afternoon.
After lunch, the little guy usually takes a nap every day, while Gao Dan's bedtime is unpredictable, so he usually takes a short nap at noon. The little guy kept pestering his mother to tell him a story. Normally, Ye Wanying would never refuse, but today it was really impossible.
These drawings still need some polishing; I don't have time to tell a story.
The little guy was carried back to his room by his dad like a chick: "Daddy!"
"sleep!"
"No, I want to tell a story."
"Count to three, sleep or not?"
The little guy unconsciously pouted: "I just want to hear stories. Mommy always tells Tuanzi stories." No matter how hard the little guy tries to force himself to mature, his physical attributes can't keep up. He's still just a little kid who's not even three years old, isn't he?
Gao Dan reached out and rubbed his temples, then pulled his son, who was wriggling around like a caterpillar, down into the blankets: "Didn't you want to become an apprentice? I'll take you when you wake up."
Becoming an apprentice?
Upon hearing this, the little dumpling, who had been wriggling like a caterpillar, instantly quieted down: "Daddy, it's time for Dumpling to go to sleep."
"Okay, go to sleep." Gao Dan responded, then gently patted the little man's back from time to time. This was the epitome of a tough guy with a tender heart.
...
The lunch break is short, only an hour.
When the time came, the man opened his eyes precisely on time. Looking down, when he saw the little guy lying on his chest, drooling and sleeping soundly, Commander Gao's eyebrows involuntarily twitched several times, and the veins on his forehead throbbed noticeably.
Commander Gao desperately wanted to throw his drooling, stupid son out, but he kept muttering to himself: "He's my own son, my own son, not the neighbor's kid..."
It took a while for him to calm down.
Then she reached out and pulled out a few tissues from the bedside table, carefully moved the sleeping little dumpling aside, and then used the tissues to disgustedly wipe the large drool from her chest.
Meanwhile, the little dumpling woke up groggily, calling out, "Daddy," showing absolutely no remorse for the misdeeds it had just committed.
The drool had been wiped away, and the crumpled paper had been thrown into the trash can.
"Awake? Get up now. You have ten minutes to get going."
The little one, still half asleep, paused before remembering and asked, "Daddy, are we going to find a teacher for Tuanzi?"
Upon hearing this, Gao Dan responded and got out of bed to put on his clothes.
The little guy was trying to put on the clothes in a very serious manner, but when he tried to put on the pullover sweater, he accidentally pulled the sleeves over his head and couldn't get his head out. He cried out in frustration:
"Daddy, Daddy, help me... I can't breathe."
Gao Dan had actually been watching the whole time. He was about to take action the moment he noticed his son was wearing the wrong clothes, but he immediately withdrew his hand, wanting to see how his stupid son would react. He never expected... his son to be so stupid!
The corner of his eye lifted without him even noticing, and only after he had watched the show to his heart's content did he reach out and rescue the little man.
After a lot of exercise, the little boy's face was flushed, like a big red apple. "Dad, why are you so slow?" he said disdainfully, while also giving his father a disapproving look.
At this moment, his father really wanted to drag that ungrateful brat over and spank him a few times.
"Dislike it? Then take it back to you. This time, you can handle it yourself."
Upon hearing this, the little white-eyed wolf immediately covered his mouth with his hand: "Daddy, I didn't mean to complain."
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