"Tiger, do you know what this is?" Jiang Chenyu squatted beside the wheat field, holding his son in his arms and asking.

The little tiger glanced at the pale green sea, and he shook his head.

"It's also wheat."

The little tiger shook his head and immediately objected, "No, the wheat is yellow~ this is green, it's grass~"

Jiang Chenyu: "This is immature wheat. From wheat seedlings, it grows into green stalks. Now it is unripe wheat. It will turn yellow when the wheat matures in May."

Xiao Qinglong also heard it, "Uncle, why?"

Jiang Chen stood up and looked at his nephew in the arms of his brother-in-law, "Just like you and the tiger, when you were born, were you as long as your uncle's arms? When it reaches the uncle’s legs, this is the growth change. In the future, you will continue to grow taller, taller than the uncle, and the wheat will also change from green to yellow, which means that the wheat is growing. Yellow is the color of mature wheat.”

The little tiger was in his father's arms, looking at Mai Mai thoughtfully, and did not speak for a long time.

Mr. Jiang was puzzled, "Is it possible that my good grandson didn't understand?"

My mother asserted: "Impossible, you are a good-looking grandson, he must be holding back in his heart."

Sure enough, the next second. "Father, can Bao be able to pick a piece of green wheat?"

Mr. Jiang: "You want to watch him turn yellow?"

The little tiger nodded.

President Jiang: "..."

In the evening, when returning home, Mr. Jiang put a pile of soil in his car and planted a handful of wheat.

The little tiger took care of his own wheat all the way.

The temperature dropped at night, and when it was more than ten degrees Celsius, Miss Jiang was so cold that her teeth were chattering, she shrank into her husband's arms, "Brother Su, hug me."

Her brother Su was so angry and helpless that he took the coat he brought for her and asked her to put it on.

Miss Jiang glanced, "It's not good to take pictures."

Brother Su: "Didn't you buy this dress?"

Jiang Momo: "It looked good when I bought it, but it doesn't look good now."

"Put it on and keep warm."

Jiang Momo was stubborn, and Gu Nuannuan floated by, "Why are you like my son?"

Miss Jiang: "..."

Later, Su Linyan took off his black coat and put it on his wife's back, "Put it on."

This time, Miss Jiang cooperated.

Then secretly took a selfie, and posted a Weibo of "sly and jmm's daily life" at night.

: I secretly put on Sly's coat again, it's so hot to be warmed by him. Right now, my son is staring at me.

Someone below has been chasing Jiang Momo's trumpet daily for many years, with tens of thousands of fans. Even looking at this mysterious figure, from the initial 'my brother' to 'my husband' and then to 'sly', he even mentioned his son.

Some fans who just passed by didn't know the truth: Is sly not suitable for her brother? Why does jmm not wear her husband's clothes and wear her brother's? She already has a son, and she doesn't care about the feelings of her husband and son at all.

The old fan below replied: You can see from the beginning that Sly is not only her brother, but also her husband, and also the father of her son.

New Followers:  …

The wheat obtained by the tiger is planted in the green plant garden of the grandfather, there are about dozens of them, a lot.

The men found open land for the little tiger to grow wheat, Jiang Chenyu was the most helpful, and the little tiger went over to squeeze mud with his little paws to help his father.

The women are in the living room, carefully adding filters, retouching pictures, moving the position of the photos, and posting them on Moments.

Gu Xiaohan was the first to like. Almost at the same time, the siblings sent messages to each other: "Why didn't you sleep?" "Did you hit me again today?"

…

In the middle of the night, the little tiger stayed in his parents' bedroom. He stood on the head of the bed and looked at his father who was reading before going to bed. He stepped on the book with one foot. Jiang Chen made a black face, "Jiang Tianzhi!"

The little guy didn't know who he learned to be domineering from, so he pouted and kissed his father's cheek, "Dad, I love you."

Mr. Jiang: "..." The anger suddenly disappeared.

Gu Nuannuan laughed from the sidelines, and her husband was completely controlled by her son.

The little tiger kicked away the book in his father's hand, squeezed his father's arms, and went to stick his fleshy face to his father. "Father, you love Bao even without saying anything~"

Jiang Chenyu smiled, 'doting' showed on his face almost without words, but he said in his mouth: "Dad doesn't love Xiaobao."

"Hmph, Dad loves little Nuanbao~"

Jiang Chenyu hugged his son and laughed.

The little tiger sits in his father's arms, and his father reads a book while he turns the pages. Today is different from the past. Dad knew that he was a little milk bag when he was rummaging before, and he would not beat his hands. Now if I flip the pages randomly, my father will grab my little paw and beat me, "Books are for reading, not for playing."

The little tiger raised his head and yelled at his father with a bad temper, "Baby can't understand, he can play~"

Gu Xiaonuan was lying on the bed, playing with her mobile phone. After a while, the father and son quarreled, accompanied by the crying of a certain cub.

"I don't love my dad anymore, woo woo~ Where, you change baby egg to a new dad~" The little tiger squatted on the quilt and cried aloud after failing to beat his father.

Gu Xiaonuan: "...you don't want to live anymore, don't drag your mother."

Mr. Jiang slapped his son's **** twice again, his face darkened with anger, "You still want to change dad?! I think you beat him lightly."

The little tiger waved the little tiger's paws, but he still hadn't fought his big tiger.

He was so angry that he didn't sleep in the middle at night, and only slept with his mother, so Gu Xiaonuan was caught in the middle.

"Tiger, you say you change your father, the 'new father' will be like your father, hold you in his arms, lift your head up, play games with you, buy you toys, buy food for you, and teach you how to learn. Foreign language, help you grow wheat... do you love you, dote on you, kiss you, love you?"

The little tiger stopped talking.

Gu Nuannuan asked again: "Can the new father bathe and wash your face every day, wake you up, and take you to and from school? The new father will worry about you when you are sick and can't sleep all night. Baby bumps? All your mischief, can you guarantee that new daddy won't beat you up?"

The little tiger blinked, and the bedroom was very quiet.

"The important thing is, can the new father treat you as his precious egg and a blessing from God?"

The little tiger burrowed silently into his mother's arms, and Gu Nuannuan knew that his son looked silly and cute, and he was smarter than anyone else in his heart, and he understood it all.

"Do you want a new dad?"

The little one shook his head in his mother's arms.

"Then what to do, your father wants a new son."

Little Tiger: "..." The sense of crisis is here.

He immediately crawled over his mother and got between the husband and wife, still not satisfied, he lay on the chest of his closed-eyed father again.

"Dad, wake up." The little tiger patted his father with his small hands.

Jiang Chenyu didn't fall asleep, but just ignored his son. In the next second, a small hand fell on his eyes, and the filial son struggled to open his eyes, "Dad, open your eyes. Darling has something to say to Dad."

Jiang Chenyu was tortured by the filial son, opened his eyes, "Say what?"