Walking with the Villain, Lou Xiao'e's Alternative Love

After the family of three had their fill, they happily said goodbye to Sha Zhu's family and prepared to leave the courtyard.

But when Lou Xiao'e's eyes fell on the reluctant farewell scene between her son and He Qing.

Only then did I realize that the eye contact between the two children seemed to hide a secret that only they understood.

Lou Xiao'e's heart trembled. The exchange of eyes revealed not only friendship, but also some kind of "transaction".

She muttered to herself, "It's over. Her prodigal son must have succeeded."

It is certain that he borrowed He Qing’s money to “make money”.

This is a jerk. He just ripped off his own son’s money.

But not only can He Qing's money not be cheated, but interest must be paid.

This is ridiculous. I am playing and I am starving. "

The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. She couldn't help but turn her gaze to Xu Damao beside her, and a nameless anger rose quietly in her heart.

When she got home, she simply acted like a "Germain Buddha".

He gave Xu Damao instructions and assigned him a series of household chores.

He was so busy that his feet hardly touched the ground.

At first, Xu Damao thought this was normal.

After all, he has always been concerned about the big and small matters at home.

But the more he did it, the more things felt wrong, and an inexplicable sense of disharmony quietly grew in his heart.

But he couldn't figure out the reason behind this for the time being.

However, he did not choose to bear this grievance and confusion alone.

Instead, it became an excuse for him to "transfer" his emotions to his son.

Xu Shaochen, who was not innocent, was leisurely watching the excitement of Old Xu being "trained" by his mother.

Suddenly, he was caught as a child laborer by his unscrupulous father. He was unwilling but had to obey.

So, the figures of father and son shuttled around the house, one big and one small, one in front and one behind.

Although busy, the tacit understanding and helplessness also reveal a sense of "sharing weal and woe".

The whole house was instantly filled with a lively and slightly humorous atmosphere because of this "labor reform" program.

Xu Shaochen muttered quietly in the back, complaining that his father didn't treat him as a human being.

His words were full of childish dissatisfaction.

Xu Damao was in the front, busy at work, and at the same time he shouted: "We don't want to keep idle people in our family, don't dawdle!"

"Listen, is this human language?

If you don't want to keep idle people, why don't you dare let your wife work?

You just know how to bully me."

Xu Shaochen took a rag and wiped here and there while muttering to himself.

At this moment, Lou Xiao'e, the "Uncle Lou" of the family, was sitting leisurely on the sofa, holding a cup of fragrant tea in her hand, gently blowing the hot steam on the tea surface, with a smug smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Alas, these days, if the world could be a little more peaceful, it would be perfect."

Her soft sigh seemed to express her cherishment of her current life and her longing for the future.

Upon seeing this, the father and son looked at each other. In their eyes, there was envy and jealousy of Lou Xiao'e's leisurely life, as well as a hint of helplessness and self-mockery about their own situation.

"Is it infuriating? Yes, it is indeed infuriating.

Big vote?

How old?

strike.

You come.

You come. "

They communicated silently in their hearts, but then reached a consensus: "Resist? Hmm!

Thought about it!

But...no, no, no, forget it. We can't afford to offend this "Uncle Lou"!

If you can't afford to offend, just do your job."

In the end, this bitter hatred turned into a fawning smile from the big and small to the supervisor.

Knowing they were no match for their opponent, the father and son quickly adjusted their mindset and decided to continue with their work honestly and skillfully.

After all, there may not necessarily be a reward for doing a good job.

But if you don't do it well, you will definitely be punished.

Finally, Lou Xiao'e, holding her son who had been washed clean and fragrant by Xu Damao, slowly walked into his childlike room.

She arranged everything in the room to be warm and thoughtful, fearing that any omission would make her baby son feel uncomfortable.

She gently placed the sleeping little guy on the crib, and was so cautious as if she was afraid to disturb his dream of getting married.

Then she moved the large jar of ice to a perfect position to ensure the coolness of the room and prevent her son from catching a cold.

Only after completing this series of actions did Lou Xiao'e finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Leaning over and gazing at his son's sleeping face, my heart was filled with endless tenderness.

She gently placed a kiss on the tender face.

That was her deepest love and care for her son.

Only at this moment did she become absolutely certain that this little life was the fruit of her love with Xu Damao.

It is an indispensable part of Lou Xiao'e's life.

Recalling every detail of her son's growth, Lou Xiao'e couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

While children of the same age may still be toddlers and speak indistinctly, her son can already speak fluently in an adult tone.

Although he would occasionally fall down due to the lack of coordination of his short legs when she chased him, his intelligence and energy beyond his age always amazed people.

What made Lou Xiao'e feel even more interesting was that her son's colorful facial expressions seemed to be able to accurately capture and display the complex emotions that only adults have, making people unable to help but make all kinds of guesses.

However, what puzzled Lou Xiao'e and Xu Damao the most was their son's obsession with money.

This extraordinary interest made the two of them often wonder privately whether this child was "born in the wrong womb"?

Why do you have such a special liking for money?

Lou Xiao'e herself had wondered more than once whether the little one was also an "outsider" like her.

From the initial disdain and rejection of her and Xu Damao to the later helpless acceptance.

And then to the current attachment and closeness.

For Lou Xiao'e, her son's psychological changes in the past two years are both a mystery and a valuable record of his growth.

She couldn't help but wonder what kind of mental journey this little guy had gone through to become the "normal" yet unique person he is today.

Lou Xiao'e chuckled and shook her head, seeming to be filled with complex emotions of both worry and expectation about her son's future.

But she quickly put these thoughts behind her and decided to cherish the present.

When I returned to Xu Damao's room, I saw Xu Damao wearing flowered shorts and calculating accounts with an abacus.

"No, it's the middle of the night, how come you've already calculated it?" Lou Xiao'e asked curiously.

Xu Damao stopped what he was doing, looked up at her, and said seriously, "Wife, guess how much money our porridge shop lost?

If you don’t count it, you won’t know. Once you count it, you’ll be shocked.”

Lou Xiao'e walked to the dressing table and sat down, saying lightly: "It's only been opened for a few days, let him pay as much as he can, how much can he pay?

When Xu Damao heard this, he immediately became anxious and blurted out, "How much compensation? I'm almost paying for you, a spendthrift woman."

Now it was Lou Xiaoe's turn to get anxious. She pointed at herself and asked, "Are you going to pay me back for just a few steamed buns and bowls of porridge?

Xu Damao, you are not seriously ill, are you? "

"Well, wife, you are so right.

I’m really sick.”

At this moment, Xu Damao wished he could slap himself twice.

But my mouth is already bald, what should I do?

Just comfort her! What else can I do?