Ziqiu struggled to get off the ground, picked up his little rubber ball, and handed it to Fu Shiting.

Fu Shiting couldn't understand what Ziqiu meant, so he asked Mrs. Zhang.

"He wants you to throw the ball out and he will pick it up," Mrs. Zhang explained.

Fu Shiting suddenly thought of other people raising pet dogs and playing such childish games with them.

Others are the masters who throw the ball out and let the dog get it back.

Unexpectedly, his son also liked to play this.

It's just that his son plays the role of a dog.

He gave his son a helpless look and then threw the ball away.

The little guy immediately stuck out his little butt and ran to pick up the ball.

After a while, Sheng Bei sent Yun Xiaoxiao back. Remember the website address

Sheng Bei saw the father and son throwing a ball and playing, and couldn't help but joke: "It's so heartwarming and touching! Shi Ting, you can walk your child better than my mother walking the dog!"

Fu Shiting's face suddenly darkened several degrees.

"Sheng Bei, you can call my second brother a dog, but you can't call Zi Qiu a dog." Yun Xiaoxiao's face was colder than Fu Shiting's, "I said why do I dislike you so much, because you are so annoying when you open your mouth

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After Yun Xiaoxiao finished speaking, she quickly returned to the guest room.

Sheng Bei looked at her back disappearing from his eyes, with a confused and aggrieved look on his face: "Isn't your sister's temper too big?! What I just said to you was a joke. How could she take it seriously! We often joke like this.

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Fu Shiting's face remained solemn: "How can you say my son is a dog?"

Sheng Bei opened his mouth, trying to explain that he didn't mean to insult little Ziqiu.

Fu Shiting: "My son is much cuter than a dog!"

Sheng Bei: "Goodbye!" Just keep talking, why do you suddenly show off your son?

After Sheng Bei left, Mrs. Zhang took Zi Qiu to take a bath.

Fu Shiting went upstairs.

Ruila and Xiaohan have gone to bed.

Qin Anan got her pajamas in the master bedroom and prepared to take a bath.

Seeing Fu Shiting come in, she immediately gave him his pajamas: "How do you feel about playing with your son? I can hear my son's laughter upstairs."

"No wonder Xiaohan doesn't want to play with Ziqiu. It's a bit childish indeed." Fu Shiting couldn't imagine himself throwing a ball with Ziqiu for half an hour. "He's just my own son, so I'm very happy."

"Well, you go take a shower! I have something to tell you after you finish the shower." She pushed him to the bathroom.

He stood at the bathroom door and looked at her: "Can you give me a warning in advance?"

"No. Go and wash it quickly! I'm a little tired."

He entered the bathroom and closed the bathroom door.

Because she said she was a little tired, he came out of the shower within fifteen minutes.

She saw that the water droplets on his body were not wiped dry, so she immediately wiped him with a dry towel.

"Isn't it hard not being able to wash your hair these days?" she asked.

"Well, when can I wash it? My wound no longer hurts."

"Wait a few more days."

"Then I won't go out anymore." He couldn't bear his own image anymore.

"You go to work on the seventh day of the lunar month, so you can take a shower on the seventh day of the lunar month?"

"You want me to go to work so much?" He planned to wait until the Lantern Festival was over before going to work.
Chapter completed!