flirt with a rich man

Although the hot list has been on the hot list for a while, the owner doesn't care at all, he just talks about business, and the next afternoon he posted a photo of the sun in the sky with the text [Well, the weather is good].

Xiao Zhuo also swiped through Weibo, and it automatically appeared on the homepage without paying attention, tsk tsk flipped through it, really handsome but lawless, what the hell are the following group of nympho.

The little princess has always been more fashionable, and now she will hold the tablet and complain to her good friend, "This girl is old and bad."

Yiming took a look and felt that the star's makeup was too thick, so he replied casually, "Why is it broken?"

"She was looking for someone outside and was discovered by her uncle. The divorce requires so much money from my uncle." She made an exaggerated gesture, "I can buy a lot of villas."

After being told by the little princess, Yiming looked at it curiously. It turned out that she was Uncle Hou's wife.

"It turns out that Uncle Hou likes this kind of taste." With the expression of an old man, the little thing disagrees.

In the evening, Yiming pursed his lips and hid in his father's clothes, annoyed at the thought of going to Uncle Zhang's bath again when he got home, "Dad, you haven't fixed the faucet at home yet."

I forgot if I didn't mention it, "Go buy a new one now." Patting his son on the head, Xiao Zhuo turned around and went to the nearest store.

It's a pity that he misjudged the fault, and went home for a long time to fix it, but he didn't recover. To put it bluntly, he thought that the faucet was broken, but he didn't expect it to be broken together with the bottom.

"Sure enough, it's an old thing." Xiao Zhuo knocked on the wall, it's been more than 30 years.There is no way to yell to the outside: "Go to Uncle's to wash it today, and Dad will fix it tomorrow."

Yiming stared wide-eyed and sat on the sofa and refused, "I don't want to go, Uncle Zhang always laughs at me and orders my little brother."

"Then you don't take a shower today?"

Yiming stopped talking, Xiao Zhuo smiled in the bathroom, watching his son's aggrieved face with great interest.

After thinking about it for a long time, I still didn't want to go to my uncle's house. After looking around, I came down and entered the room, took out a card, and called the number.

At exactly 19:[-], an email appeared on the computer.

Hou Hao opened it with a cold face. There were both videos and pictures. After a quick glance, no matter which one was sent out, it would be enough for Su Qinqin to drink a pot.

He smiled and thought, this content is beyond description.

Wanting to get up and have something to eat but was stumped by the sound of the phone, Hou Hao glanced at the screen, feeling puzzled and unknown.

"Hello, who is it?" Qingqing said coldly.

"Uncle Hou, it's me."

Immediately, the man's eyes were filled with a smile, and he asked, "Why did you remember calling uncle?"

Yiming held the phone and didn't know how to speak, and said, "Uncle, can you fix the faucet? Dad didn't fix it and asked me to take a bath at Uncle's house, but Uncle always teases me, I don't want to go."

"What's the benefit of uncle helping you?" Hou Hao's eyes fell on his own reflection on the window, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Yiming held the phone and thought about what he could give his uncle, "I'll treat you to something delicious."

"Xiao Yiming, what are you doing with my phone?"

Yiming hung up the phone immediately, and said guiltyly, "Play a game."

Sneaking around, Xiao Zhuo went out with his small things, and found that his weight and height had been on the rise recently, "Is it possible that eating too much cake will make you grow faster."

"Bullshit."

"It's not big or small." Patted his son's little buttocks and felt that the elasticity was just right, Xiao Zhuo took advantage of the momentum and wanted to take off his clothes, "Go to Uncle's to take a bath."

"I don't want to go." Yiming grabbed his clothes and looked like a good woman who was bullied. If he took a few steps back, he would look more like that, "Go after dinner."

"As long as you have a lot of things to do, today you say wash after eating, and tomorrow you say wash before eating."

"Not at all." Yiming quibbled as he climbed into the chair to eat, but his eyes were on the door, and he listened to the movement outside.

Xiao Zhuo always felt that his son was not in the mood, so he knocked on the side of the bowl unhappily and said seriously: "Xiao Yiming, eat well."

Yiming said, "Well, Dad, the dishes you cook are really delicious."

"Who is your father, can the chef cook delicious food?"

Really giving himself a long face, Yiming ate in silence, and when he was about to finish eating, he heard the sound of a car horn, his ears would stand up.

"Xiao Yiming, what's going on with you today." Xiao Zhuo asked.

Yiming felt guilty, shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

Two minutes later there was a knock on the door. Normally, no one would come except Zhang Kai. It was inconvenient for Xiao Zhuo to wash dishes in the kitchen. "Xiao Yiming, go and open the door."

Before Xiao Zhuo could finish speaking, the door opened, accompanied by a child's voice obviously full of excitement and excitement, "Uncle Hou!"

Immediately shaking, Xiao Zhuo immediately stretched out his head when he heard this, it wasn't Hou Hao who it was!

"How did you come!"

Hou Hao smiled, picked up the bag in Yiming Yangyang's hand, "Being a free worker for Yiming."

Xiao Zhuo felt uncomfortable that the phone call was for him.

What's going on, the two of them haven't been in contact for too long, so they got mixed up like this.

"My house is an old community, you are sure you can fix it." Xiao Zhuo leaned against the door frame, his hand just wiped off his apron, which was bright red.

Hou Hao raised an eyebrow, "When I was working in England, I guess you were still breastfeeding at home."

"Uncle Hou, you are only 9 years older than me."

Hou Hao got up, took off the tire and threw it in Xiao Zhuo's hand, opened the bag to reveal several parts of different models, and pieced them together to form a complete set, "You still know to call me uncle." He glanced at it unintentionally.

That glance seemed to contain something else, Xiao Zhuo stood there flusteredly, feeling guilty for no reason.

"Okay, let Yiming take a shower." Because he was kneeling on the ground, the white shirt on Hou Hao's upper body was no longer white. He tried to turn on both faucets, and it didn't leak.

Yiming changed into his pajamas and ran in, skillfully sat on the stool and hugged Uncle Hou, saying shyly, "Thank you Uncle."

It would be great if I could call him my son someday, Hou Hao thought about it and glanced at Xiao Zhuo again, "You're welcome."

"I can fix whatever is broken in your house."

"You're talking nonsense." Xiao Zhuo didn't believe it.

"Don't believe me?" Hou Hao frowned after washing his hands and smelling the smell on his body. He leaned on the console and looked at Xiao Zhuo. I just went out to work and earn money by myself.”

"I really don't believe it." Xiao Zhuo shrugged, how could this disciple from a rich family live such a life.

Hou Hao pretended to be confused, "Do you really think we are like those on TV?" He pursed his lips and smiled, and he found that he could always laugh recently, "Maybe most of them are like that, but I It’s a small part, throw it out for experience since childhood, otherwise how could it be possible to stand firm.”

Xiao Zhuo didn't speak, feeling that he couldn't understand the world of rich people.

To say that Hou Hao is 33 years old, he is full of hormones, his body is strong and he is born with a suit shelf. After a few years, the last shadow of youth faded between his eyebrows and eyes is completely replaced by maturity. He has a perfect career and an excellent family. Even Xiao Zhuo is also a man. One thing to say, this man is attractive, even if he isn't a celebrity, he has a group of fans behind him.

The smell of this male hormone has a really wide range.

Still being looked at by the other party, Hou Hao rolled up his sleeves and looked for food on his own. If he didn't eat all three meals a day, he would probably become immortal if he didn't eat any more.

Not being the master at all is a thing, Xiao Zhuo leaned against the door frame and his face turned blue, "Uncle Hou, didn't your mother tell you to be polite when you go to other people's homes?"

"You said this is someone else's house?" Hou Hao put down his meal, approached him and said slowly, "From now on, this is my home."

The oppressive feeling that surrounded the man almost all over his body reminded Xiao Zhuo of a scene that he hadn’t seen for a long time. He sneered at the same time.