Mu Ya did not use her hands to stroke her face like last time, but sat on the bed and played with the furry toy dog. There was nothing she could do, Zhang Xiao only had this toy dog in his room, there were no other toys. Zhang Xiao did not bring over any toys. Actually, the toys for children were too much, too much, and it was difficult for the child to choose one. She felt that this was a good idea, that it was better to play with the toys, and that it was easier for the child to get used to them not being able to concentrate on their work.

If it was just to give him a toy to play with, because he had no other choice but to play it over and over again, he would discover many different ways to play, and he would also think about why those toys were like that in order to truly gain intelligence.

When he was tired of playing, he gave him a new toy and asked him to study it again.

It was a pity that all the parents loved their children dearly. The children were their family's treasures. Not only would they give them whatever they wanted, they would give them the most and the best. There were a lot of toys like Mu Ya, so she could open a toy store.

At the moment, Mu Ya was in Zhang Xiao's room. There was only the toy dog in Zhang Xiao's room, so Mu Ya had no choice but to play with it.

Mommy." Moya's way of addressing her became faster. Zhang Xiao had told her yesterday that her mother was Mommy, and Mommy was her Mommy. Seeing Zhang Xiao wake up, Mu Ya happily called out to him. However, she did not crawl over and instead just sat there, playing with her toy dog.

Zhang Xiao sat up and sat by her side, purposely teasing her: "Mu Ya, is this pup fun? You've played so many times, but this is the first time you've played for so long. "

Mu Ya released her hands, allowing Zhang Xiao to see the clothes of the little dog. The b.u.t.ton on the clothes were all ripped off by her, almost falling off. No wonder she was being so serious, she was actually fighting with the b.u.t.ton.

"Why did Mu Ya dig out the b.u.t.ton?"

Mu Ya pointed at the eyes of the toy dog and replied: "Mom, ball, round." Originally, she felt that the b.u.t.ton's eyes were the same as a dog's, round, and round. Since she couldn't dig out the toy dog's eyes, she thought to pluck out the b.u.t.ton. She was very curious as to why the b.u.t.ton would stick onto her clothes, and was difficult to remove.

Zhang Xiao laughed, "Those are the eyes of a puppy. If Mu Ya gouges it out, it will have no eyes." She once again covered Mu Ya's eyes with her hands, and very quickly released Mu Ya's hands. She explained gently: "Without my eyes, it won't be able to see, just like how mother covered Mu Ya's eyes earlier."

The toy dog did not have life, and Zhang Xiao still taught Mu Ya not to hurt small animals. She was still young, and once she got used to scratching her eyes, she would do the same thing to small animals in the future.

Many children are used to it, and it takes a long time to correct them as they grow up. For example, some children were used to sleeping while touching the earlobes of others. Some people were used to hugging the same quilt. To put it bluntly, they were fetishes. Wasn't this kind of fetis.h.i.+sm the first habit they developed?

"This b.u.t.ton is also very important. Without this b.u.t.ton, the puppy's clothes cannot be b.u.t.toned and will fall off easily. The puppy will also get dirty." Zhang Xiao looked at the b.u.t.ton in the small clothes, teaching Mu Ya to take care of things, especially the fact that the toy dog was left behind by Mu Ya's mother.

Ning Tong gave the toy dog to Zhang Xiao. When Mu Ya grew up a little, Zhang Xiao would give the toy dog to Mu Ya, allowing her love to accompany Mu Ya in the future. After Mu Ya understood everything, she would definitely cherish everything about her deceased mother.

Mu Ya nodded as if she understood something, and stopped picking at the b.u.t.ton.

"Mom."

No longer picking on b.u.t.ton s, Mu Ya placed them back in their original places. Her little body flopped towards Zhang Xiao's body, rolling into his embrace. She acted like a spoiled child in Zhang Xiao's embrace as she called him Mommy sweetly.

Zhang Xiao cuddled her and deliberately rubbed his head against her stomach, making the little guy giggle.

The mother and daughter played for a while before Zhang Xiao got up. She first helped Mu Ya change her clothes, then tied up her braids before bringing Mu Ya in to wash her face. Finally, she gave him a cup of light lukewarm water s.

Zhang Xiao changed her clothes and washed herself before the mother and daughter walked out of the room together.

"Miss Zhang, Young Miss." Aunt Lan was cleaning the hall on the second floor. When she saw two people walk out, he greeted them with a smile. With Zhang Xiao here, all of these nanny s did not need to take care of Young Miss. They could only clean and tidy up the rooms.

Zhang Xiao replied warmly with a smile, but her gaze was still set in the direction of Mu Chen's room, and she asked Aunt Lan: "Is Mu Chen still not up yet?" She didn't seem to hear anything at all.

"Not yet. Third Young Master is probably too tired, he would probably wake up early at this time of the day. He has the habit of sleeping early, and would usually wake up earlier than us." The Aunt Lan replied. She looked worriedly at Mu Chen's room.

Yesterday, Mu Chen came back very early. After the two of them kissed on the roof for a long time, they did chat, but she remembered that when she was resting, it was not even midnight yet. This kind of resting time should be normal for Mu Chen, rather, it should be considered very early. Logically speaking, he should have woken up a long time ago.

After thinking about it, Zhang Xiao started to worry.

"I'll go take a look."

Zhang Xiao brought Mu Ya to the front of Mu Chen's room, knocked on her door, and called out: "Mu Chen, are you awake?"

Seeing that Zhang Xiao was knocking on the door, Mu Ya imitated Zhang Xiao and used her little hands to knock on the door.

"Puchi ~ ~ ~"

Zhang Xiao laughed and helped Mu Ya rectify the situation: "Mu Ya, you cannot be called Mu Chen, you have to be called Father."

Mu Ya's starry eyes.

She called after her mother. Why could her mother call out to her? Why couldn't she?

"Daddy." Mu Ya still changed it.

Zhang Xiao nodded and continued knocking on the door.

After knocking for a very long time, the door finally opened. Mu Chen's face was flushed red, as if he was feeling very uncomfortable, "Zhang Xiao, what's wrong?" Mu Chen didn't feel well, and when he faced Zhang Xiao, he was still very gentle.

"What's wrong with you? With a red face and a fever? " "Zhang Xiao reached out her hand towards Mu Chen's forehead. "You didn't drink yesterday's ginger soup?"

Mu Chen looked embarra.s.sed, and muttered: "The ginger soup they cooked was not tasty, I took the chance when you were not paying attention to pour it out."

Zhang Xiao's face turned green.