668: I'll Make the Bed

I'll Make the Bed

A certain little guy, who was hugging Xiao Pang, saw the situation and immediately pushed the person in front of him away. Then, he ran over with a pout:0

"Jiang Tingxu!"

As he shouted, he used his little butt to push Zhao Xiaopeng, who was in the big class, away. Then, he went straight into his mother's arms.

One must not underestimate the possessiveness of children. That was double.

Jiang Tingxu did not know whether to laugh or cry. However, she still gently pulled her son out of her arms:

"Ningning, you can't be so rude!"

The little guy pouted and did not respond.

Jiang Tingxu looked at Zhao Xiaopeng with a smile again:

"Xiaopeng, let's go over there, okay?"

Obviously, the two men should still chat for a while. If they continued to stay here, it would attract too much attention. They might as well go somewhere else.

The two children did not have any objections:

"Okay."

Jiang Tingxu dragged the tent that was distributed by the school and found a higher place:

"Let's set up here."

Yes, set up the tent.

"Jiang Tingxu, Ningning will help you!"

"Okay!"

"Auntie, Xiao Peng will help too."

"Thank you, Xiao Peng."

A certain little person who was filled with jealousy snorted a few times. Under Jiang Tingxu's gaze, he finally stopped talking.

Setting up a tent was really not difficult!

However, some of the parents who had arrived a while ago were still continuing to set up the tents.

Normally, they would not make a move, but now they were all showing up. There were quite a number of them.

There were nearly a hundred children in the entire school. At this moment, about two-thirds of the parents' tents were still being set up. Some of them were even set up on one side, while the other side was crooked. There was a wave of wailing sounds.

On the other hand, those who had just arrived were actually done in just a few strokes. They were even made especially sturdy.

The two children by the side were almost dumbfounded:

"That's it?"

Hearing his son's questioning voice, Jiang Tingxu burst into laughter:

"Try it."

The little fellow crawled into the tent and rolled around:

"Mm, not bad!" The commentator commented.

Zhao Xiaopeng immediately clapped his hands:

"Auntie, you're so awesome! My dad hasn't finished yet!"

In the end, he even deliberately belittled his own father!

On the other side, the two men were almost done chatting. Zhao Kui chuckled and went forward:

"I'll have to trouble Young Madam to take care of my Xiaopeng. Xiaopeng, goodbye to Uncle and Auntie."

"Goodbye, Uncle and Auntie."

Zhao Kui spoke again:

"Young Master Mo, Young Madam, we still have to go over and set up the tent. See you later."

"See you later."

...

The father and son of the Zhao family left. Mo Boyuan's gaze swept his surroundings. When he saw the brand new tent, his son's name was still hung on it:

"Wife, did you set it up?"

Jiang Tingxu didn't need to answer. A certain little guy had already answered on behalf of his mother:

"Dad, Jiang Tingxu is amazing. Just like that, she finished setting up the tent!"

"Yes, your mother is indeed amazing!"

He was so generous with his praise.

If he doesn't praise his wife, who else would he be waiting for to praise?

Old Wang next door?

Mo Boyuan picked up the luggage on the ground:

"I'll make the bed."

The man volunteered, and Jiang Tingxu rarely stopped him. She held her son's little hand and sat down by the side.

Mo Boyuan was quite fast. He made the bed in a few moves. From this point of view, he was much more reliable than other fathers.

After making the bed, the man waved at the mother and son:

"Come in and sit."

Then, he took out a small fan from his bag, which he usually used in dramas, and fixed it on the top of the tent to blow on it.

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