romantic accident

It was already mid-morning when he woke up. An Mingzhi moved his sore waist. He accidentally hurt it while filming a few days ago. His waist was already hurt, but after being tossed by Zheng Yuzhang, his bones all fell apart.

He opened the heavy curtains, and the warm winter sun came in and fell on his toes.The sun has risen very high, it is estimated that it will be more than nine o'clock.

After taking a shower, he took out clean clothes from the closet and changed into them, before he dared to leave the room when he was fully dressed.On the second floor, Zheng Yuyang could be heard watching cartoons in the living room. He had short thick legs and his feet couldn't even touch the ground when he sat on the sofa, dangling in mid-air.

The housekeeper saw An Mingzhi first, raised his head to say hello to him, and was no stranger to him appearing in the villa at any time, "Mr. An is back."

An Mingzhi nodded, but was heard by Xiao Yuyang, who stumbled and rolled off the sofa, almost knocking on the table, which made An Mingzhi startled.

"Brother An!" Xiao Yuyang didn't know the danger, ran towards him, climbed up the stairs, and stretched out his arms to hug him.

The housekeeper followed behind, who had already become half of the family's nanny, "Little ancestor, slow down, and be careful not to fall!"

Knowing that he went downstairs, An knew that he moved a little faster, and he couldn't help but feel an unspeakable pain somewhere in his body, so he squatted down and hugged Zheng Yuyang who was running.

Only then did the housekeeper feel relieved, and turned to ask An Mingzhi, "Mr. An hasn't had breakfast yet, so I'll ask someone to make some for you."

An Mingzhi asked for the time, only to realize that it was already ten o'clock, thought for a while and said, "I'll do it myself."

As long as he is at home, other people are like decorations, and Zheng Yuzhang doesn't recognize anything except his cooking.So the duties were often switched, but he became the cook at home.

An knew that he was hugging Xiao Yuyang, and planned to put him on the sofa. Zheng Yuyang hadn't seen him for a long time, and he hugged his neck and refused to let go, "I want to hug, I want to hug!"

The unreasonable look was carved out of the same mold as Zheng Yuzhang. An knew that after taking care of the older ones, he had to take care of the younger ones, so he coaxed the little Yuyang patiently.

"I'll go and steam a small cake for Yang Yang, okay?"

What does a three-year-old child know? When he heard that there was something delicious, and it was a cake made by Brother An, he immediately salivated, "Okay, okay."

Huh, on this point, Zheng Yuyang is much easier to talk to than his father.

An Mingzhi walked to the kitchen, put on his apron, and began to prepare the ingredients for the small cake.How many years he has been with Zheng Yuzhang, and how long he has been a "nanny" for their family, first taking care of the older ones, and then taking care of the younger ones, taking care of them, I don't know who Zheng Yuzhang gave birth to a little baby with .

He followed Zheng Yuzhang at the age of 19, and he is 27 this year. In the past eight years, his career has almost been abandoned, and he has devoted all his attention to the three members of the Zheng family.

What do you need a babysitter for?These are Zheng Yuzhang's original words, listen to how confident he is.Especially when he was serving Zheng Yuzhang on the bed, he whispered these words into his ears, that is, to bully An, knowing that he has a good temper and dare not resist him!

"Is Zhenzhen not at home?" An Mingzhi asked the housekeeper.

The butler is also surnamed Zheng, a distant relative of the family, and An Mingzhi sometimes calls him Uncle Zheng.Zheng Bo said: "This Saturday, Miss went to dance class. In the afternoon, she said she was going shopping with friends, and she probably won't be back until evening."

An Mingzhi nodded to show that he understood, and went to Zheng Yuyang with a small cake.

Zheng Yuyang's small appearance is no worse than that of Zheng Zhenzhen when he was a child. His round eyes are like black gemstones, occupying half of his small face, followed by his nose and small mouth.The small mouth is pink, and it often sticks to An Mingzhi's body, kissing endlessly.

"Sir, I went to the company. I don't know if I will be back at noon. But you are at home, so you probably came back." The housekeeper said after him.

An Mingzhi nodded, but thought in his heart, it's better to say goodbye.

Zheng Yuzhang is a Buddha, it's easy to invite him, but it's hard to send him away. Isn't he the one who will suffer in the end?

An Mingzhi didn't speak any more, hugged Zheng Yuyang and fed him a small cake.He himself was very hungry. He hadn't eaten since he came out of Haicheng Airport, and he could still hold on normally, but last night he was exhausted on the road, and An Mingzhi felt hungry long ago.

It's time for lunch soon, and he doesn't want to bother the cook to prepare extra, so he and Xiao Yuyang can eat delicious little cakes together.

After filling his stomach, An Mingzhi turned off the animation, and took Xiao Yuyang to the small yard to play on the swing and bask in the sun.The flower garden in the yard was well taken care of by the housekeeper. It is cold winter, but there is no sense of depression and dilapidation. Those withered roses will sprout new branches in spring.

At the turn of spring and summer, the flowers are growing too crazy, An Mingzhi will help take care of them, and Zheng Yuzhang will also, these flowers are all planted by himself!

About six or seven years ago, before Zheng Yuyang was born, An Mingzhi was only picked up by the driver to the villa occasionally.He felt that the yard was empty and lifeless, so he suggested to Zheng Yuzhang to plant something.After hearing this, Zheng Yuzhang asked someone to buy flower seeds, and planted roses and roses in the rained soil by himself.

The man's sleeves were rolled up, and he was bent over and tied in the pile of flower seeds. Beads of sweat rolled on his forehead, making his body covered in mud.An Mingzhi, who was only in his early twenties at that time, was still immature and innocent, and he was amused by his appearance.

This smile was met with disappointment, Zheng Yuzhang finished planting the flower seeds, smelled of sweat and mud all over his body, came to hug him and kissed him, pressed his waist and wished to press him on the well-manicured lawn for a field fight.An Mingzhi was so frightened that his little face turned pale, and when he pushed him away, his face was dirty and his body was covered in mud.

The old fox wanted to take a bath, so he washed him foolishly.At that time, he was too young and innocent, what did he know.After washing and washing, he wiped the gun and fired.

The boy in the mirror was young and ignorant, his body pressed against the wall, his legs trembling with pain.

He couldn't even stand still, the boy shook his shoulders and begged for mercy, calling Mr. Zheng, it was pitiful.

Zheng Yuyang sat in An Mingzhi's arms swinging on the swing, the adult's embrace was always so warm, Xiao Yuyang still couldn't understand what An Mingzhi said in his ear, but giggled and clapped his hands to say yes.

When Zheng Yuzhang came back, he saw the big and the young, sitting on the swing chair and smiling, what a harmonious and warm picture.The little one is chubby, blinks his eyes when he smiles, and his childish voice is like a bell, which can be heard from far away.The eldest bowed his head and smiled lightly, gentle and elegant, the sun was shining in the yard, and so were the people.

"What are you talking about quietly? Listen to me too."

Zheng Yuzhang strode into the yard, with a smile on his face that didn't go away, and he didn't notice the corners of his mouth twitching.

When Xiao Yuyang saw his father, he immediately raised his arms and called him: "Dad!"

He shouted loudly, but Zheng Yuzhang really went to hug him, and the little guy still didn't look for him. He snuggled into An Mingzhi's arms and rubbed against his chest, kicking up An Mingzhi's newly bought sweater. .

When An Mingzhi saw Zheng Yuzhang, he sat up straighter, "You are back."

Zheng Yuzhang was very happy at first, but his son refused to give him a hug, and An Mingzhi slammed himself into the muzzle of the gun, saying "you" every time, and the joy on his face was gone.

So Zheng Yuzhang looked gloomy, hugged his youngest son indifferently, and asked him, "Why are you so nervous, you don't want me to come back?"

An Mingzhi shook his head repeatedly and said no.

How dare he.