Because of their differences in weaving technology, Dalai was convinced that his method was more appropriate but was not supported by the second daughter. He was a little dissatisfied that his cousin had taken away some of the management rights, so he stayed with his maid at night.

Study, study, study.

It seems that it doesn’t mean that I have to be responsible for everything in this family. At least I have left room for Dalai to live. She doesn’t have to report everything to me. The girl can learn to make her own decisions occasionally and can cultivate her temper, which will help her gradually get out of that situation.

The psychological shadow imposed on her.

It's very interesting, Ying. The second daughter and even the fourth daughter all have their own unique abilities. They each have different personalities. Logically speaking, they are the ones I feel most at ease with. But only Dalai, who is usually weak, has changed. I can't say that I have any feelings. A little bit.

Lost, I laughed to myself in the darkness. Maybe Dalai was the only one who didn't regard me as someone to rely on. She always had a gap with the Wang family in her heart.

Logically speaking, this is actually more applicable to the fourth child. After all, the positions represented by the deceased are different. But for some reason, I never felt such an obvious gap when facing the fourth child. Even the fourth child, the second daughter is king, and the Chen family

I didn't even have this idea when the benefits were overwhelming me. I didn't realize it before, I just thought it was the trust between relatives. After meeting Dalai and inadvertently comparing it, I clarified the gap in my heart... I have no psychology these days.

Doctor, what a pity.

Without disturbing Dalai and the others, he walked over quietly, leaned against a tree outside the courtyard and laughed stupidly. He casually shouted to a passing woman to tell her that from now on, both masters and servants in Dalai's courtyard would add one person at night.

At this time, I was still busy with the workshop. No matter how unscrupulous I am as a boss, and no matter how rich Dalai is, I should still be considerate on this point. We cannot be simple in human relations.

"I can't sleep anymore." I had a lot of thoughts at night, so I lay there until midnight. Ying shook her side as she urged her early in the morning, "Go to the errands, don't go to the official office and go to the house to complain."

"I'll go tomorrow..." Unhappy, she turned over, stuffed her head into the pillow, stuck her butt out, and continued to sleep. Helpless, Ying pulled up the sheet and covered it for me again. While she was half asleep, a loud cry in the yard alerted people.

Ying quickly got off the kang and ran outside.

You brat, you have no future so early in the morning. It is disrespectful to cry so loudly. Ying ran out for a while and didn't stop. She howled more and more loudly. Noisy, she tried hard to let herself fall asleep again, but it backfired and she ran away.

Wu Minghuo came out, opened the quilt and threw a sheet over it, and then came out to kill him, "Urgent!"

"The baby fell down," Ying explained to me. She, the second daughter, and the fourth child were all surrounded by Jiu Jin, who was teasing her. The nanny stood beside her with a embarrassed look on her face, and kept looking at me with her panicked peripheral vision. She didn't know where to go.

To apologize beforehand, I'd better go and coax the little Marquis.

"Let me take a look." He took a few steps to push the three women away. He squatted down on the ground and was crying. His elbows and knees were covered with dirt, and some were stained on his chin. He opened his clothes and pinched his arms and legs.

The key point is that I came over and was coaxed away by the two mothers and aunts. When I was reluctant, my voice became louder.

Smelly children are born with habitual problems. Who has never fallen down as a child and cried a few times, then cried endlessly and howled endlessly. When they grow up, they will be fine. "Get up!" He glared at the three people around him.

"Go and do whatever you have to do," he stood up and pointed at the nanny, "take it away, no coaxing!"

"What are you doing!" Ying didn't understand, so she stepped forward and planned to pick up Jiujin. A little kid who was one and a half years old still knew how to look at his face. As soon as I used my temper, his crying stopped immediately, and Ying turned to face

After a lunge, Lima grinned and howled again, trying his best to get close to Ying.

"Put it down," Ying stopped, and she slipped it out to the nearest person and put it in the yard. "The nanny has taken a fancy to him. Everyone else has left. You are not allowed to cry anymore. The more you dote on him, the more energetic he will be. He will develop like Jia Baoyu."

If you raise a prodigal son, I will dance in Xingqingyang!"

"Jia Baoyu?" The fourth child kept looking at my outfit and wiped it for a long time. "Is it from the Jia family?"

"No, he's a stinking glass with hormonal imbalance. He looks like Cui Zhang, but he doesn't have the ability of the Cui family. He's like a prodigal." He glared at the fourth child, tied the sheet on his waist, and walked toward the middle of the yard.

Jiu Jin bared his teeth and said solemnly, wanting to cry, "Forget it before, from now on this child has to listen to me when it comes to discipline. No one can stop me when it's time to clean up. I have my own rules!"

"But you're a father!" Ying glared at me and pushed me into the room, "When you get up, change your clothes quickly and go to work. If you are a father, you can't expect your children to learn from you."
Chapter completed!