During the process of pulling daddy, Xiaopingan has a special habit:

"It stinks so much, daddy stinks so much, it really stinks!"

"Well--come out hard, I'm a little aww!"

"Well - my sister is a big baby and a big daddy, and I am a little daddy!"

"Well - I have to work hard, because after I finish peeing, my stomach won't hurt anymore!"

Yan Qiao was stunned again!

Also, is there such a doll?

Does Baba need to recite a mantra?

Finally finished!

Yan Qiao wipes Xiao Ping An's butt, and the smell from up close is even more wonderful!

Ouch!

What are you doing after snatching a cub? Ah? What are you doing!

Wouldn't it be better to wait until he grows up to rob him?

At least, you have to wait until you are seven years old!

That would be much easier!

Just like that, Xiaopingan refused to let him go and invited his grandfather to watch his "Golden Mountain" together:

"Grandpa, look, the daddy that came out of An An is very big, is there any?"

"Yes! Yes! An'an is a strong man of steel!" Yan Qiao said perfunctorily, and when he pressed it, the shit was washed away.

Xiaopingan suddenly burst into tears: "My shit daddy! It's gone! You pay for my shit daddy!"

Yan Qiao was completely shattered!

"Son, if you don't wash the shit away, why don't you keep it and watch it all night?"

"My shit daddy! I want to see it! Mom said that you can tell whether An An is sick or not by looking at the shit daddy. You should take a look too!"

Is such a big child a devil?

Why are you thinking so strangely?

"Don't cry, don't cry! Grandpa will give you another piece of cake to play with, okay?"

"No, I want my shit, I want that shit, you pay for my shit!"

Yan Qiao collapsed and gave the servant outside the door a look and ordered:

"Bring me a piece of big leba, hurry up!"

…

Two minutes later.

The toilet flushes, boom!

A large piece of lobster inside was taken away.

Xiaopingan giggled, was held in Yan Qiao's arms, clapped his hands and shouted:

"It's fun! It's fun! An An wants to play!"

In the heart of Yan Qiao, there is the tradition of the older generation working hard and cherishing food.

In this large area of ​​​​Lieba, Yanqiao has made an exception.

Another piece? That is absolutely impossible!

He endured his bad temper and said firmly:

"Papa can only poop once a day, and you can only flush it once!"

Xiao Ping'an's amber peach blossom eyes blinked, then suddenly bent up to smile, all in a joke:

"Grandpa, this is not daddy, this is bread, hahaha!"

Yan Qiao:......-_-||

Do you know you want to waste food?

"Grandpa, my great-grandmother said that if you waste food, you will be spanked. Just wait for my great-grandmother to spank you!"

Xiaopingan said, covering his mouth with his little fleshy hand, hey hey hey!

When Yan Qiao was a child, the memory of being chased by Mrs. Si and having her shoes kicked came to mind instantly.

When he thought about his godmother saying that she wanted to chase Mosca, Yan Qiao felt bad.

His emotions could no longer be suppressed in an instant:

"Boy! This is obviously what you want to play for, don't try to put the blame on me!"

Yan Qiao’s voice is huge!

Xiao Ping'an's mouth tightened, his eyes closed, he raised his head and cried:

"Grandpa is cruel to me! Grandpa is annoying! An An wants a mother! Mom—"

Yan Qiao slapped his forehead in annoyance, "This kid is really amazing!"

For the next half hour, Xiaopingan kept crying.

Yan Qiao is just like the senior brother who was put under a curse, so hopeless!

The most terrible thing is that the little guy insists on being held by him, and no one wants to get rid of him!

Even if Sarah comes and Xiaopingan recognizes his great-grandpa, he is not willing to let him go.

Sarah wanted to laugh at the side, but tried her best to hold it back and said:

"Baby, you are falling asleep. You were like this too when you were a child."

"No! I'm not! Don't even think about taking the opportunity to discredit me!" Yan Qiao denied Sanlian.

That posture is just like when two countries are facing each other, General Yan must lose and not lose.

His voice was a bit high, which woke up Xiao Ping An, who was slightly sleepy.

A new round of howling is ready to go.

Yan Qiao immediately hugged the doll, twisted his body awkwardly, and walked around.

His funny look almost made the maid beside him laugh.

However, no one dared to show it, so who would let this be the "tyrant" General Yan?

The Soviet Union is facing disintegration, and various forces have already emerged within the huge country.

A certain party that Yan Qiao supports is also a party that is ready to make a move.

Since ancient times, no matter which country, no matter what form of rebellion, there must be an army as a backing.

Political power comes from the barrel of a gun.

…

The little guy finally fell asleep, but Yan Qiao couldn't let go.

Whenever he tried to put the child into the mattress, Xiaoping would close his eyes and howl.

Yan Qiao tried several times but failed.

Just like that, Yan Qiao was holding the explosive bag and stiffly holding the grandson he had snatched, unable to do anything.

It's only nine o'clock!

Under normal circumstances, Yan Qiao has to deal with official duties, close the stall at 10 o'clock, wash up, and lie in bed to read poetry before going to bed.

Today, everything is in chaos!

Regardless of the fighting nation's tough character, in fact, everyone loves poetry.

Sarah, Yan Qiao, is a light weapons master and an army general.

I also love poetry.

Sara smiled and looked at the scene of her son holding her grandson, and said softly:

"The little baby has come to a strange environment, so he probably doesn't feel safe."

"Qiao, he hugged you and didn't let go because he felt it was safer to be around you."

"Children have animal instincts, and they rely on feeling to distinguish between danger and safety."

"It's just like when you were sent back to me by your mother just after you turned one year old."

"At that time, you didn't feel safe. You were in the arms of your mother Ji, and you didn't want anyone..."

Yan Qiao seemed unwilling to mention this and said in a deep voice:
To be continued...