Fu Jingchen was the first to react, "What uncle?"
Xiao Yi said, "I saw my mother's uncle today. He is as tall as my father, the same..." The little guy probably wanted to say "jun", but couldn't remember, so he pointed to his own face.
Grandpa and grandma often praise him.
Jiang Yuman had never dreamed her son would say that. She was both amused and incredulous. She looked at her husband and quickly explained, "It was just a group of male soldiers from our art troupe. We just bumped into each other. Don't get me wrong."
The word "a group" was particularly emphasized.
Fu Jingchen asked: "Are there male soldiers in the art troupe?"
"Yes," Jiang Yuman said, "They are all tall. When I first saw them, I was puzzled."
She was smart enough not to praise those people for their good looks, but anyone with a brain would know that there were no ugly people in the art troupe.
The female soldiers in the General Military Region Art Troupe are all very beautiful, and my son also praised that group of people, which shows that the male soldiers are also good-looking.
Fu Jingchen suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
He didn't know how to say anything in front of his wife, so he turned around and washed up.
"It's all your fault, you little rascal." Jiang Yuman stretched out her finger and gently tapped Xiaoyi's forehead. "You just say things your dad doesn't like to hear."
Fu Siyi covered his forehead and asked seriously, "What is a small slide?"
No matter how fluently he speaks, he is just a child under three years old after all, and his pronunciation is bound to be inaccurate sometimes.
Jiang Yuman was amused by him and for a moment she lost all her anger. She hugged him in her arms and cut his nails.
Although Xiaoyi is usually taken care of by his grandparents, he is very close to his mother. It seems that he knows who to love by nature. He is more sensible in front of his mother.
After cutting his nails, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep in a short while.
Jiang Yuman glanced at Fu Jingchen lying on the bed, and put her arms around his waist. He paused for a moment, then tightened his hand around her waist, turned around and hugged her in his arms.
He asked, "Manman, is your script for male soldiers to act in?"
"It's probably a group of soldiers," Jiang Yuman said. "They're all female soldiers. We've all been busy composing music and choreography lately, and they're not training in the same place. We just happened to run into each other."
Fu Jingchen didn't ask any more questions and put his wife's hand next to his face.
"What's wrong with your face?" Jiang Yuman felt a small scab on the side of his face.
Fu Jingchen explained that he was accidentally injured during the competition that day, but it was really not worth mentioning.
"Don't spar with others casually in the future," Jiang Yuman said seriously. Seeing Fu Jingchen staring at her, her voice softened. "What I like most is your face."
Fu Jingchen raised the corners of his lips and bent down to kiss her.
This piece of news, which was casually conveyed by their son, actually put the two of them in a good mood the next day.
However, Fu Jingchen had obviously taken some actions. For example, when Jiang Yuman took his son to the General Military Region Art Troupe, whenever he saw a good-looking man, he would call him "uncle".
When others complimented him on his good looks, he would say he looked like his father.
Just two days later, everyone knew that Teacher Yuman's son was cute, polite, and looked like his father.
Jiang Yuman was at a loss whether to laugh or cry about this.
But it's also quite interesting as a diversion in your spare time.
In a blink of an eye, the choreography and music were planned. Director Fan came to discuss with Jiang Yuman and prepared to select a soprano lead singer from the choir.
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