Ye Shao Meng spoils his little wife

"Qianqian, are you asleep?"

A male voice came from outside the door, very low.

Qianqian hurriedly closed her eyes: "Uncle Ouyang, I'm going to sleep."

The man outside the door: "Then go to bed early."

Hearing the sound of footsteps leaving, Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief.

……

"hateful!"

After exiting the live broadcast room, Shangguan Jiaqi threw the camera to the ground, and the fragments shattered all over the floor.

Just now, her live broadcast room was almost overwhelmed by the saliva of netizens. There were too many bullet screens, and most of them were swear words.Thinking about the comfort and licking the screen when I first entered the live broadcast room, the contrast was stark, and it was common sense that Shangguan Jiaqi could not accept it.

In the end, without saying a word, she closed the live broadcast room.No matter how you look at it, she was in a terrible mess, like a mouse crossing the street, everyone shouted and beat her, and finally hid in desperation, hiding in the dirty and smelly sewer, not daring to see anyone.

The chest rose and fell, and Shangguan Jiaqi couldn't suppress it no matter what.

Finally, her face softened a little.Squinting her eyes, a look of malice flashed in her eyes, and she picked up the phone again: "What did you think about what I said last time?"

Ouyang Mingxuan's voice came from the phone, indistinct.

"Hehe, you've seen me, right? It's impossible for you to get off the boat at this time." Shangguan Jiaqi's voice was cruel, the corners of her cracked mouth looked like a blood-stained witch, and her eyes were greedy and vicious. to devour everything,
Ouyang Mingxuan was silent for a while, and then said: "Okay, I promise you."

"However, you have to promise that I won't hurt Murong Qiqing."

The latter sentence, he spoke firmly, was also his bottom line.

Shangguan Jiaqi sneered, with sarcasm in his eyes, but his voice was very gentle: "Of course, I only want my people, and your people will be returned to you."

On the other end of the phone, she curled her lips and sneered.

When the time comes, Ouyang Mingxuan can't help it.Shangguan Jiaqi gave her so much anger, if she didn't pay back ten times and a hundred times, she would not know Shangguan Jiaqi!
"You should be happy, after all, I gave you a chance to save your goddess, didn't you?" She spoke slowly, her voice full of bewitching.

Ouyang Mingxuan was silent for a shorter time this time: "Okay, I will fully cooperate with you."

Shangguan Jiaqi smiled: "Then wish us a happy cooperation."

Xiaobao's birthday is coming.

Because of this incident, the whole villa suddenly became busy.The originally quiet villa suddenly seemed to have a lot of vitality.

"Xiaobao, raise your hand, yes, yes, that's it!"

Wu Yuzhu held a ball of wool and gestured to Xiaobao, frowning and looking up and down seriously.Until Xiaobao's arms were sore, she still didn't research anything.

"Grandma, is it alright?" The arm was so uncomfortable that Xiaobao was almost unable to hold it.

At this time, Wu Yuzhu also noticed his discomfort, and hurriedly helped him put down his hand, and rubbed it distressedly again.

Xiaobao asked obediently: "Grandma, did you draw your sweater?"

Wu Yuzhu: "..."

She touched her nose: "Not yet..."

Xiao Bao was even more speechless than she was, looking at her silently.He has been a model for Wu Yuzhu for more than half a month, and he measured it with a ruler and directly on the woolen yarn. As a result, Wu Yuzhu's results are still a mess that no one can see.

However, Xiaobao is a good boy, so he still comforted him at this time: "It's okay, then we will test again later, maybe the test is not accurate enough."

"Xiaobao is right, I will definitely be able to make it before your birthday." Wu Yuzhu, who was comforted, was blindly confident and optimistic.

Xiao Bao choked, not knowing whether his encouragement was right or wrong.

It has been weaving for more than half a month, and it is just such a lump of unknown objects.It's only less than a week away from his birthday, Wu Yuzhu sure she can really do it?

It seems that no matter what the other party presents at that time, he should act very happy.

Xiaobao mentally prepared himself.

Wu Yuzhu was thinking about her sweater on the sofa again, while Murong Qiqing and Ouyang Haoxuan came down from upstairs.

Xiao Bao ran over, jumped onto Ouyang Haoxuan's lap, and then crawled onto Ouyang Haoxuan's neck and sat down.Since Murong Qiqing and Wu Yuzhu moved in, Xiaobao has become more and more lively. Although he is still taciturn and quiet in front of outsiders, there are often some agility in the family that only children of similar age can have.

Like his new hobby - riding dad.

"Xiaobao, sit still!" Ouyang Haoxuan, a big president who manages tens of thousands of employees, can only bow his head and be willing to be a bully when facing his son at home.

He reminded, after Xiaobao hugged him tightly, he ran around the yard.Fortunately, Ouyang Haoxuan has the habit of exercising at ordinary times, and his physical fitness is quite good. If it was someone else who ran like this for a dozen laps, he would have already fallen to the ground.

It wasn't until Xiaobao had enjoyed himself that Ouyang Haoxuan put him back into Murong Qiqing's arms.

Murong Qiqing asked with a smile: "How does Xiaobao want to celebrate his birthday?"

This question really stumped Xiaobao.In Xiaobao's only impression, the one-year-old is not counted, and he doesn't remember anything, but the two-year-old and three-year-old birthdays are still remembered.

Because these two times, Dad would hold him and sit in the yard, watching the moonlight in the sky all night long.

At that time, he didn't understand and asked his father, "Dad, what are you thinking?"

Ouyang Haoxuan's answer at that time was very low and deep: "I miss your mother."

Then Xiaobao understood that his birthday is to miss his mother, and he also misses his mother very much.So, little Xiaobao always spends the night with his father thinking about his mother until dawn and is sent back to the bedroom to be covered with a quilt.

This year, he doesn't have to think about his mother, because his mother is by his side.He has a father, a mother, and a grandmother who loves him, so what can he do on his birthday?

"How about we hold a birthday party?" According to Murong Qiqing's memory, it seemed that many children liked lively parties.

Knowing that Xiaobao doesn't like contact with outsiders, she emphasized: "It's just us, eating, drinking and playing all day long, and we can definitely have a good time."

This suggestion broke Xiaobao's heart, Xiaobao nodded vigorously: "Okay."

With Xiaobao's approval, Murong Qiqing looked at Ouyang Haoxuan: "How about you, can you spare some time that day?"

"It's Xiaobao's birthday, no matter what, I will have time." Ouyang Haoxuan smiled and stroked Xiaobao's hair.

Just now Xiaobao was stunned and Murong Qiqing didn't understand, but he could see clearly.However, this secret should be buried in their hearts. From now on, he will bring Xiaobao to celebrate a different birthday, of course with Murong Qiqing.