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"Are you looking at the clothes of the young master in your arms?" the shopping guide asked.

The four of them nodded, "Yes, this is our son."

The shopping guide looked at the four of them with something wrong in his eyes, man? Four? son?

Could it be, two pairs of men? Then adopt a little guy, and then raise them together?

Who is the mother? Who is the father?

In the shopping guide's mind, a story has taken shape.

"Get a number for my son and let's try it."

"Sir, it's not convenient to try on children's clothes. Do you know what size your child usually wears?"

The four men looked at each other, "Why don't you let us try it? Are you afraid that we won't buy it after trying it? Just take a number and we will buy it after trying it."

Shopping guide: "Actually, tell us the size and we can pick up the clothes."

Yan Zhenyu: "We don't know the size either."

Oh, it looks like they were just adopted.

The shopping guide looked at the little guy's clothes and saw that they were all good, "I can take a look now."

So, under the ravages of the four godfathers, the little tiger took off his clothes, exposing his fleshy little body, and the little guy cried into tears.

The crying sound made the surrounding customers look back frequently, and the four grown men hugged, coaxed, and teased her, and their heads almost exploded.

If there was someone else who would not listen to his words or give face to others, the four of them would have turned against that person long ago.

However, what I am holding in my arms today is a "son"!

After a while, while changing clothes, another torture began.

The four people hugged and coaxed him, and later the shopping guide helped the little guy put on new clothes.

I once had an experience where a few people decided not to try on clothes for the little guy anymore.

In a toy store, when the little guy likes something, he says, "Buy it!"

When my little hand touches something, "Buy!"

While watching other children driving a toy car, Yan Zhenyu pointed at the toy car and said, "Pack it."

Whatever he picked up in his little hands, the shopping guide took it directly with great discernment. The young master went out for a day of shopping, and the trunk could no longer fit it, so he sent it all to the Yenan villa.

After walking out of the fifth baby store, the four of them were all tired.

The little guy was still grinning and humming in his arms.

Yan Zhenyu wiped the little boy's tears with her hands. Bai Chen immediately took out a tissue and said, "Stop wiping with your hands. Your hands are full of bacteria. Use tissue paper to wipe your son's tears."

Nangong Zi opened the package of wet wipes and said, "Pull out the paper and it will abrade our son's skin, so we have to use wet wipes."

Zhen Xi: "Didn't you listen to what his mother said? Wet wipes are for wiping our son's butt. How can we wipe his tears?"

Yan Zhenyu asked, "Did you say it?"

Bai Chen recalled, "I think you told me, right?"

Nangong Zi also nodded vaguely, "It seems like he said something."

Yan Zhenyu later called Mr. Jiang and asked, "What do you use to wipe your son's tears when he cries?"

Mr. Jiang: "..."

After listening to the four people arguing, Jiang Chenyu said, "Why don't you chop your hands off."

In the shopping mall where the air conditioning was fully turned on, one little guy and four men were sweating profusely.

In the children's playground area, other children were playing on the slides. When the four of them entered with their little ones in their arms, they said, "Sir, the child is too young to play on the slides and jump on the trampoline."

Bai Chen wanted to argue with someone, "Why can't our son stop playing when he is young? Can't it be okay for the four of us fathers to watch from the sidelines?"

The ticket seller looked at the four people and was at a loss for words.

Without further ado, Nangong Zi, who was used to being arrogant, asked directly: "Call your manager out and ask where you bought this equipment. If our son is not allowed to play with it, we will buy it ready-made at home."

When leaving, the little guy pouted again.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly. I don’t know what’s going on, but the little guy keeps crying and can’t be coaxed. After coaxing him just now, he could still be cute for a while, but now he was hugging Yan Zhenyu's face and nibbling on it. Bai Chen was excited: "Look, why should my son kiss Lao Yan? If I want to hug him, he has to kiss me too." .”

Whoever hugs, the little guy gnaws on.

A few people were still having a good time, and Nangong Zi felt something was wrong, "Why does the child keep crying?"

Bai Chen: "Has he cried less from morning to now?"

Yan Zhenyu also felt something was wrong, "No, he didn't kiss us. When the little tiger kissed Mr. Jiang, he smiled. Why did he just cry to us?"

The four of them looked at the little guy puzzled.

When Nangong Zi looked at the children walking by the roadside, carrying milk bottles on their backs, he suddenly realized and shouted loudly, "Damn, we didn't feed our son milk powder!"

As soon as these words came out, the four of them were stunned.

"Get back in the car."

After going back, I hurriedly found the little guy's milk bottle. The four grown men crowded in the car, feeling uncomfortable. The four of them always traveled in a spacious place, so the four of them took the bottle given by Gu Nuannuan without being afraid of the sun. Canvas bag stand out.

On the front hood of the car were the little guy's things.

The four of them were in a hurry, "How much milk powder should I feed?"

"Should you add water or milk powder first? Xiaobai, quickly take your phone and check the parenting bloggers."

Yan Zhenyu hugged the little guy who was crying uncontrollably, holding him in his arms, feeling distressed, "Hurry up."

"This hot water is too hot and has burned my son. Lao Zhen, go to the supermarket and buy a bottle of cold water to mix it with."

Four grown men have a clear division of labor, but they still cannot take care of a child.

People passing by turned to look at a few people, first out of curiosity, and secondly to see the appearance of the four people. When they looked back again, they felt something was wrong.

The four people were obviously not taking care of the child. The child was still crying. The four people only focused on making milk powder and did not care about the little one.

Passers-by came up and asked, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"While you're at it, didn't you see the person making milk powder for my son?"

"Which of you is the son?"

Bai Chen said impatiently: "Whose son do you care about among us?"

Their awkward tactics made the worried passers-by stop and take a closer look.

Nangong Zi hurriedly handed the bottle to the little guy. For the first time, the little guy didn't throw away the bottle. He held the bottle without caring about it, and didn't care whether it tasted good or not. He sucked it in big gulps.

The four finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Their backs, because of panic and the 37-degree high temperature, made several people's shirts wet.

"What do you four have to do with this child?" The people on the side asked, looking at the four of them before they left.

Yan Zhenyu: "Who are you?"

"I'm just a passerby. I don't think you know how to take care of children. You must not be the parents of this child. What about the parents of this child?"

Yan Zhenyu: "It probably has nothing to do with you."

The passerby took out his cell phone and said, "Where did you get this child from? If you don't tell me clearly, I will call the police."

Bai Chen pointed back at himself, looked at the uncle pulling in front of him, and asked, "Uncle, can you see clearly, do we look like human traffickers?"

"I didn't say you were human traffickers. Now I suspect that you bought this child from a human trafficker." The technique was jerky, and at first glance he was not a father. The child cried for a long time, and the cry could be heard from far away. If the biological parents were around, the child would definitely not be so sad.

"It's the same crime as buying and selling! If you don't explain clearly where this child came from, I'll meet you at the police station."

The little guy was holding the bottle and slurping away just to fill his stomach. He didn't care about the trouble his crying brought to the four godfathers.