The husband of a financial tycoon

Here, Shen Xiuzhu and Zhuang Xing had just landed in the capital, and Zhang Lili in Shenzhen also bought tickets to return to the island.

In Shenzhen, she created an image of a clean family background and a happy family. At the beginning, she felt the kindness of her colleagues in the big city. She really wanted to stay in the big city where she was unfamiliar.

At that time, her senior accountant proposed to resign, but the company actually required her senior to stay in accordance with the contract until a new recruit was recruited and handed over until the new recruit was able to fully take over the position of accountant before going through the resignation procedures.

But she took the initiative to stand up and said that she could stay and give the company enough time to recruit talents.

After getting along for half a year, she understood that there are too many unfortunate people in this world.The friendliness of her colleagues to her is simply because she is not aggressive and has a certain ability to work.

We are all living the days of firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea. We only have time to care about the saltiness of our own dishes. Even if you smell the spicy food in your kitchen, you sneezed a few times and slapped your nose.

Whether your food is spicy or not is entirely up to you.

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Shen Xiuzhu and Zhuang Xing arrived in Beijing, rested for one night, and rushed to the organizer of the National Youth Art Exhibition the next day to submit their works.

Shen Xiuzhu made a Chinese painting with a complete composition. The whole painting is 12 square feet. It was named "Tian Lun", and the inscription - Niaosing Mountain is tall and lush, and there is a family in the mountain. The blue bricks and black tiles emit smoke, and the family happiness is in the world.

When the organizer saw his painting, the first impression was that it was so magical. Looking at this pair of [Tianlun], the whole heart calmed down, as if he was no longer in the hustle and bustle of the city, and returned to his childhood of smelling chickens and dogs chasing the sunset .

Because of the special respect for Shen Xiuzhu, I already estimated in my heart that the achievement of this painting is not low.

The work is done, the capital is here, and it must be two days of fun.

In the afternoon, the two went to *** Square first, and then went to the Forbidden City.As a result, there was a large passenger flow during the summer vacation, and the two couples queued for a long time.

Shen Xiuzhu looked at the square, and whispered to his brother, "There are a lot of people."

Zhuang Xing took the guide map given by the staff and held it over the little bamboo's head to shade the child, "Is it hot?"

The hair length of the child in front of me is the same as that of a rock star, almost reaching shoulder length. He supplements nutrition with small bamboo shoots every day, and his arms and legs covered in the room are white.

Someone in the square was selling balloons and other gadgets, and they directly regarded Shen Xiuzhu as a little sister, and the embarrassing Shen Xiuzhu blushed.

At this moment, his face was still powdery, and he was looking around curiously. Hearing my brother's question, he quickly turned his head and replied, "It's hot, and I don't use an umbrella. Little girls only use umbrellas."

Zhuang Xing was helpless. He really wanted to buy an umbrella for the child. After all, he knew each other too well. Before he could open his mouth, Shen Xiuzhu gave him the answer.

"Don't suffer from heat stroke."

"No." Shen Xiuzhu still disagreed, indeed, at this time, there is no man on the street with a parasol.

In the end, the two went to the Forbidden City, and there was no chance to buy an umbrella. Under the big sun above their heads, they soon started the tour of the Forbidden City.

Shen Xiuzhu has no feeling for the palace architecture of the Forbidden City, but he is very familiar with the red gate deep courtyard, which is also made of wood and red lacquer.

The two followed behind the crowd, appreciating leisurely.Zhuang Xing listened to the children chattering about Shen's residence, outside of Shen's residence, he had nothing to share with his brother, after all he was trapped in the deep house.

The two of them spent the whole afternoon in the Forbidden City Museum. They didn't come out through the back door until Shen Xiuzhu was hungry. There were many solicitors at the door.

As long as there are people, there will be business, and the Chinese people are wise.

The two discussed going to eat Peking Duck. Zhuang Xing himself came to the capital for the first time.

Zhuang Xing moved his gaze from the map to the child's face, and asked dotingly, "What are you thinking? So happy?"

Shen Xiuzhu looked around, stepped on his feet mysteriously, leaned into his brother's ear, and said in a low voice: "I think it's fine, I don't know the way, and my brother doesn't know the way either."

What he said was weird, but Zhuang Xing understood, "Little idiot."

Traveling requires meals, car rides, scenic spot selection, and schedule planning. When there are differences of opinion, it depends on who compromises first.

For example, after eating the roast duck, he passed by a hotel. Shen Xiuzhu really liked the atmosphere of literature and art, so he wanted to stay for one night.

If he was more rational, Zhuang Xing would definitely refuse. One is that it is far away from the next day's itinerary, and the other is that the sound insulation here is poor and the environment is not good. His little one will definitely not be able to sleep.

Shen Xiuzhu stood still, holding his brother's wrist, and said, "I want to live here."

After finishing speaking, he didn't give his brother time to reason, and stretched out his hand to gently scratch Zhuang Xing's waist.

As a result, when it was time to go to bed at night, the poor sound insulation showed up, and the next door could hear coughing, and Shen Xiuzhu couldn't fall asleep rolling around beside Zhuang Xing.

Zhuang Xing had expected it a long time ago, he picked up the little bamboo and lay on his body, patted his back like coaxing his son, "Do you dare to be disobedient next time?"

Shen Xiuzhu let go of his strength, and leaned on his brother limply, nodded 'hmm', "I was wrong, what would I do without my brother?"

After speaking, he sighed funnyly.

Zhuang Xing laughed sullenly, his chest was pressed down by Shen Xiuzhu, his laughter was a bit ethereal.In front of him, Shen Xiuzhu always has a childish air that others can't see, and can't help but be mischievous and self-willed, but he admits mistakes very quickly and has a very good attitude.

There is often some admiration and need for oneself in the attitude.

Zhuang Xing was very useful.And Shen Xiuzhu also felt more and more that he and his brother were a perfect match, he was the pot and his brother was the cover.

In the next few days, the two went to the Great Wall and became heroes for a while; they walked through Wudaoying Hutong and ate the famous century-old braised stew in the capital; they went to the Summer Palace and saw the well-preserved imperial palace; Feel the educational environment of a famous school.

A week later, the two set off back to the island.

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This day, Little Bamboo Shoot was being hugged to play the piano. He clapped the keys and became happy for a while, "Haha... hey..."

Hearing Xiaozhusun's sweet and naive smile, Li Lan breathed a sigh of relief, looking forward to the two children who went to the capital to come back soon. Last night, Xiaozhusun had a lot of trouble and just didn't sleep.

The weather was hot, and the little bamboo shoot was wearing a cotton vest made by grandma, with bare feet, and was bitten by a mosquito on the fleshy instep.

The backs of his feet were itchy, and he couldn't sit still. He whimpered and twisted his body. Zhuang Yang held him and stood up, "What's the matter? What's the matter with you? Call uncle..."

"Hmm...huh." Little Bamboo Shoot flattened her mouth, frowning and about to cry.

Li Lanxin heard the movement and hurried over to pick up her grandson, "Hold him well, don't make trouble with him."

Zhuang Yang didn't care about his mother's blame, and looked at his little nephew worriedly, "Don't cry, what's wrong?"

He is also stupid, if the little bamboo shoot can answer, will he still cry?

The little bamboo shoot was transferred to grandma's arms, still humming, his big head wanted to fall down, but the position of being held made him unable to reach his feet, he kicked his legs quickly, twisting and turning.

The little grandson was quite energetic, so Li Lanxin simply put the little bamboo shoot on the sofa, and took a baby bottle filled with cold boiled water to feed the little bamboo shoot.

The little bamboo shoot huddled in the corner of the sofa, leaning against the junction of the sofa back and the armrest, holding the baby bottle, and kept rubbing one foot on the sofa.

After being quiet for a while, Li Lanxin touched his fat feet strangely, "Ah, so I was bitten by a mosquito, so it's itchy?"

The little bamboo shoot obediently drank water with its big eyes open, its feet broke free, and continued to rub against the sofa, making Zhuang Yang laugh out loud.

He grabbed his little nephew's feet, licked the mosquito bag, and then gently scratched his nephew with his thumb.

Zhuang Yang himself heard the old man say that saliva can kill bacteria and relieve itching when he was a child.

The baby's feet smelled like milk, Zhuang Yang held his nephew's fat feet and kissed the mosquito bag several times.