Dressed as a dragster of a wealthy and easy-going man

The father and daughter were picking vegetables and chatting.

"Dad, what kind of person is mom?"

"Why do you think you want to ask this question all of a sudden?" A strange expression flashed across Mi Fu's face. He only asked where his mother was a few times when he was a child. He never mentioned it again after he was ten years old. Today, he suddenly asked him how much time he had left. Embarrassed.

"I'm curious, is mom beautiful? I haven't seen a photo of mom for a long time, and I can't even remember her voice or appearance." Ai Ai stuck out her tongue secretly. She was really curious about what the original owner's mother looked like. She and the original owner looked so similar. Like, don’t they have similar mothers?

"Beautiful, you are the exact replica of mom." Mi Fu suddenly felt guilty, feeling like he had lacked maternal love since he was a child, and he owed it to his daughter.

"I'm sorry, girl, it's all dad's fault that you don't have a mother to love you in this life."

Looking at the person opposite with a guilty face, he put down the cowpeas in his hands, wiped his hands on his apron, and went over to put his arms around his shoulders, "Dad, thank you for not abandoning me. It was me, a dragster, who hindered your good time." "

"Nonsense!" Mi Fu patted the back of her hand, "You are daddy's little cotton-padded jacket, not a bastard. Don't talk about yourself like that in the future."

"Yes!" Ai Xiang began to be serious again, "Mom's opinion of men is not very good. How could she fall in love with an old man like you when she is so beautiful?" She originally wanted to praise her mother for her beauty...

Just listen to Mi Fu murmur: "Your mother's view of men is not very good."

"Old man, I was joking." Xiang shook him, thinking he was serious, "Are you angry? I'm sorry!"

After coming back to his senses, he nodded his head fondly, "I'm angry!"

"Stingy!" Xixi let go of his shoulders and pouted in a pretense of anger.

"Okay, okay, I'm not angry." Mi Fu stood up and picked up the vegetables, "Hurry up and work, the guests need to eat."

As soon as I finished speaking, the doorbell rang.

"You go wash the vegetables, and I'll open the door." Mi Fu handed the vegetables to Xixi.

As soon as Xixi brought the dishes into the kitchen, she heard Xiaobao's voice and ran out immediately.

"Xiaobao!"

"mom!"

The two hugged each other.

"Jinming, come in quickly." Mi Fu greeted the people standing at the door enthusiastically.

Nan Jinming nodded and said hello, "Uncle Mi!"

What does it mean that he is carrying a bag and holding documents? Do you want to stay here? Didn't you say you were sending a child? He didn't say he wanted to stay. Should you drive him away?

After being curious about Xiaobao for a while, he likes to get into the kitchen and start cooking.

"Xiaobao, what fruit do you want to eat? Grandpa will wash it for you." Mi Fu held Xiaobao and pointed to the fruits on the table, "Apples, green grapes, pears..."

Nan Jinming looked at the dishes on the table and asked, "Will there be any guests later?"

"Yes, the old lady of the Huo family and Huo Shu." Mi Fu answered truthfully.

Nan Jinming nodded, carried the computer, and walked to the living room with the files.

Does he want to work here? Mi Fu turned around and went to the kitchen to wash the fruits. He looked at his daughter who seemed a little unhappy. Was it because he didn't welcome Nan Jinming and because Xiaobao was not in favor of him, he drove her away?

"Grandpa, is the fruit ready?" Xiaobao scratched the edge of the kitchen countertop and stuck out his little head, with a look of anticipation on his face.

"Here!" Mi Fu fed him one first.

Xiaobao did not eat first, but turned around and handed it to Xianni, who was chopping vegetables next to him: "Mom, eat first."

"Thank you, good son." Xixi bent down.

"Grandpa, can you give me one more?"

Mi Fu handed him another one.

The little guy ran out with the grapes.

"Dad, give it!"

In the kitchen, Mi Fu looked at his daughter and saw her curling her lips and tilting her head in disdain.

Xiaobao ran in again. Before he could speak, Mifu handed the grapes to his eldest grandson.

"Grandpa, you eat!"

Mi Fu was stunned for a moment, then bent down with a smile, "Thank you, Xiaobao!"

"Xiaobao," Xixi wiped his hands and knelt down, "Our little baby is so good, but next time when there is something delicious, you should honor your grandparents first and then give it to your mother, okay?"

Seeing that his grandson was a little confused, Mi Fu added: "And dad!"

"Well, Xiaobao knows." Xiaobao nodded obediently.

After Xiaobao went out, Mi Fu whispered to her daughter to pay attention, put away her impatience with Nan Jinming, and stop being too explicit in front of Xiaobao. Children actually understand everything, but they just don't know how to express it.

Not long after, the doorbell rang again.

Huo Shu took his grandma and walked into his favorite nest carrying a lot of gifts.

"Hello, old lady, welcome!" Mi Fu greeted warmly.

Mrs. Huo couldn't remember him, so she ignored him and walked towards Xianyang.

"Sorry, Uncle Mi, my grandma..." Huo Shu apologized hastily.

"It doesn't matter." Mi Fu told him not to care.

"Grandma, how are you?" Xixi hugged Mrs. Huo.

"Hello, Grandma Huo!" Nan Jinming also came up to say hello.

"Mr. Nan!"

"Master Huo."

The two men shook hands.

"Don't stand around, please come inside and sit down!" Mi Fu asked everyone to go to the living room to sit down and talk.

At some point, Nan Jinming had already cleaned up the coffee table.

"Xiaobao, come here," Xiai called the little guy to her side, then looked at Mi Fu, "Dad, what should I call you?" She really didn't understand the seniority thing.

"Call me Grandma." Mi Fu thought for a while and replied.

Xiaobao held the old lady's hand and said with a bright smile: "Hello, grandma!"

"Good baby." Mrs. Huo shook Xiaobao's hand.

After saying hello, the little guy felt a little embarrassed and crawled into Xianni's arms, "Mom!"

"Xin'ai, is this your child?" The old lady looked at her.

"Yes!" After I liked the answer, I immediately felt something was wrong.

"Little darling, where is your father?"

Xiaobao immediately ran over and grabbed Nan Jinming, "Dad is here."

Look, whatever you want comes to you...

"Okay, okay, you have a majestic appearance and a talented person! Xin Ai, you have such good taste." Mrs. Huo looked at Nan Jinming happily and nodded with satisfaction.

Xiai smiled awkwardly, and then she got up and went to the kitchen on the pretext that she wanted to cook. She sighed and muttered in a low voice: "What's going on!"

"Sorry, Xiaomi."

Huo Shu's voice sounded at the kitchen door.

"It's okay!" Xixi smiled.

"Would it be too troublesome for you to make so many dishes?" Huo Shu looked at the dishes on the countertop. It must be a very sumptuous dinner.

"It's no trouble, I have help. Besides, we also need to eat, just two more sets of bowls and chopsticks." Xixi wanted to turn around and go outside to get something, but looked at Huo Shu who was blocking the road and joked: "Master Huo, what do you want?" Help?"

"Sorry, I don't know how." His face turned red. Apart from being able to make clothes and embroider, he didn't know anything about housework.

Looking at the blushing Huo Shu, he smiled and said, "I'm kidding you, go and sit down."