C1189 The Education Method of the Rong Prince Charming

Yung Yuebai had always wanted to change his son's bad habit of crying every now and then, but Su Tang had always been soft-hearted.

Yesterday was too tiring. His wife probably would not wake up until the afternoon.

Since Su Tang was still sleeping, there was finally a chance...

Little Bun had already cried like a soup dumpling. He choked and choked, "Mom, I want Mom."

"Mommy was too tired yesterday. Are you sure you want to go and disturb her now?"

Yung Yuebai casually sat on the carpet. His two legs were stretched out lazily, and they were straight and strong. They were wrapped in black pants, making them look elegant and slender.

Hearing the man's words, Little Bun stopped crying. His eyes were red, like a rabbit.

His son had inherited his high IQ and even spoke earlier than other children. He was also very smart. Although he was young, he understood a lot of things as soon as he said them.

Therefore, things like the difference in IQ existed.

Prince Rong looked at his son's face as he thought about what to do. He was already four years old, and he had to change his habit of crying.

It was not like she was a cute little girl who would cry at any time. Dai had never cried so much when she was young...

Let's fight, this fellow is the darling of our wife. She reckoned that Su Tang would definitely let her sleep on the sofa in the end and would even have a cold war with her.

Scolding? If this brat were to complain to his wife, he would still end up sleeping on the sofa...

It seemed like he could only use his IQ to suppress this fellow! Although Yung Hexuan had inherited his high IQ, he was still a little kid!

En, it was decided happily just like that!

With this thought, the man's finger moved slightly. He took out something from his pocket and threw it on the carpet.

He was still sobbing and sobbing, but when he was attracted by the thing in front of him, Little Hexuan completely forgot about his previous sadness. His white and tender little hand was about to grab it.

He lifted the black wooden cabin on the ground with one hand. The man's index finger moved slightly. That cold instrument seemed to have a life of its own in an instant as it spun continuously on the man's slender finger tip.

Looking at it eagerly, Little Hexuan wished he could stick his whole body to it. He waved his hands. "Dad..."

This was something that seemed to be held in the hands of a superhero in a movie. It seemed to be called a wooden cabin.

Ah, now he knew to call himself dad! Yung Yuebai's long and beautiful eyes were slightly raised. He was indifferent and indifferent.

"You want it?"

Nodding his head, Little Bun stopped crying. He stood up and walked unsteadily towards his father. He hugged the man's neck and gave him a "Mua."

"Dad, I want it..."

Although his face was wet and he must have saliva on it, Yung Yuebai did not feel disgusted at all. His heart even softened and turned into a cloud.

"I am not your mother with a good temper. It is useless to throw myself into your arms and act like a spoiled child."

His eyes were full of desire. Little Hexuan wanted to reach the man's arm. "Dad..."

He held Little Bun in his arms and Yung Yuebai wrapped his arms around his son. "Look, I will only show you once."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's fingers moved agilely as if he was dancing. A complete wooden cabin was dismantled into pieces in an instant.

In less than a minute, the pile of parts returned to their original state.

Hexuan was stunned as he watched. His small mouth widened slightly.

Yung Yuebai lowered his head and disassembled the cold weapon again. "You can put it back. This thing is yours."

Like a lamp being lit up in an instant, Little Bun nodded happily. "Okay, Dad, you are not allowed to cheat."

Ah, seeing his son's happy smile, Yung Yuebai crossed his arms and his pair of long and narrow eyes curved. He was happy too early.

This part of his was not an ordinary item...

In order to achieve the best effect, he researched for a whole year, the most precise structure, the most complicated assembling - of course, the most powerful power.

In the beginning, he would need at least an hour to assemble it, and that was when he had the blueprint.

Yung Hexuan was only a child of a few years old, so it was naturally impossible for him to assemble it properly.

He completely did not know the attribute of his father's huge pit. A certain Little Bun was still excitedly arranging the parts on the carpet neatly.

At the beginning, Little Bun was full of ambition. He kept fiddling with it, studying it, and his expression was serious.

Yung Yuebai quietly sat at the side, staring at his son's face.

When he was just born, this guy was as ugly as a gorilla. He had never seen such an ugly creature before.

But now, this small face was growing bigger and bigger. Between the facial features, there was more or less a shadow of himself and Su Tang.

His eyebrows were very thick and very strong. His pair of eyes were also very similar to himself, long and narrow. His nose and lips followed Su Tang.

This also led to the younger son's facial features being a bit sharper, but also more gentle. Now it could be seen that when he grew up, he would definitely be a scourge with good looks...

After all, his and Su Tang's genes were here...

Compared to the man's leisure, Little Bun was anxious. The parts in front of him were in a mess. It looked like a large-scale disaster scene.

Previously, he saw that his father was so easy to fight with, so why did he try more than a dozen times and not even get the shape out?

An hour passed, two hours, three hours...

The child's patience finally ran out. His small mouth curled up and he suddenly started to cry...

Yung Yuebai was not in a hurry. He sat by the side and waited quietly.

After howling for about half an hour, when he saw that Yung Yuebai did not respond to him, Hexuan finally stopped crying.

"Are you done crying?"

He slowly stood up and stood up with his long legs. Yung Yuebai's eyes were cold. "If you don't cry enough, I will give you another hour."

Yung Hexuan:... "

What a cruel father...

"There's no use crying, Yung Hexuan." The man bent down. "Tell me, you've cried for so long. Have you finished assembling your gun?"

Staring at the messy pile on the ground, Little Bun's face was gloomy. He slowly shook his head.

"Crying will only make people feel weak. Of course, if you are not in a good mood, you can also cry."

"But don't treat this as normal. Rather than wasting time crying, you might as well think of a solution."

Picking up the magazine, the man's tone was indifferent. "Do you know?"

Yung Hexuan nodded and hugged the man's arm. "I know, Dad. I will not cry so casually in the future..."

Yung Yuebai's lips curled up in satisfaction. Well, that was more like it.

He didn't want his son to cry all the time. A man should have a man's responsibility.

"Dad, I won't cry in the future. Can you give this to me..."

Little Bun's eyes were full of desire. His eyes were almost glued to the wooden cabin.

"Didn't I say that if you finish it, it will be yours."

Yung Hexuan:... "

In the end, Yung Yuebai still sat on the ground and taught his son bit by bit.

No matter from which angle one looked at it, it was very loving...