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2.13 Rebuke

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    It was only 4:30 when I got home, and I went straight back to Xiaojia. I saw my wife was packing up and getting ready to go. Seeing me come back, I ordered: "Just in time, you're back. I'll go over to make dumplings. You can go there later."

    "Okay" I agreed, and went into the room to see my daughter bouncing around in my own little world.

    My wife hurried over, pushed the door and left, I just took off my coat, my wife came back with a probe, and forgot the key, she always does this, forgetting everything, like a child who doesn't grow up.  When I went out, I confessed, "It's time for Dudu to pee, remember to slap her." Before I could say anything, she ran away again.  Seeing the child pretending to be anxious, he kept yelling repeatedly: "Mom, mom." I rushed over to pick her up and told her the current situation: "Mom is gone, there is daddy." The child kept yelling.

    Holding her high for a while, and turning around the room like a small airplane for a while, after sweating all over, the child finally calmed down, giggling non-stop along with my efforts.  There is no way to do this anyway, hold her to turn on the TV, search for advertisements, and because the advertisement screens switch frequently, she will be quiet during this time.

    Put the child back on the crib, sit there, hold the remote control, lie on the bed, and accompany her to watch the long flowing hair and the magical effect of the medicine in the advertisement.

    Inadvertently, the child held on to the railing of the crib and stood up freely.  Seeing that the child can show new abilities every time I go home, I am immersed in a happy reverie, when I hear the sound of water flowing, I stare blankly at the child, and suddenly feel something is wrong, when I run over, it is already too late, and the child bows his head  Pointing to the mattress with a rapidly expanding wet area with his little finger, he said "Wow, piss".  I looked helplessly at the "wow" that had penetrated and started ticking in the corner.

    What to do, it seems that being scolded is inevitable.

    I was amused by the child's non-stop nagging, picked her up, touched the clothes, fortunately, not too wet.  Picking up the child's coat that his wife had already prepared, wrapped it up for the child, not bothering to wear his own coat, and trotted all the way to ask his wife for help.

    Entering the house in a hurry, my wife and mother are working together to make dumplings.  Seeing my flustered expression, they all looked at me in astonishment, and even my father cast his eyes on the TV to me.  I said out of breath, "Dudu pissed his pants." The parents returned a calm expression and continued with their respective affairs.

    The wife put down the dumpling in her hand, and the mother said: "Go and have a look, change it quickly."

    The wife glared at me, washed her hands, walked over slowly, took the child, and walked to the mother's room.  I smiled awkwardly at my mother and followed my wife into the house.  When the wife took off the child's outer pants, the long johns inside were soaked, and so were the socks.

    The wife closed the door, and while undressing the child, she reprimanded softly: "Idiot, what did you say you did, I told you that the child was about to pee, but you still let her pee her pants, waste!"

    The harsh title at the end made my face darken. I opened the door and went out, just as the mother who was about to push the door in saw my gloomyness.  If you let him watch it for a while, it would be nice to hug him at that time, and your father will look better than him." The wife didn't make a sound, but silently changed the child's clothes.  I felt embarrassed too, sitting there staring blankly at the TV.

    After a while, the wife took the child out and handed it to the father. Without even glancing at me, she turned and left.

    Until the end of the eating process, my wife paid attention to the child and never looked at me directly. Instead, my mother would chat with me a few innocuous gossips, and then feed the child with my wife.

    After dinner, I watched TV with my parents in the living room. My wife cleaned up and came over to take the child from the mother and said that I was leaving. I sat there without moving, and my wife took the child away alone.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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