Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1215 - 1193: What Nonsense Are You Talking About, Zaizai
Auntie Li didn’t delay either and happily went to the kitchen to write the shopping list.
The two of them took Yiyi and Zhuochen downstairs. After the five of them finished eating, they went back upstairs.
As soon as they got upstairs, Huo Zhenyang couldn’t wait to send the three Little Baozis back to their own rooms.
Yiyi and Zhuochen had taken a bath and changed into soft, fluffy children’s pajamas but were lingering in their parents’ room instead of returning to their own like usual.
Zaizai, with his unstoppable mouth, quickly shared the good news that their uncle would soon be coming.
This made the two little ones excited, bombarding with questions and unwilling to leave.
Leaving Huo Zhenyang feeling useless on the side.
"Mommy, brother said grandma and grandpa are going to give us a little uncle, is that true?" Yiyi’s curiosity has always been immense.
Even Zhuochen, who usually doesn’t say much and is very reserved, wrapped his little head around mommy’s arm: "Why are other people’s uncles so big, and ours hasn’t even been born yet?"
Jiayi had to temporarily leave the anxious someone, answering the questions of the two curious little ones: "Hmm, it could be a little uncle or maybe a little aunt. Well, generally, an uncle is older than a nephew, but since your grandparents had children late, he’ll be younger than you."
Yiyi immediately got excited: "Then in the future, the uncle will have to listen to me, right? Whatever I tell him to do, he has to listen to me, right?"
In a child’s world, the older one is the boss; the older kids are in charge. If the uncle is younger than them, he has to listen to them.
Jiayi laughed: "...It can’t be quite like that, after all, he’s still your uncle. Yiyi, you can’t bully your uncle in the future."
These three little ones, the most troublesome of all is this beloved daughter.
Zaizai now prefers a high-cool domineering style, becoming more and more aloof, not wanting to mix with the two little ones.
Zhuochen is easy to manage, soft as Little Doubao, you can squeeze him however you want.
But Yiyi has been raised by Huo Zhenyang as if she’s a mascot, spoiled to the sky, fearing no one, she’s so bossy.
Yiyi didn’t care about that much, already immersed in the prospect of scolding her uncle in the future.
Zhuochen, however, was still not done with his curiosity: "How is a little uncle born?"
Uh... Jiayi was left speechless for a moment, while Yiyi said loudly, "You silly, just like us!"
Zhuochen adorably asked again: "Then how were we born?"
Now Yiyi was stumped, lifting her apple-like round face, she glanced at Jiayi!
Jiayi stammered a bit, other kids could be fooled by saying a bluebird brought them, but her two little ones, such beautiful lies would not work.
She remembered answering them like that once, and they immediately denied: "Impossible! Bluebirds are oviparous animals, they lay eggs, humans are viviparous animals, we couldn’t have been born from a bluebird!"
Fairy tales can’t fool these two with high IQ little munchkins!
Jiayi was about to ask Huo Zhenyang for help when the door opened.
Zaizai happened to pass by, seemingly heard the two munchkins’ questions, came in proudly and said: "What’s the big deal about having babies, I’ve seen it several times."
Jiayi’s face turned red, stammering: "What nonsense are you talking about, Zaizai."
Zaizai continued explaining to the two little munchkins: "As long as daddy carries mommy into the room, doesn’t let you guys in, closes the door and doesn’t come out the next day, they’re having a baby! That’s how you were born too!"
Jiayi was almost crying from anger, kicked the certain someone who was minding his own business with her little pink feet.
Huo Zhenyang finally showed the authority of the head of the family, his thin lips lifting with a teasing smile, driving them away: "Alright, daddy needs to make a baby with mommy now! Everyone back to your rooms!"
Jiayi glared at him with annoyance: "..."
Zaizai shrugged, shot Huo Zhenyang an "I get it" look, hands in pockets, and left graciously.
Yiyi, also obedient to daddy, shook her little legs and went back to her room.
Zhuochen, however, weakly hugged the door, refusing to leave, unhappily looking at Huo Zhenyang: "I want to sleep with mommy."
Zhuochen is at the age when he’s clingiest to his mom and is also the youngest in the family, usually inseparable from Jiayi.
Huo Zhenyang had been away on business these past few days, Zhuochen had been clinging to mommy to sleep every day, and now that daddy returned home, he hogged mommy again, and for the little munchkin, the sky was about to fall.
Huo Zhenyang’s face darkened, it hadn’t been easy getting through Zaizai’s clingy phase, now here’s another one.
And even more stubborn!
Zaizai could still be coaxed with toys before, but this little one doesn’t want toys, he only wants mommy!
Jiayi walked over, picked up the teary-eyed little Zhuochen, putting him into the bed: "Alright, come sleep with mommy."
Huo Zhenyang’s face fell.
She gestured with her eyes: "He’s gotten used to sleeping with me these days, let him have a transition today, and tomorrow he’ll go back to his own room."
This little one needs a transition, what about him.
Holding it in all night, he was almost wasted.
He covered Zhuochen’s ears with his hands, supported his arms on either side of her body, locking her in like she was up against a wall, not letting her move, then leaned in and whispered in her ear: "Am I supposed to just watch my wife sleep with another man? No way."
Her transparent ears were flushed with a red blush: "What nonsense are you talking about? What other man? He’s your son!"
"That’s still another man." He shamelessly continued to whisper in her ear while shamelessly taking in her current appearance.
She had just taken a bath, wearing a lavender satin slip nightdress.
Her silky black hair curled around her slender neck.
Her arms, jade shoulders exposed large areas of skin, as white and tender as mutton-fat jade, yet with a hint of pink, possessing a captivating texture.
The tempting pair almost couldn’t be held by the V-neck, always challenging his willpower.
Although she had two pregnancies and three little ones, her youthful face and natural grace made her appear more like a little girl than even little girls, there was no way to tell she was a mother of three little ones calling her mommy.
No matter when or where he saw her, she always made his heart race.
Fearing the little munchkin might hear, she quickly slipped out of his arms’ constraints, running to the other side of the bed beside Zhuochen to lie down: "It’s late, let’s put Zhuochen to sleep first."
Alright.
Let’s put the little one to sleep first.
His eyes flickered with a hint of undefined mischief, lying on the other side of Zhuochen.
Zhuochen sucked his thumb, burrowing into Jiayi’s lap like a little piglet: "I want milk."
Though the little one had already been weaned, he couldn’t shake the baby’s habit and occasionally liked to sleep while nursing.
With daddy not at home these past few days, he had been habitually nursing to sleep.
Huo Zhenyang spoiled Yiyi tremendously but was stern with his two sons, disliking overly delicate behavior in little boys.
Jiayi was worried he might scold Zhuochen, but this little habit hadn’t been mentioned to him.
[Today’s third part, 6,000 words finished]
