The husband of a financial tycoon

Shen Xiuzhu lived a fulfilling life in Shanghai every day. Watching the little bamboo shoot celebrate its first birthday on November 99, 11, he concentrated on painting every day, and fell asleep happily in his brother's arms at night, thus ushering in the year 22. arrival.

"Dad...Dad..." Xiaozhusun turned over and lay on top of her father, and was soon carried out of the bedroom by her father.

"Hmm..." Little Bamboo Shoot kicked unwillingly.

Zhuang Xing held his son's troublesome little paw, yawned and said, "My dear son, dad will make milk for you."

Zhuang Xing is woken up by his son almost every morning, and he also attaches great importance to being alone with his son in the morning.It can not only let Shen Xiuzhu sleep until he wakes up naturally in the morning, but also cultivate a father-son relationship with his son.

Holding the small bamboo shoots, I went to boil water first, and then went back to the living room to change my son's diaper.The little bamboo shoot was lying on the sofa obediently, drinking water from a baby bottle filled with cold water.

Whenever he changed his son's diaper, looking at the small bamboo shoots and lotus root legs, with two fleshy thighs, he was very satisfied, with a smile in his eyes.

Picking up the little bamboo shoot after changing the diaper, Zhuang Xing went to turn off the fire. After drinking the water, the little bamboo shoot was full of energy, and kept talking from the beginning of the morning, "Dad... ah ah ah..."

He called Dad, and Zhuang Xing leaned over to kiss his fat cheek.

Little Bamboo Shoot: "Hey hey..."

Zhuang Xing leaned over to kiss again.

The two father and son waited warmly for the water temperature.When the little bamboo shoot finally gurgled and started to dry with the bottle in its arms, Zhou Xuejun also woke up. After washing up, he came to pick up the little fat man.

Zhuang Xing quickly washed his face and brushed his teeth, and then made breakfast. While he was boiling the noodles, he heard the little bamboo shoots shouting one after another in the living room after drinking milk: "Dad... oh dad... Dad!"

The fat son was like a supervisor, and the sound of supervision made Zhuang Xing's heart melt and his hands soften.

The little bamboo shoot crawled and crawled in the baby pen, and climbed to the edge, facing the direction of the kitchen, with two fat claws clawing at the baffle, and stood up unsteadily, with two small fleshy legs trembling Shaking three times, Zhou Xuejun sat behind his grandson, protecting him with his hands.

Zhou Xuejun said with a smile: "Your father is cooking noodles in the kitchen, and he will come to hug you in a while."

The little bamboo shoot smacked its mouth and said "Wow...".

Zhou Xuejun smiled kindly.

Zhuang Xing couldn't help but come out, walked over and bent down to kiss his son's smooth forehead.

When Shen Xiuzhu woke up, Zhuang Xing's scallion noodles were ready, and his aunt came to work, so she went directly to the kitchen to clean the pots and bowls.

A family of four sat at the dining table to eat breakfast, the little bamboo shoot pouted and watched the adults eat with a blank expression.

Shen Xiuzhu went to wash a tomato for the little bamboo shoot. This tomato was so pink and sweet that he bought it as a fruit to eat.Holding the small bamboo shoot in his arms, he grinded it with a few small teeth. The skin of the tomato was too smooth for him to bite through, so he screamed anxiously: "Ah! Ahhh..."

Shen Xiuzhu smiled and said, "Son, look at Dad."

"Don't worry, can you bite slowly?" When the little bamboo shoot looked over, Shen Xiuzhu slowly taught each word.

The little bamboo shoot looked up at her father blankly, then turned her head to look at her father, blinked her eyes and continued to eat tomatoes.

As if I understood what my father said, I stopped shouting in a hurry.

After Zhuang Xing finished his breakfast, he took a sip of orange juice and said, "Mom and Zhuang Yang will arrive at noon. If you are too busy, I will take my son to the company, huh?"

Zhuang Yang was on winter vacation, Li Lan thought about it, and decided to bring her youngest son to Shanghai to visit her grandson, and leave her husband Zhuang Jianshe in the island city, and wait for his annual vacation to come to Shanghai for a reunion.

Shen Xiuzhu pursed his lips and smiled naively. Although he was carrying small bamboo shoots every day, he was sometimes stuck and couldn't do anything, but he still couldn't bear to push his son to his brother.

"No, I'll pick up Mom and Yangyang with my arms."

Little Bamboo Shoot: "Hahaha..."

The adult looked over and found that the drooling tomato had finally gnawed a small gap in the small bamboo shoot. He sucked the tomato juice and laughed happily.

Zhuang Xing looked at his son, but smiled and said to Xiao Zhuzi: "That's hard work, baby, I'm going to work."

Shen Xiuzhu was buried in the bowl, his eyebrows were raised high, and he looked at his grandfather embarrassedly, seeing his grandfather lowered his head and eating noodles seriously, as if he didn't hear, he smiled happily at Zhuang Xing.

After 3 months, Xiaozhusun saw her grandma again, and she really recognized her for a long time in a daze. Shen Xiuzhu handed him into Li Lan's arms, and he still stared at her with his head raised.

Finally hugging the good grandson that Tian Tian misses, Li Lan said in her heart, "Do you still remember grandma?"

Zhuang Yang leaned over and kissed his nephew, and then Xiaozhusun pouted, holding his grandma's finger to look at the scenery outside the car.

Huddled in his grandma's arms in a small, fleshy ball, he twisted his neck and looked out of the car window. The fat cheeks on the side were so cute and fleshy.

"I can be called Dad now, I can eat and sleep, and I'm very good. Little bamboo shoot, call me daddy." Shen Xiuzhu sat in the co-pilot and turned around to talk to Little bamboo shoot.

"Father..." Seeing her father looking at her, Xiaozhuzhu pouted her buttocks and opened her little arms to hug her.

Shen Xiuzhu: "Well, Dad's hands are sore, and grandma is holding you."

Dad didn't hug, and the little bamboo shoot didn't make a fuss, and continued to turn its head to look around while picking its claws.

Li Lan said in her heart, "Then she will be able to walk soon."

"He was able to stand up by himself, and stood up several times, but he still didn't dare to let go, for fear of falling."

Li Lanxin pinched the little bamboo shoot's legs, the tentacles were full of sensuality, she smiled with satisfaction, it was really well raised.

Shen Xiuzhu sat upright, and continued, "The painting was just shipped away two days ago. I went to the Beijing Art Exhibition on February 2st and flew back on the 1th. Mom, you can help me take him with you."

On February 2nd, I talked to Li Lanxin on the phone before the exhibition.

Zhuang Yang squinted his eyes and answered, "I'll bring it for you, second brother."

Shen Xiuzhu turned his head and glanced at him, and said in disapproval, "No, you're doing your homework, next year in senior year, right?"

Speaking of this, Li Lan also looked at his younger son worriedly, "Stop looking at your phone, Yang Yang, you are squinting when you see people now, can you still read the textbooks clearly?"

While chatting, the driver drove the car into the community and stopped at the entrance of the villa. Auntie had already prepared lunch and came out with Zhou Xuejun to help carry the luggage.

After lunch, the little bamboo shoots lay beside grandma and took a nap.

Zhuang Yang was not sleepy, so he went to the study to turn on the computer.

Last year, Tencent developed QICQ, a communication network tool, which won the affirmation of users. This year, QICQ swept the domestic instant messaging market. For some reasons, it officially changed its name to QQ. The icon is a cute little penguin.

Zhuang Yang immediately found the QQ icon and logged in to chat with QQ netizens. He became the first group of netizens who were addicted to QQ chatting.

On January 1, Shen Xiuzhu went to Beijing with his grandfather Zhou Xuejun and teacher Qiu Yu.Immediately after the plane landed, I called my brother to report.

Zhuang Xing seriously urged on the phone, and Shen Xiuzhu agreed.

Seeing her son hung up the phone, Li Lan came over with her grandson in her arms and asked, "Xiao Zhuzi got off the plane?"

"It's landed, and the art exhibition staff have already gone to pick it up." Zhuang Xing threw the phone on the sofa, reached out to pick up the little bamboo shoot and hugged it.

"Why didn't you follow this time? Don't worry?"

"Don't worry. Since the little bamboo shoot, he is stronger and more independent than our hearts."

After Zhuang Xing finished speaking, he lifted the little bamboo shoot twice. The little bamboo shoot often played this high-lifting game with the two fathers, and he was very excited and cooperative.

Li Lanxin teased her son and said, "He is independent or not, and he lives with you, as long as you like it."

Li Lanxin went to the kitchen to steam chicken cakes for her good grandson, while Zhuang Xing practiced walking in the baby pen with small bamboo shoots.

The little bamboo shoot propped up its small arms, like a little penguin, with one foot deep and the other shallow, and took soft steps. After a few steps, the fat legs softened, and Zhuang Xing used all his strength to pick him up.

Little Bamboo Shoot jumped into the air with both feet, found a new game, stopped practicing walking, and just split in the air, his feet refused to touch the ground, so his father just used the posture of fishing for him to shake and shake.

"Ahahaha..." Little Bamboo Shoot was very happy.

Zhuang Xing reprimanded his son softly: "Dad taught you to walk, put your feet down."

The little bamboo shoot couldn't understand the grown-ups anymore, and its two fleshy legs were split straight, like a fat white swan practicing ballet.

Zhuang Xing was defeated first, grabbed his son's armpit, bent over and swung his son back and forth, clearly serving the little bamboo shoot.

February 2nd is the first day of the exhibition.It's very cold outside in Beijing. Fortunately, Shen Xiuzhu is slender, wearing thermal underwear under the suit, a woolen vest, and a cashmere coat outside. He is fully armed to resist the cold.

There are still more than 10 days until the Spring Festival, but the capital is still overcrowded. Until the moment of the New Year, people are still sticking to their posts.

At the opening ceremony of the art exhibition, after the host gave a speech, the representatives of the Chinese Artists Association came to present awards to the top three one by one. The media almost captured Shen Xiuzhu.

Among the top three in this session, there is such a young painter. The key is that he is handsome, and he is not far behind the stars with makeup on TV.

Shen Xiuzhu is wearing a well-fitting suit, artist's half-shoulder hair, delicate and fair skin, and his lips are a little dark from the cold, but it doesn't affect his quiet masculine beauty.

Zhou Xuejun sat in the guest seat gratified. Finally, Shen Xiuzhu, who had received the award, stepped off the stage and walked around the art exhibition. The grandfather and grandson admired the paintings of the top two, and Zhou Xuejun professionally analyzed the strengths of others to Shen Xiuzhu.

However, Shen Xiuzhu's painting style is different from the other two. He focuses on traditional Chinese painting of figures, and Zhou Xuejun mainly takes him to appreciate it.

The three-day art exhibition ended, and all of Shen Xiuzhu's figure paintings were sold!There are two landscape paintings that are not as good as the first two, so I kept them and sent them to the gallery for display.

The remuneration will not be paid until the year after the year, when the department in charge of the art exhibition has calculated it.

So Shen Xiuzhu led his grandfather and teacher to visit Beijing on the 6th and 7th, and once again went to Beijing, the Forbidden City and other famous scenic spots in Beijing.

Little Bamboo Shoot crawled towards the door of the studio again, and Li Lanxin had already carried him back 4 or 5 times, everyone knew that he was missing his father.

Zhuang Xing went to pick up his son from the ground, and the little bamboo shoot was still yelling, "Dad..."

His little paw pointed at the studio, Zhuang Xing stretched out his hand to hold his little paw and kissed, "Dad will be back the day after tomorrow, do you miss Dad?"

"Humph... wow..." Little Bamboo Shoot burst into tears, kicking and kicking with her calves, leaning her body towards the studio.

"Dad will take you there by car, be good." Zhuang Xing frowned, wiping tears for his son in distress.

"Wow... oh, I'm afraid... Dad!" Xiaozhusun avoided his father's palm in disgust, and twisted his body to go to the studio.

Zhuang Xing carried him into the yard, put him in the red toy car, coaxed him for half an hour, and played with him for another hour, finally calming the little bamboo shoot.

Li Lan was a little anxious, she loved her grandson too much.

Zhuang Xing is quite open-minded, painting is Xiao Zhuzi's interest, and it will help Xiao Zhuzi build up his self-confidence and strengthen his heart if it continues to develop.So he tried his best to avoid the same business trip time as Xiao Zhuzi, and just ensured that the child must have a father by his side.

Fortunately, Shen Xiuzhu works in the creative field, so he has relatively free time. He can't go on business trips twice a year, and he can be by Xiaozhusun's side every day.