flirt with a rich man

"Don't be afraid, just get some sleep and you'll be fine."

Before falling into the darkness, Xiao Zhuoqiang raised his hand and grabbed the doctor's arm with fear in his eyes, "I...will I die?"

"I promise not."

……

"Look at the child?"

The young man closed his eyes tightly, and only his nose, which was constantly quivering due to nervousness, revealed the fact that the owner was still conscious.

The professor shook his head and said in a low voice, "The child cries softly, so let's send it to the baby room first."

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5 months later.

A small commodity market in the west of Yangzhou.

The young man held the sleeping baby carefully, lowered his voice and bargained with the boss, "I bought this camera and haven't used it for a long time, can you ask for a higher price?"

"Little brother, second-hand, if you can't provide a receipt, I'll take 3000 yuan, and the high point is gone." The shopkeeper smoked a few puffs and looked at the camera, "My price is the most fair for this piece of land. It's gone."

There was a sudden tremor in his arms, and the young man hurriedly patted the child on the back in an attempt to lull him back to sleep, frowning tightly, hesitating for a moment and said: "3100, I haven't bought it for a long time, and I don't want to sell it if something happened at home. Lose."

Why are people so fussy now!

The shopkeeper glared hard, touched the fuselage, it was still cold to the touch, "All right, all right, just 3100."

……

Xiao Zhuo was lost in thought while holding the mobile phone with a small wad of money, and habitually patted his son with his right hand to lull him to sleep.

"Oh, you don't know anything." Said softly, and the child turned his shiny black eyes to look at his father curiously, "Ah, woo." After he finished speaking with difficulty, he sneezed loudly, his small eyes narrowed. a line.

After his son was stable, Xiao Zhuo put it in the shopping cart and pushed it into the supermarket to buy things. Children’s things are very expensive, and a can of milk powder is several hundred, and he eats it quickly. He stops and turns in the milk powder area. After a while, I took three cans of milk powder.

Xiao Yiming stared at the three big things falling beside him. He looked at his father and then at the three guys. He stretched out his fingers from his sleeves and grabbed them, but he couldn't catch them. Looking at his father again, he didn't mean to help. When the mouth is flattened, it is about to cry.

Seeing his son's expression, Xiao Zhuo thought to himself that he was broken and about to cry, so he immediately hugged him out of the car and put him in his arms, "Don't cry, don't cry."

The older generation said that the child turned over, sat and crawled, Xiao Zhuo wiped his son's mouth, shook it, took out a Doraemon doll from his schoolbag and put it in front of him, and his eyes were attracted Yes, Xiaozui babbled twice and reached out to take it.

Put the doll in the child's hand and let it bite. Young people dare not put it in the shopping cart, and buy it slowly with the child in their arms.

Sometimes I have to take care of the children, so I bought it for more than 2 hours, and the money in my pocket after I came out of the supermarket was reduced by one-third. Most of the things I bought were things that children need.

Xiao Zhuo walked hard with the child in his arms, and when he stopped a few steps, his body was covered with sweat. The son was too young, and he was going to sleep after playing for a while. He carefully put the little ancestor on the bed and covered him with the quilt. The young man bent over and sat on the bed side.

He was at his most relaxed when he fell asleep. The bedside lamp gave off a faint light. The walls of the room had been peeled off for a long time, and the backlight sank into darkness. Xiao Zhuo drank his saliva and took out the money in his pocket and put it in In the drawer, there is a stack missing in thickness.

"Xiao Zhuo, are you at home?"

Knowing that it was the voice of Aunt Zhang Zhang, Xiao Zhuo tucked in the quilt and went out softly to open the door, "Aunt Zhang."

"Hey!" Aunt Zhang entered the room and patted the young man on the shoulder, happily saying, "Auntie found you a job!"

Xiao Zhuo poured a glass of water and pulled the woman to sit down, "What job?"

"There is a new barbershop in Times Square, and my friend's son happens to be working there, so there is a shortage of people. I thought you need a job, so I introduced you. I can go there tomorrow. work."

What he needs most now is money, but he has to go to work, what should Yiming do?

Seeing the young man's concerns, Aunt Zhang patted the table with righteousness, "Xiao Zhuo, you can bring this child to me during the day, as an old woman like me is fine at home except playing mahjong, so you can go to work without worry."

"Aunt Zhang, thank you." The young man said.

"Hey, auntie sees that you are honest and want to help you. The little radish at home is terrible. How can you support him if you don't have any income?" There was a sentence in my heart for a long time, and the woman asked: " Xiao Zhuo, where is the mother of the child?"

Xiao Zhuo subconsciously clenched his fist and closed his eyes, "The parents don't agree to dating, so the child is given to me."

"Oh, you young people, you can't control it. It's the children who are suffering." Aunt Zhang shook her head and sighed. Xiao Zhuo looked like a college student, and he looked clean, but he had a child out of wedlock.

But for a moment, I felt that it was nothing. Now the children are all precocious, and my daughters born in the 85s say that they are also aunts. They can’t compete with the current post-90s. The elderly don’t understand the current society.

The voices of the folks in the village can’t be lowered, probably because they woke up the ancestors in the room, and the clear and loud crying sound came from the house immediately, Xiao Zhuo hurried to the house, picked up Yi Ming and dangled it in his arms, and walked by Take out the money under the pillow and go out, "Aunt Zhang, this is the rent for this month."

After collecting the rent and sending the women away, Xiao Zhuo was so skillful that he held the baby in his arms to fill up the milk powder. Yiming curled up his little hands and leaned on his father's shoulder to look at the milk powder, bubbling from his mouth. The child's eyelashes were very long and there were tears hanging down. Seeing the cute appearance, he smiled and wiped it off, kissed his son and put the bottle into his little hand.

Sitting on a stool with Yiming in his arms, blowing on the electric fan, Xiao Zhuo wiped the sweat from his neck, the baby was feeding vigorously, the sound of "hmmmmmmm" kept coming, it was because he was trying his best to suckle, his eyes rolled Chi Liu stared at his father.

"It is reported that the chairman of Founder Group is in a divorce turmoil, and the two parties have been entangled in lawsuits for half a year..." Entertainment news was broadcast on TV, the hostess spoke vividly, and a photo of the party suddenly flashed on the interface. Avoiding being photographed by reporters, the woman showed up without makeup, her figure is a standard model, and the two of them more or less covered themselves up in the photos.

There was only one photo, and the young man held his hands together while looking at it, and immediately turned off the TV, and the only sound in the room was the sound of the fan turning.

The young man walked slowly around the room with Yiming in his arms, and patted the child on the back to lull him to sleep soundlessly. After a while, the sound of sucking the pacifier in his ear became weaker and weaker, and the strength of his hand became lighter and lighter.

He carefully removed the baby bottle and put it on the table, dragging the ancestor on his shoulders into the room.

……

"Xiao Zhuo! A customer ordered you to have your hair cut!" The front desk lady lowered her head and whispered into the intercom.

"Wait a minute, it will be ready soon." Xiao Zhuo replied with his head tilted, his hands kept moving.

In the hall, more than a dozen barbers wore uniforms, black vests and white shirts. For a while, no one knew where Xiao Zhuo was.

The young man bent over the lady's haircut and said with a smile, "Look at what else needs to be trimmed."

"Okay, this length is fine." The lady turned her head to the mirror and said.

Following the guests out, Xiao Zhuo greeted the girl waiting beside him, "This way, please."

"Just cut it a little bit, I don't want to change the length." The girl looked very worried about the hairdresser tragedy, and reminded her every now and then while washing her hair.

Xiao Zhuo smiled when he heard the words, "If I have cut it, you can bring it up, I will move slowly."

Said his hands were slow, and indeed he was really slow, Xiao Zhuo moved a stool and sat down to cut slowly, "You have loose hair, right?" He asked while shaking his hair.

"Yeah, I get tied up occasionally."

Xiao Zhuo immediately said: "Let's make it thinner. In summer, it's hot and the hair tends to be frizzy."

The girl showed a tangled expression when she heard the words, "Then you should be gentle and don't thin it too much. In the past, the hairdresser gave me less thinning, and my hair couldn't be tied at all."

Xiao Zhuo nodded and said, "No problem."

The hair that can be done in 20 minutes was finished in the last hour. Xiao Zhuo stood up and brushed off the broken hair on the girl's shoulders, "Can you feel the thickness?"

"Success!" The girl tried to tie her hair, her face beaming with joy, "I'll cut it later!"

The young man thought about it carefully, and mysteriously approached the girl's ear, "Help introduce me to you and I will give you a discount next time."

The girl patted her shoulder to understand, "It's easy to talk." After speaking, she stroked her hair and went to pay.

"You get off work at 9 o'clock." A little brother next to him seemed to have finished his work and asked him standing up.

Xiao Zhuo looked up at the time, and ruthlessly told the truth, "In fact, I can leave now."

"Fuck, I have to stay up for another two hours!"

"The revolution has not yet succeeded, and we still need to work hard." Holding back a smile, he patted his younger brother on the shoulder, and Xiao Zhuo went to the back to change his overalls.

There were a lot of customers getting a haircut today, and he came back later than usual, Xiao Zhuo smelled a smell after finishing his hair, it was neither pleasant nor particularly unpleasant, and his son probably would hate him when he returned home.

Sure enough, when Xiao Yiming saw his father coming back, he first flopped his short legs out of Grandma Zhang's arms, and then flopped into his father's arms, "Ah, ow." He was a little happy, and when Xiao Zhuo knelt down and hugged him, he began to struggle Not allowed to hug, stuck out his tongue to express his dissatisfaction, "Puff————"

"I'm happy when I see you, Xiao Zhuo, he doesn't like the smell of you anymore." Aunt Zhang cleaned up the vegetable basket, "This kid has a good nose."

Very happy to see his son, Xiao Zhuo stroked Yiming's hair and stood up, pulling the red rope tied to his body to prevent falls, "I'll take a shower when I go back."

Seeing that someone was about to leave, Aunt Zhang pulled the young man, "Xiao Zhuo, Auntie wants to say something."

"Well, tell me."

The woman looked at Yiming, who was constantly working on her calf, and said, "Yiming is almost two years old, and he still can't speak. Auntie wants to go to the hospital to have a look. Usually, children can be called daddy when they are a little over one year old. ah."

Xiao Zhuo pulled the rope to prevent his son from running around, nodded, and said: "Auntie, it's okay, boys develop relatively late, and Yiming usually doesn't do anything special. I'm also training his pronunciation now, and I think he will be able to bark soon." gone."

The woman didn't know how to speak, "Xiao Zhuo, even if it's a bit late, we all have a saying that 'babies who talk early walk slowly, and babies who walk fast talk late', Yiming learning to walk is also... It’s not a problem for older children to run around now, but you can see that Yiming can’t even walk steadily now.”

Xiao Zhuo looked down at Yiming.

"Don't think that aunt is too talkative, Xiao Zhuo." The woman was a little embarrassed, and any child would feel uncomfortable when she was said that.

"It's okay." The young man knelt down and hugged Yiming, and said, "You are also concerned about Yiming. If he still behaves like this after a while, I will take him to the hospital."

"When you have time, pay more attention to whether there are girls who are sleeping around. You are a man with a child, but there are no girls. Xiaozhuo, you have a stable income and a good appearance. You can find one." The woman said earnestly. , "Why don't you leave it to the aunt, and I will find you a beautiful wife."

This person likes to be a matchmaker at an old age, Xiao Zhuo quickly refused, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, aunt, I'm fine now, and I'm still bringing a child with me to get married, let's see fate."

Aunt Zhang looked at Xiao Zhuo's expression as if she was looking at a stupid roe deer who didn't understand, "You child." After saying that, there was a mosquito kiss on her leg, and she slapped it hard with a cattail fan in one hand, "It's getting late, go back early, don't you remember?" Follow the words of the aunt."

"Oh, I remember."

The little boy was just the beginning of being lively and active, and when he was caught in Xiao Zhuo's arms, Xiao Zhuo immediately wobbled his son into the room with his arms crossed.

The first thing you do when you enter the house is to boil water, and take your son with you when you take a bath.

A 10 cm dark brown scar on the abdomen was obvious in the water. The child was more excited when encountering water, thumping and thumping on the scar, and there was no unpleasant smell and he was willing to get close to his father.

"Do you like your father very much? Auntie said you don't like to move during the day." Xiao Zhuo was holding back while talking, but Yiming couldn't speak or answer.

"Ahhh."

Bathing a child is very hard work, but fortunately, Yiming doesn't cry often and is not afraid of water. When he gets excited for a while, he will calm down and let others manipulate him.

Xiao Zhuo bathed his son quietly, and the aunt's words came to his ears, and he remembered them after all.

Yiming was indeed a lot slower. The young man raised his son's head to face him, looking very normal, "Dad, call him Dad."

"Ah." Turning his head, Yiming concentrated on picking his hands.

Xiao Zhuo couldn't laugh or cry at his son's reaction, rubbed his body and kept whispering in his ear, "Call me Dad."

"Yiming, call Dad."

"Ah..." I can count on my words.

"Dad...Dad..., Yiming, go ahead, Dad." The young man wrapped Yiming in a big towel and wiped his body.

Yiming stood still, stared at people with his small mouth open and picked his nose for a while, but he couldn't make a sound of his father.

Smiling and taking down the little hand that was picking his nose, Xiao Zhuo went up to kiss his son, took a mouthful of the scent of milk, pressed his face and said slowly: "Dad...Dad..."

Intuition told him to call him Dad, but he couldn't. The child scratched his hair for a long time and made an "ah" sound.

Xiao Zhuo stopped his movements and looked at his son expectantly.

"Ah—poof—"

"..."

The young man wiped off the saliva on his face with a sigh of relief, and calmly carried him out to eat, "Wori..."