No.2 self-cultivation in the hidden corner

Ye Chimin, who was hiding a little secret, unconsciously had a secret smile on his face. Zhu Chaoyang felt like a little squirrel who stole candy, cute and childish.

After finishing the soup, Ye Chimin put down the bowl. She desperately wanted to stay away from Zhu Chaoyang, so she paused and raised her head and said, "I'm done drinking, I'm going in to read a book."

When she walked to the door of the bedroom, her footsteps stopped, she looked at the orderly black marks on the edge of the door, turned around curiously, and asked, "What is this?"

Zhu Chaoyang, who was drinking soup, raised his head. This place was too deep for him, and he knew what it was without looking. He put down the bowl, thought for a while, and answered truthfully, "My dad used to measure my height every birthday. Make a mark here when you're done."

In the kitchen, Zhou Chunhong stopped chopping vegetables, wiped her face, and closed the door calmly. She smiled at Ye Chimin, "The smell of oily smoke is too strong."

Ye Chimin was taken aback, why did he close the door when he clearly said the smell of oily smoke was too strong.

She looked at Zhu Chaoyang, and suddenly realized that she had touched the deliberately forgotten pain of this broken family. She paused, glanced at the closed kitchen door, hesitated, stepped forward and hugged Zhu Chaoyang.

The young man was thin, with distinct bones, as fragile as a precious ceramic doll.

Zhu Chaoyang stood where he was, out of breath.This was the first time Ye Chimin hugged him, and this was the second time they hugged. He couldn't remember when the first time was, but he was like a drowning man, tightly grasping Ye Chimin's life-saving straw.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and hugged the girl back.

Ye Chimin trembled, clenched his teeth, and subconsciously pushed him away.

Afraid that he might misunderstand, he followed Ye Jun's example and patted his head, "Then, can I help you measure your birthday every year from now on?"

——Zhu Chaoyang's father will help him measure his height, and I will also help him measure, rounding off, I am Zhu Chaoyang's father!

——No, no, my dad also wants to be Zhu Chaoyang's dad!

The relationship was so messed up that she couldn't figure it out, and frowned somewhat aggrievedly. Zhu Chaoyang, who was immersed in her words, came back to his senses, gently raised his hand, and smoothed the girl's brow.

——All troubles should be borne by him alone, and she should be placed in his palm from birth.

Ye Chimin was taken aback, is this the son's concern for his father?

——No, no, I'm not his father!

She was afraid that Zhu Chaoyang would see something, so she got up in a panic, turned around, and said, "You haven't measured it this year, have you?" After a pause, she added, "How about I measure it for you now."

After finishing speaking, he whispered again, "It's only been a few days, won't you grow taller?"

Zhu Chaoyang smiled, only thinking that she was frightened by herself, "I'll get the ruler."

Ye Chimin stood at the door of the bedroom, gesticulating his height against the wall.

Zhu Chaoyang came back quickly, and the boy stood up according to her words, with a shy smile on his face.

Ye Chimin took the ruler, finished the measurement in a decent manner, and drew a black mark on the wall with a pencil, but it was not obvious after drawing, so he stepped forward to deepen it.

The sudden approach caused Zhu Chaoyang's heart to go into cardiac arrest.

The atmosphere was a little inexplicably oppressive for a while.

Ye Chimin straightened up, "Okay." He clapped his hands in satisfaction as he spoke.

Zhu Chaoyang looked at the newly painted marks on the wall, and scratched his head contentedly, "Thank you Minmin, I will trouble you in the future."

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