Reborn and returned to childhood to make big money with space

Tang Shi didn't go out with Huang Minmin and the others on Sunday because the beauty had an appointment.

"Little poem?" Ye Sihuai did not go to the institute today. He had just taken a shower after exercising in the morning. When he came out, he saw Tang Shi eating on the dining table.

"You're done, let's have breakfast." Tang Shi turned his head and looked at Ye Sihuai, who was shirtless, with stars in his eyes.

"Why are you here today?" Ye Sihuai put his arm around Tang Shi from behind. He originally thought that Tang Shi would be with his best friend this weekend, but he didn't expect that Tang Shi would come to accompany him.

"They have an appointment and don't need me to accompany them, so I'm here to accompany my man." Tang Shi said, leaning into Ye Sihuai's arms.

“That’s great~”

"Let's have breakfast first." After letting Ye Sihuai hug him for a while, Tang Shi reminded him to have breakfast first.

"Okay, you eat with me."

"it is good."

"Want to go out for a walk today?" Tang Shi asked Ye Sihuai opposite him while eating breakfast made by the space robot.

"No, there is nothing missing at home. Let's finish breakfast later and then go inside."

Ye Sihuai has no social circle in the capital, so he doesn't need to go out. Moreover, in space, he and Tang Shi will spend much more time together.

"Okay." Tang Shi also understood what he was thinking. Fortunately, he had the cheating artifact of Space, otherwise it would be really difficult to hold the bowl of water safely.

Tang Shi accompanied Ye Sihuai to practice martial arts in space, read with him, taught him basic medical knowledge, and cultivated "emotions" by the way.

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Shi left Ye Sihuai's home and went to Zhang Yunyi's residence.

"Xiao Shi?" Zhang Yunyi was planning to go back to his grandfather's house. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Tang Shi at the door, about to open the door.

"Are you planning to go out?" Tang Shi was about to open the door and was surprised to see Zhang Yunyi.

"No, I don't plan to go out." Then he pulled Tang Shi into the room, pressed him against the door and locked it. Among the three men, Lu Jinan and Ye Sihuai were gentle, while Zhang Yunyi was the only one who was cold and cool in front of others. , in front of her was a soldier, and he was also the person who excited her the most.

At this time, he was pressed against the door frame, and the hot kiss followed. Between the fusion of lips and teeth, only the sound of saliva could be heard.

In the end, traces of the two of them were left in every corner of the suite, and Zhang Yunyi finally asked to enter the space to continue the battle.

The two of them returned to Mr. Zhang's villa at 6: to have dinner with the Zhang family.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa Zhang, Grandma Zhang, and uncles and aunts, for keeping you waiting." Tang Shi said sheepishly to the Zhang family in the living room.

"No, the food is still being cooked. Xiao Shi, come to grandma." Grandma Zhang looked at Tang Shi and said with a smile on her face.

Tang Shi sat obediently next to Grandma Zhang, and then chatted with the Zhang family.

Since the relationship between the two became public, Tang Shi would go to Zhang's house for dinner every week to chat with the Zhang family and talk about current affairs.

The Zhang family's health is still maintained, and Tang Shi is solely responsible for it, so now Mr. Zhang and Mrs. Zhang, like Mr. Wen in Hong Kong City, don't look like people in their 70s. Even if they say that they are in their 50s, some people will believe it, and the Zhang family's The ladies are all very good at keeping their looks, and they keep the men in their respective families tightly.

Maybe before, Zhang Yunyi's mother might still have some knots, but now she directly regards Tang poetry as a golden bump.

"Old madam, the food is ready." Aunt Li came to Grandma Zhang's side and said.

"Okay, Xiaoshi, let's go eat."

"it is good."

After that, the group of people walked to the restaurant. During dinner time every Monday, everyone was there, and they were in harmony.

The emotional life of Tang poetry follows this pattern.