pick it up again.

She held her cheek and tilted her head to watch Mu Chi Yao write.

I have to say that watching him write is a kind of enjoyment.

"What do I do?" Mu Chi Yao said, "How much have you written?"

"Not much for you."

"Then come on."

“No motivation.”

"What motivation do you want?"

"I don't know what I want either." Yan Anxi sighed, "Look at your words and then look at my words. I feel inferior... No, my words are humble."

As he spoke, Yan Anxi was amused by himself.

Mu Chi Yao didn't know what she was laughing at, so he turned his head and looked at her, suddenly put down his pen, and then said, "Come here."

Yan Anxi didn't know what he was going to do, so he leaned over to him again, almost next to him.

Mu Chi Yao frowned slightly: "Come to me."

"Ah?" Yan Anxi asked, "What are you doing?"

"Come here if you come."

Yan Anxi curled his lips: "What are you doing so fiercely... It's so wide here, what do you want to do..."

No matter how much she complained, she still moved to him obediently.

Mu Chi Yao stretched out his hand, surrounded her waist, put her on his legs, and let her sit upright.

Then he said, "Go and pick up the pen."

Yan Anxi did as he did.

"Hold it, just like when you write."

Yan Anxi did the same.

She vaguely guessed what Mu Chi Yao wanted to do: "You... do you want to teach me how to write?"

"Didn't you keep complaining that your writing is not good?"

"But it's too late to learn now..."

"You are holding the pen in a wrong way." Mu Chi Yao said, reaching out his hand and wrapping her hand, "It's like this, your fingers are a little higher...yes."

After teaching the correct pen-holding posture, Mu Chi Yao picked up a piece of white paper next to her, and taught her to write step by step.

He held her hand, and wrote the three words "Yan Anxi" on it.

It is still that beautiful and neat regular script.

Then he raised a line down, held her hand, and wrote down the three words "Mu Chi Yao".

While writing, he said in her ear: "You... you are not focused on writing a word, and you are always easily attracted by Mu Yiyan. He is only four years old, and if you are older, you can't control him."

Yan Anxi replied stubbornly: "I'm interacting with the child. No matter how busy I'm busy, I have to remember the child..."

"Yes, you're right."

Mu Chi Yao said, let go of her hand and sniffed deep on her neck.

He likes the light fragrance on her the most, which is refreshing and makes people feel like spring breeze.

Yan Anxi held the white paper with the names of two people written on it. Well, the words written by Mu Chi Yao held her hand were different.

"You make this mess, so I don't want to write..." Mu Chi Yao sighed at her neck, "Let's write it tomorrow."

"I didn't bother you. If you don't want to write, don't blame me."

"Some people's invitations can be sent by the housekeeper or others. But some people's invitations..."

"We must send it to you in person." Yan Anxi took his words, "I know."

"You want to go with me."

"Of course, can I leave you alone?"

Mu Chi Yao smiled and shaved her nose, then suddenly bent down and picked her up horizontally. Yan Anxi was so shocked that he let out a light cry and hurriedly hooked his neck.

"Today's work ends here, all that's left is rest time," Mu Chi Yao said, "Go back to the room."

Yan Anxi buried his face in his arms: "I hate it...and there are others."

"What does that matter? It's so normal for couples to do these things."

"I'm sorry..."

"Then I can do this a few more times from now on, and you will gradually get used to it."

Yan Anxi curled his lips: "Then don't get used to it... Close the door and do whatever you want. In front of outsiders, you should... be reserved, yes, reserved."

Mu Chi Yao suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Closing the door, can you do anything? OK, that's what you said." Yan Anxi quickly covered his mouth: "Why are you... raising your eyes, don't always distort my original meaning every time, okay?"
Chapter completed!