flirt with a rich man

Yiming didn't have much energy in the next few days, and shrank into Xiao Zhuo's arms, occasionally holding his neck and calling Zuzu, and Xiao Zhuo rubbed his son's forehead at this time.

The atmosphere of the Spring Festival did not spread into this small home from the outside. The neighbors knew that the son of the Xiao family had returned, and brought back a young son.

The old lady died unexpectedly, do you see if he was mad at him?

How old is it? I have a son, and I can't go to school anymore, tsk tsk, it's such a good school for nothing.

The chattering group sat together trying to speculate on the cause of the old lady's death, and it only took a few days to break Xiao Zhuo's good image in their hearts.

"Xiao Zhuo, don't pay attention to those old women's mouths, this person is old, he just likes to talk nonsense." Zhang Kai teased.

"He woke up too early in the morning, and he's still a little dazed." Yiming was in a bad mood and kept lying on his shoulder, and immediately turned around when he was teased, Xiao Zhuo touched, bitterly said: "Let them go, I can't argue with them. "

Seeing the old lady off for the last time, the family members were about to see him off, so he put down Yiming and hugged him in his arms, "Let's take a hat and send Zuzu off for the last time." The child's hat is not all white, and there is a red cloth in the center of his forehead.

Yiming held the white cloth belt wrapped around his father's waist with his little hand, and turned his mouth to cry again.

"Yo Yo Yo, you're still crying, you guys are not allowed to cry." Xiao Zhuo took advantage of the situation and scratched his nose fiercely.

"Children and old ladies have feelings." Zhang Kai put on his hat, "Let's go."

New Year's Eve should have been a day for family reunion. Xiao Zhuo held his son in the funeral home to end the day. This happens when people get old. A cloud of black mist rises from the chimney above the cremation room. He was also standing in this place back then. Look at the location of the parents, and watch them disappear into a cloud of black smoke.

"Are you planning to rebuild it?"

"Why rebuild?" Xiao Zhuo took off his hat, and his neck shrank a little when he left the funeral home.

"What I mean is that you can find your dean, and then continue to study in the following courses." Zhang Kai looked at the words.

"I don't want to study anymore. I still have children to take care of. I don't have time. Yiming has to go to kindergarten and I have to work. Besides, studying is not the only way out."

Graduated from university and millions of people are crowded into the job market. The prospect of his major is good, but he can't bear him to take care of his little ancestor, so Xiao Zhuo has long since given up on this thought.

It was exactly 8 o'clock in the morning when I got home, Zhang Kai turned around and said, "Come to my house for dinner at night, your house is too deserted for the New Year's Eve dinner, please make it more lively."

"Thank you." Xiao Zhuo shrugged his shoulders and hugged his son, and refused, "There are a lot of things to deal with at home, and I may not be free today, so I will go another day."

"Okay, just knock on the door if you need something, my mother and the others are here." Zhang Kai stretched out his hand to flick Yiming's paralyzed little face, and smiled.

Seeing that Yiming's expression was wrong, Xiao Zhuo knocked it off with one hand, "You coward, hurry up and get a girlfriend and have a son yourself."

Zhang Kai touched the back of his hand and whistled, then said: "We will meet each other if we are destined."

Single dog, Xiao Zhuo said in his heart, opened the door and entered.

"Baba."

Suddenly there was a faint voice from his shoulder.

Xiao Zhuohe came to the door, raised Yiming's face, scratched his ears and said, "You call again?"

"Baba."

He held up his son to look at it, and immediately laughed, Ding Gao Yiming caught it again, "Why are you so smart!"

The son can finally call his father, this joy repelled a little heaviness, Xiao Zhuo cleaned the house faster and faster, and Yiming fell on the bed to sleep.

……

Hou's.

"Where is Hou Hao, have you come back?" Hou Zheng went downstairs, and Li Shufen was pasting blessings on the window. Hearing what her husband said, he continued, "He said that the company was in a hurry to come back for dinner."

"Hmph, the wings are stiff."

"Dad, he has such a heavy burden on his shoulders now, it's fine if he comes back later." The eldest lady of the Hou family hugged her daughter and smiled straight. The old man was always strict, and she protected her younger brother.

Hou Zheng is nearly 70 years old, and his body is still strong. He would sneer, "It's not easy, look at how old he is and still get divorced."

"Old man, you have to find fault with the children!" Li Shufen patted her clothes and took her granddaughter, "Xiao Jing, don't answer your father's words, he can't hug his grandson, he's sick."

"You're just used to them! Marriage is a trifle, and you're getting divorced." The more Hou Zheng thought about it, the more angry he became. Marriage is a lifetime thing, but this child does everything...

"Dad, it's normal for two people to divide if they are not suitable. Our family is also different from ordinary families. There must be a reason for Ah Hao's divorce. It has been more than two years, so don't mention it in front of him. You are not bad at his temper." Know."

"Yeah, let's not talk about it. The children have their own plans. Ah Hao's career is just at the top of his game. If you don't have time to spend with someone, you are in a hurry." Li Shufen sighed and carried her granddaughter to her wife. In his arms, he said: "If you are not satisfied with having a granddaughter, you will not feel pain when your daughter is born!"

"When will I stop hurting?" Hou Zheng's head was half bald, and it was shining under the light. Hearing his wife's words, his nose was almost crooked. Hey, look at the blind date he arranged last time, he only saw the girl for a few seconds." That's what he said, but he still picked up his little granddaughter and whispered in front of her, "Santa Fe, call me Grandpa."

"Grandpa!" The little girl had just cut her hair short, her hair was short, her eyes were big because of her mixed race, she stared at her grandpa very cutely.

"Hey!" When I am old, I have something to rely on, and the children and grandchildren around my knees are probably the wishes of the older people. Hou Zheng holds the power of the enterprise and is not afraid that he will not be able to provide for the elderly. Now that he is behind the scenes, his little granddaughter can be said to have warmed his heart. Hou Jing can't go back to the country several times a year, and every time he sees her, he just wants to treat her like a little princess.

Santa Fe grinned while biting her fingers, fixed her eyes on the top of her grandfather's head, and straightened her hair with her hands.

A stabbing headache came from the top of his head, "Ouch." Hou Zheng kissed his granddaughter, "Grandpa has less hair, let's not catch it."

"This is a virtue." Li Shufen sat down to drink tea, and was amused by the harmony of the picture.

"Dad, Mom, sister." Hou Hao suddenly appeared on the screen, Hou Jing stepped forward to hug her first, and whispered in his ear: "You are back, Dad complained, and the previous ones can be sent together."

Hou Hao frowned when he heard this, let alone talk about marriage again.

Just coming back from the outside seems to be cold, and the man has an iceberg face all the year round, with sword eyebrows slanted upwards and thick black, Hou Hao's facial features are just like the old man's when he was young, his serious face is a bit fierce, and his suit hangs Walking step by step on the arm, he is heroic and valiant. He usually doesn't have any extra expressions, and occasionally laughs a few times at home. Hou Jing just hugged his arms for nothing. The younger brother is born very good but his temper is too cold, and his enthusiasm is full. He was forced to work by the old man.

"I'm back." Mr. Hou asked his granddaughter to stand on his lap, "Go up and wash up, just in time for New Year's Eve dinner."

"En." Hou Hao nodded to signal to leave.

"Who is June Feishuang showing this face to?" Mr. Hou wanted to imitate it and realized that it might be his son's exclusive expression.

"Oh." Li Shufen sighed in her heart, she only hoped that the wife her son would find in the future would be more lively, and the two would set off each other. The former wife was a model, and she was also a high-profile guy. No wonder her son wanted a divorce, and she didn't like it either.

After thinking about it, I started to figure out which girl among the poker friends is still single.

Hou Hao didn't know that his mother was typing Xiaojiujiu, so he simply rinsed it, went to the computer and opened the most hidden file, which was the video from that year.

Even a five-star hotel cannot avoid the possibility of a camera. Fortunately, he got it. The video is very long, but it was cut from the moment he entered the room. Looking back on the way he saw that man that day, the corner of the man's mouth He moved slightly imperceptibly, sat down and leaned on the chair to watch.

After reading the content so many times, I can tell the development with my eyes closed.

He was drunk, and he was given something to drink that night, otherwise he wouldn't have lost control to the point of pushing someone he didn't know, hanging out in the mall, and still able to drink.

The video becomes a bit brutal at the end, it can be said that it is violence, the camera has good pixels, and the voice is also recorded, the voice of the man went from cursing at the beginning to humming weakly at the end, the scene is cruel, he does not understand The matter between comrades also knew that the other party must have been injured that night.

But under such circumstances, Hou Hao found that he seemed to have a reaction.

Leaning his head back on the chair, the man put his left hand on the mouse and watched coldly, with a horrified expression on his face. He hesitated for a few seconds on the delete button when he saw that the time was almost up, thinking of the child in Xiao Zhuo's arms, he finally pressed delete.

The Hou family's New Year's Eve dinner was lively and lively, but the Xiao family seemed deserted.

Xiao Zhuo cooked a table of dishes and only one big and one small ate them. The appetite of the two was still small. Looking at the dishes, he shook his head. The old lady just left today. She brought a bowl of food to the portrait before bowing, pretending Very lively look.

Xiao Zhuo felt relieved that Yiming could fool himself into eating. This is not a small growth, but it's just a bit...

"Yiming, eat with the other hand." He knocked on the rice bowl.

Yiming was in a bad mood all day, and when he heard his father say that he didn't want to eat when he pushed the spoon, he flattened his mouth and said, "Papa."

Xiao Zhuo hugged his son and put it on his lap, rubbed the corners of the child's eyes, and said softly: "For those who are celebrating Chinese New Year, don't drop Xiaodoudou." After he finished speaking, he fed the little ancestor himself, and it was almost 8 o'clock after feeding the little ancestor.

Before going to bed, I took a small box, which was found when cleaning up the old lady’s belongings. The child’s bracelet and longevity lock were given by the old lady when he was 10 years old. This is a custom. A set of silverware is necessary.But then I don't know where to put it. The bracelet and the lock are very new. I also know that they are for Yiming, and there is his zodiac sign on the lock.

Xiao Zhuo's eyes were astringent, he raised his hand to massage a few times to force back the soreness, went to bed and picked up his son, adjusted the size of the silver bracelet and put it on Yiming's hand, "Look, Zuzu gave it to you."

The wrist suddenly gained weight, Yiming lifted it up and shook his hand, but couldn't shake it off, so "ah." He pointed at his father, "papa."

Xiao Zhuo took his little hand and sniffed it hard, the smell of a child is clean, "Don't take it off, keep it on."

It doesn’t matter to watch the replay of the Spring Festival Gala. He has been so busy these days, he is exhausted physically and mentally, and he can’t stay up late, and the child can’t sleep too much. Xiao Zhuo hugs his son tightly and thinks about it before going to bed. Thinking about how to live in the future, Yiming is 2 years old and can be sent to kindergarten in half a year. After the old lady's business is over, there is not much money in the passbook, and he will start looking for a job after the year.

Although he planned to enter kindergarten at the age of 2 and a half, Zhang Kai's mother reminded him that Yiming's birthday is too young, and he might be bullied if he can't keep up with school. Xiao Zhuo thinks about it, Yiming talks and walks slowly, now Children born after 00 are very lively. They are old-fashioned and arrogant, and they have a special way of speaking, while Yiming is dull. He probably doesn’t know how to fight back when he is bullied, so he postpones entering kindergarten for a school year.

And he found a job in a dessert shop. First, Yiming didn't like the taste of barbershops. Second, he needed to take pictures of new products in the dessert shop. Less is more than a lot of money, and the salary is also more. Being close to the children helps him take care of the children. After all, most parents bring their children to buy desserts.

"uncle!"

Hearing this, the man held his forehead with a headache and didn't want to talk about it.

"Uncle!" Xie Shengfei pushed open the door of the study aggrievedly, and saw his uncle kicking his legs and running over, lying on his lap, and complained, "The villain pushed me today, oh uncle, beat him for me."

When Hou Jing came back two years ago, the two of them were too busy with work and were afraid of neglecting their daughter's growth as a reason to give Santa Fe to the two elders of the Hou family. Both parents are good-looking, and with the addition of mixed race, the little girl looks more and more juicy. Grandpa and grandma are called "heart and heart" every day, but he doesn't like to be cute.

Stopping typing on the keyboard, Hou Hao took off the two hands on his lap, impatiently, "If he pushes you, you push back."

"But grandma said you can't hit people." Santa Fe didn't mind being taken away by his uncle, so he lay down on top and looked up innocently.

"Then why did you tell me?" Hou Hao asked amusedly.

"Uncle, you can hit him, then grandma won't blame me. The bad guy is usually bad, and he pretends not to speak. Many girls are looking for him to play with, and they don't play with me anymore." Huhu's little hand, "Look, uncle, he pushed me to the ground, and my arms are all blue."

Hou Hao glanced at it, ignoring his niece's angry eyes. There were no bruises on the little arm that was raised for nothing.

"Tell grandma to go, uncle is not free."

"Uncle, you don't love Feifei!"

"Uncle is busy, Santa Fe, please don't bother me?" The man was patient, holding the keyboard with sweaty hands.

"Oh, I'm going to call and tell my mother that my uncle doesn't love me!"