Xin Yi hung up the phone and threw it on the bed. She continued to stare at the cupboard and thought about where she put her clothes.
When he couldn't find it, he went out and stood upstairs and asked loudly:
"Tang Jinteng, where did you put my change of clothes?"
"Wait a minute, I'll get it for you."
Tang Jinteng went upstairs with his daughter in his arms, and put the clothes with him. They had been put together a few days ago, but she didn't let her take them, so she didn't know.
"The clean clothes you wear at home are all here. The clothes you wear when going out are here. The sportswear is over there. The underwear is here. Remember, don't look for it again when you can't find it next time. Hmm
?" Tang Jinteng held his daughter easily with one hand and pointed to his wife with the other.
They are divided into categories and tidied up very neatly. This is a typical obsessive-compulsive disorder of this man. The room must be dirty but not messy.
Xin Yi often throws away clothes, towels, etc. one second ago, but then goes back to pick them up later and can't find them. This makes my aunt always feel like she is throwing things away.
Regarding this matter, Tang Jinteng also had something to say. He felt that this woman was still young and kept putting things randomly. She was told how many times to put the same kind of things where to put them, but she just didn't listen and kept throwing them around. She was messing around.
If you throw it away and he can't see it, of course it has to be collected. Shouldn't it be put on display there?
Tang Jinteng said seriously, and Xin Yi reluctantly nodded.
She felt that this person was very serious about telling her this every time, but when she needed to get something, the place changed again, so she just muddle along with his seriousness, and when she couldn't find anything, she just called him.
When Tang Jinteng waited for Xin Yi to come out of the bathroom, he knew that she couldn't find the towel to wipe her hair. The towels had to be washed every day before taking them into the bathroom. But didn't she just come back from outside today? The towels she needed were still on the balcony on the second floor.
hanging on.
When Xin Yi entered the bathroom, Tang Jinteng held his daughter and took the towels and their clothes in. The servants in the new building were only responsible for the gardening construction and maintenance of the garden, as well as the cleaning of the new building, like
Unless there are special clothes that need to be handled separately, there is no need to leave the owner's clothes.
There are only two servants working here, one in the kitchen and the other in charge of cleaning.
Regardless of the large number of people in the family during this period, when the little baby grows up, the nutritionist and two caregivers will be fired, and there will be fewer people in the new building. By then, Xinyi will need to do many things by herself.
Tang Jinteng came in with the towel that had been warmed by the sun, put his daughter on her crib, folded the clothes and put them in the cupboard, and put incense and other things.
Xin Yi's nose is quite sensitive, so if there is smell on her clothes, she basically doesn't need to wear them.
"Tang Jinteng, where did you put the towel?" Xin Yi shouted from inside.
Tang Jinteng knocked on the door with a towel, and Xin Yi quickly said, "Don't come in. Just stand there and I'll get it. I'm not even dressed yet."
Tang Jin and Teng stood at the door as he said. Soon the door opened a crack, and Xin Yi's little face reddened by the heat was exposed. She stretched out her wet hand, took the towel, and closed the door.
"Thank you, Mr. Tang." Xin Yi shouted muffledly inside.
Tang Jinteng adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner and played with his daughter. When Xinyi came out, Tang Jinteng turned sideways and said:
"come over."
Xin Yi walked toward Tang Jinteng with her head wet. Tang Jinteng kicked the candy-colored plastic stool at her feet. Xin Yi sat down directly. Tang Jinteng wiped her hair with a towel. Everything was so natural and there was no sense of violation.
Tang Jinteng said in a low voice, "Let's get a haircut this weekend. It's too hot."
"Oh, okay." Xin Yi doesn't care, it doesn't matter whether it's long or short.
After her hair was almost dry, she used a hairdryer to blow it. Xin Yi pushed Tang Jinteng and said, "Can't you blow it with cold air? It's so hot."
"The cold wind blows and my head hurts. How can you use the cold wind to blow your steaming hot body?" Tang Jinteng whispered.
Xin Yi lay on Tang Jinteng's lap, reaching out to tease her daughter.
The small bed was a bit high, and Xin Yi couldn't reach the small breast dumplings when she lay down. No, she was rude, stretched out her daughter's clothes and dragged them in front of her. She didn't know where she was pulling them, so she raised her head and looked.
Looking at her daughter, her agate-like eyes facing each other, Xin Yi smiled at her daughter. The baby didn't give her face, her chubby face wrinkled, and she cried loudly "Wow".
The next moment, Tang Jinteng's finger hit the back of Xin Yi's head. Xin Yi turned around with a cry of pain and stared at Tang Jinteng.
"What are you doing?"
"Do you treat Shi Qi as a doll?"
Still delaying?!
The child is alive, but she also knows pain. Little beast, is this what a mother does?
Xin Yi gritted her teeth, "I just want to see her."
Tang Jinteng patted his daughter's back gently with his side hand. The little baby gradually stopped crying and rolled her little body away from her mother, feeling that her mother was not a good person.
The little breasted dumpling started to roll, but it couldn't roll anymore. It lay on the bed, humming, probably because it was exerting force. If it couldn't get up, it simply stopped moving. It bit the quilt with its mouth open, feeling depressed.
Hum hum, no matter how her mother teases her, she still won't be fooled.
Xin Yi felt depressed. She had only been away for two days, and her father had taught this little guy a bad lesson. It seemed that she would have to take her daughter with her when going out in the future, lest her father instigate their mother-daughter relationship.
Tang Jinteng blew on Xin Yi's hair and smoothed it gently. He didn't cut such good hair during confinement. Isn't it a pity to cut it now?
"Mr. Tang, are you okay?" Xin Yi was sweating all over and her back was wet again. Well, this bath was in vain.
"It's almost there, don't be in a hurry." Tang Jinteng said calmly.
Xin Yi rolled her eyes, yes, he didn't need to be anxious, but she was.
After blowing her hair, Tang Jinteng stroked Xin Yi's long hair and whispered:
"How about braiding your hair?"
Tang Jinteng saw her tidying up her hair at noon, and thought it looked good. He had never seen her braid her hair before, and it was new to her for the first time.
"Um."
Xin Yi reached for her hair with her backhand. Tang Jinteng pulled her hand away and held her black shiny hair loosely, unable to put it down. He whispered:
"Bao, why don't we stop cutting?"
The braided braid won't cause too much heat without covering her neck. Tang Jinteng was imitating Xin Yi's gestures and stroking her hair while asking, "Is this right? Just braid it repeatedly."
"Yeah." Xin Yi lay on Tang Jinteng's lap, with her head hunched over and her hands hanging down.
Tang Jinteng was very serious about braiding. He got started in one go. After braiding, he released it and whispered:
"Bao, how about we make two pieces?"
"Village girl's pigtails?" Xin Yi muttered.
"What's the name of the two?" Tang Jinteng frowned slightly, what a cute braid, why did he have such a rustic name?
"I'm just talking nonsense." Xin Yi hummed, "Give me your phone."
