flirt with a rich man

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Flying directly from New York for 13 hours, Xiao Zhuo shook his head and walked out of the airport. With the help of Tuo Luojie, the little thing in his stomach came out very peacefully. He once wanted to find that Professor Guo back then, but Hou Hao went to look for it but in the end It shows that there was a plane crash in 2013, and all 5 doctors on board were killed, and the professor was one of them.

Hou Hao dressed as a commoner with a mask on, and wrapped his arms around his youngest son so tightly that he was afraid of catching cold, "It's getting dark, or we'll pick up Yiming tomorrow."

"Okay, let's go home, I'm dying of pain on the plane." Xiao Zhuo put on a scarf and tucked it in. He didn't have much work this year and stayed on the bed. His eyes closed and opened for a year, and then they disappeared. It's really three!

He probed Xiao Zhuo's hand, "Afraid of the cold?"

"I'm not used to being out for a long time, it's a little cold." Xiao Zhuo replied hesitantly as his slightly hot fingers were itching on his forehead.

Hou Hao didn't talk too much, held his hand and went out to stop the car, and went directly to the gate of the community. The little ancestor in his arms was sleeping soundly and motionless. Taking a look at the blanket, the little tongue sticking out was pink and tender, and the baby's skin was rosy after being raised. He couldn't help but hook the little fist next to his face and smile.

"It's amazing."

"Yeah, it's amazing." The child was so small, he didn't dare to hold him at first sight, but when he was in his arms, he was so excited that he wanted to cry, Hou Hao had mixed feelings, the child's cry was more pleasant than anything else, Hou Jing laughed at him for teasing him, and he admitted it, and he admitted being cowardly in front of this child.

Not long after returning home, the little ancestor woke up, crying hard when he couldn't express his feelings, Xiao Zhuo immediately went to the kitchen to boil water, while Hou Hao hugged him and patted him slowly, shaking his arms slightly.

Xiao Zhuo looked at the 35-year-old man as cautiously as holding a treasure, looked at the kettle and let out a breath, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

"The water temperature is about the same, let him drink it." The sofa is full of baby products, Xiao Zhuo has a lot of experience, fearing that his younger son will not be able to drink milk like his elder brother, he specially bought a few more feeding bottles, and stuffed his mouth after testing the temperature inside.

The little eyes opened immediately, staring roundly at the thing on the mouth, the mouth began to suck rhythmically, Xiao Fen opened her fist and hugged the baby bottle, then stared at the two adults beside her.

"Hou Yiyu?" Hou Hao whispered.

Xiao Zhuo said: "He can't hear it now, so he knows how to cry."

Hou Hao sat down on the sofa cushion, feeling happy, "I didn't expect his surname to be Hou."

"I didn't expect another ancestor to come."

Hou Hao's eyes immediately flashed tenderness. He didn't value the children's surnames. Neither of Hou Jing's daughters was surnamed Luo. It was not easy for her and Luo Jie to split up and reunite because of work. The surname Xie wanted to thank each other for their tolerance and understanding. When Luo Jie asked the child's name, he wanted to discuss it, but Xiao Zhuo blurted it out.

"Don't look at me with sour eyes, I have goosebumps." Xiao Zhuo couldn't stand the extremely gentle staring at each other, so he looked at Yiyu classmate, seeing that he was also looking at himself, Xiao Zhuo smiled and went up to kiss: "It's just that the name doesn't sound right, just get used to it in the future. I told you that I can't change the name. I'm afraid Yiming will be jealous."

The two children are both boys, and Yiming knows something now so he doesn't need to worry too much. If he is not afraid of ten thousand, he is afraid of what happens, and he is afraid that he will have opinions in his heart.

"Don't worry, I understand." Hou Hao put the child in Xiao Zhuo's arms, stood up and prepared to cook something to eat, and asked someone to clean the house before he came back, otherwise he would be hungry.

"There's nothing to eat, let's go down." Xiao Zhuo suggested.

Hou Hao rubbed his sore arms and hummed.

Compared with Yiming when he was a child, the youngest son was very quiet, he would only cry when he ate and drank, and he was usually very cold, biting his finger and watching the adults silent, in Xiao Zhuo's view, he was very relieved, at least he was much more comfortable than before .

Two days before returning home, Xiao Zhuo told the Zhang family that Xiao Zhuo waited until the last three months as a last resort before letting Yiming stay at the Zhang family. He and Hou Hao went abroad, and occasionally Zhang Kai would video chat with him, and Yiming cried for him several times. go home.

In three months, it was the first time that both Yiming and Xiao Zhuo were separated by such a long distance.

"He was so excited that he didn't sleep at night." Zhang's mother said with a smile, seeing the baby in Xiao Zhuo's hand wanted to say something, she held back, stepped forward and looked, a very cute child, with a small face and chubby eyes. , the skin is rosy, and the important thing is to be quiet and not cry.

"What is your name."

Xiao Zhuo answered honestly: "Hou Yiyu."

"Hou?" Zhang's mother just wanted to ask why the surname was Hou, but she sighed when she remembered the relationship between the two, put down the small blanket to keep out the wind, and said with a little reproach, "It's been so long."

If it wasn't for the second child, Yiming wouldn't have stayed with her for so long, and she wouldn't have known about the relationship between Hou Hao and Xiao Zhuo, and the old man's reaction seemed to have known it for a long time!

After receiving the eye knife from his wife, Zhang Jun coughed a few times, walked over and hugged the child to show Yiming, "Your brother, Yiyu."

Leaning on the suitcase, Yiming looked curiously into his grandfather's arms, with a little bit of a big face, staring at him with round eyes, and hurriedly asked: "Little brother?"

Hou Hao squatted down, "Yes, little brother that was agreed at the beginning."

"Wow!" Yiming covered his mouth, leaned forward and looked at the little brother, this is his little brother!

Zhang Jun patted Yiming on the head, and handed the child to Hou Hao, "Have a good time."

Hearing this sentence for the second time, Hou Hao hugged the child and said the same two words as before: "Yes."

On the other side, Xiao Zhuo didn't know what to say to Zhang's mother, so he could only bow his head like a child in training.

"You're not too young. Is there anything you can't discuss with your family?"

"Auntie, I see."

He slapped Xiao Zhuo as a gesture, Zhang's mother wanted to hug the little guy, Hou Hao followed and handed it to her, "It really looks like Yiming." Especially with eyes, you can tell who it is, but she doesn't say it looks like Hou Hao .

"You must have a lot of things at home when you just came back. Your aunt and I won't keep you anymore. Let's go back early." She moved up to kiss the child before handing it back.

Yiming still wanted to see his younger brother, Hou Hao dragged him into the car, Xiao Zhuo said goodbye to the two old people, "I didn't go to Zhang's wedding, I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's okay. You told him that you were sick and went abroad for medical treatment. Could it be that you have to fly back?" Zhang Jun comforted him, and his son was not unreasonable. They're definitely coming back."

Xiao Zhuo said, "Then let's go first."

"Well let's go."

The child has been in Xiao Zhuo's hands since he got into the car. Yiming looked back, unbuckled his seat belt and said, "I want to see my brother." He opened the car door and ran back.

"Father, why is he so small." He poked his fist and flinched, his big round eyes immediately stared at him, and his small mouth spat out.

Xiao Zhuo said while wiping his son's saliva, "You were like this when you were young."

Yiming was stunned, "So small, Curry Curry, I'm your brother!"

Maybe the child also thought it was unpleasant, and his mouth was pursed together, his brows were furrowed and the surrounding skin was red, Xiao Zhuo hurriedly changed his posture to coax him but failed.

"Wow..." The milky voice was loud.

Xiao Zhuo slapped his butt, "Don't cry!" Patience is limited, the most unbearable thing is the baby crying, just a light pat has no deterrent effect, and the baby cries more vigorously.

Yiming covered his ears and closed his eyes, "Dad, he was crying so loudly."

Hou Hao sat in front, saw in the rearview mirror and thought about his youngest son crying, but when he cried, he was amazing.

"There is a thermos cup in the bag, is it hungry again?"

Xiao Zhuo asked Yiming to look for it, and when he put it into the baby bottle, he stuffed it into the baby's mouth. The baby bottle is the best coaxing tool, and he refused to drink it at first.

Yiming reached out and touched his younger brother's hair. It was soft and black. The little clothes were white and blue, and the little face that had just cried was very cute. He still remembered what Uncle Hou said, he was the elder brother.

"Dad, he is so young and loves to cry, he can't play with me."

Xiao Zhuo smiled lightly: "When I grow up, I can play with you."

"His name is like mine."

"Because he's your brother."

When I got home, Yiyu had stopped drinking milk, but his mouth was still holding the pacifier.Xiao Zhuo got out of the car with a sore arm and handed it to Hou Hao. He opened the door with Yiming's suitcase. There were a lot of children's things, strollers and toys at home. As soon as he entered the door, he could smell the smell of milk, and Yiming ran to the crib. Touching and pinching the little duck toy in front of me, the durian rope in my hand is long gone.

Hou Hao carefully put his youngest son into the crib and covered him with a quilt, and asked Yiming in a low voice, "Do you like it?"

Yiming nodded, lying on the edge of the bed and staring at his younger brother, "His eyelashes are so long." He stretched out his hand and touched it again, his fingertips were itchy.

Hou Hao embraced Yiming, pinched his nose and said, "Your eyelashes are long too." Holding him up, he didn't gain weight in three months. He must have eaten a lot at grandma's, "the ones at grandma's At that time, did you miss your uncle?"

Xiao Zhuo was washing and sterilizing the baby bottle, so the words spread in his ears and he asked, "Did you miss Dad?"

Yiming hugged Uncle Hou's neck and rubbed it, looking a little shy: "I think about it, I miss you very much." After speaking, he buried himself in his clothes and stopped talking.

Xiao Zhuo took out the pacifier to dry and put it on the table, took a deep breath, took Yiming from Hou Hao's hand and sank suddenly, then patted his butt, "It's so heavy, I won't hug you from now on."

"Well, no, Dad, you hug me." He climbed up his legs for fear that the parents would not hug him.

Xiao Zhuo stopped slapping his butt, and instead supported him, smelling his son's smell deeply, he said, "Daddy misses you too."

In a short time, the room was full of life again, and suddenly a cold air came in, Xiao Zhuo put down Yiming to close the window, and it was snowing outside again, "It's been so fast for a year." Yiming raised his head, "New Year's I Just 7 years old."

"You are a little adult now, remember to take care of your brother."

He was a little proud, patted his chest and said, "I will take care of Curry."

It seemed that he was getting stronger, Xiao Zhuo bent down and said, "Don't call it curry."

Yiming was silent, looked at the parents strangely, turned around and hugged Hou Hao with a snort, and said, "Uncle Hou, you said you asked me to choose the name, don't lie to me."

Hou Hao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Just call him Curry. Uncle keeps his word." It's interesting to have a nickname called Curry, but it's not a big name anyway.

"Curry is very easy to pronounce, let's call it this, Yiming likes it."

Yiming nodded appreciatively.

The general trend is over, Xiao Zhuo no longer objected, picked up the durian rope and tied it to the corner of the coffee table, and told his son: "The cat will hurt my brother if it climbs up and down, so don't untie it."

Yiming sat on Hou Hao's lap and watched cartoons. Hearing this, he looked up and looked at the small crib not far away. Although he was reluctant to tie up the durian, but...

"Well, I'm not going to untie it."

Hou Hao wanted Yiming to watch cartoons by himself, but he didn't want to do it. He rubbed against his legs and refused to leave. He grabbed his clothes and said, "I want to sit on my lap and watch."

He had no choice but to sit back and watch with him. It was still the same taste as before he left, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

Xiao Zhuo said: "I'll cook, you stay with him."

The skill has not changed, but the level has dropped because of not practicing for a long time. Yiming has cultivated a delicious mouth at his grandma's house, playing with the high-melon shredded pork in the bowl, and pouting, "Why doesn't my brother come to eat?"

"He is young now, just drink milk." Xiao Zhuo answered.

Yiming ate a piece of meat and said, "Then when can we eat?"

Xiao Zhuo thought for a while: "A little over one year old, almost two years old." He was not very clear about this, Yiming was spoiled by him until he was over three years old before he learned to eat by himself.

The little guy even felt that it was a very distant thing for his younger brother to play with him.

Halfway through the meal, Yiyu began to cry softly. Hou Hao dropped his chopsticks to check, but as soon as he got closer, he smelled a strange smell. He lifted the quilt and touched his son's buttocks. Visually, it was shit.

While opening the diaper, Yiming held his breath, "Dad, it stinks."

Xiao Zhuo said solemnly: "You were like this when you were a child, and you especially liked to fart, which stinks."

He seldom listened to what happened when he was a child, and Yiming was stunned, covering his buttocks: "Now I don't fart anymore."

"Yeah, fortunately you don't fart now, and you were smoked to death at that time." Xiao Zhuo went over to wipe his younger son's butt with a small basin, and looked at the shit on Hou Hao's hand with disgust: "In the future, you will do this kind of thing." gone."

"Not good, let's change." Hou Hao looked away from his hand, couldn't stand the smell, and smelled it several times a day, so he probably didn't need to eat.

"There is still a long time, aren't you clamoring to experience the joy of raising children? Old uncle, are you happy now?"

Hou Hao rubbed his nose and found that his hands were full of feces smell and quickly put them down. Changing diapers was basically done by him and he was proficient. In a few seconds, Yiyu's butt was refreshed, his face returned to calm and he opened his legs for adults to look at.

The two adults and one child were all gathered near the crib, one was in charge of changing diapers, the other was in charge of washing buttocks, Yiming looked at his younger brother curiously and asked, "Is there anyone who doesn't poop badly?"

"……Maybe not."

"Oh." Honestly stayed by and watched.

In the next few days, Yiming watched his younger brother still dare not touch him, Xiao Zhuo thought that his son was afraid of the child crying and didn't care.

What he was worried about never came true, and Yiming liked that his younger brother didn't show jealousy or jealousy at all.

After dinner, Hou Hao made milk powder for his youngest son. Yiming had grown up in this year, and finally he could see things on the table without tiptoeing, although he only saw a little bit. Pour water into the bottle, and then shake it again, as if he smelled the smell of milk and began to miss the bottle.

"Uncle Hou, I also want to drink milk powder." He was afraid that Uncle Hou would not give him a bottle like his father, so he hugged his thigh and acted like a baby.

The water was too hot, so Hou Hao let it dry for a while, "You drink it every night, so I'll make it for you now."

Yiming smiled and said, "I want to drink from a bottle."

It seemed that he wanted to revisit it. Seeing that Xiao Zhuo was not there, he bent down and put his hand on the corner of his mouth and said, "Don't let Dad see it."

I knew Uncle Hou would agree!

So Yiming also used a feeding bottle, watching his younger brother drinking milk through the bed rail, and felt that his mouth was weird, so he took it out to see if it was a feeding bottle, why did he feel uncomfortable...

Enduring half of the drink, he couldn't take it anymore, and threw the milk bottle at Hou Hao, "I don't want to drink anymore."

To be honest, Yiming is no longer addicted to the bottle at such an age, Hou Hao took off the pacifier: "Then you drink it."

He blew the liquid in the bottle and saw his photo album through the transparent cup.

Now there are two photo albums in total. Hou Hao took Xiao Zhuo's photos of his youngest son and planned to put them in. He thought that he would buy a third one soon, and he had to choose a larger one.

He stood between the adults' legs, and Hou Hao sat just right, rubbing his chest behind his head, looking at the first page of the photo album, pointing at himself and saying, "Looks like curry."

Hou Hao looked alike in the past. The two brothers have somewhat similar facial features, but they are not super similar like twin brothers. "Yiming's eyes are really amazing, they look alike."

"Because he's my younger brother." Yiming smiled to himself, gulped down the milk, took the photo next to him and stuffed it into his younger brother's, patted it tightly with his little hands, and held it up to show Hou Hao.

"Is it okay to put it like this?"

"No problem." Hou Hao stepped forward and hooked his nose, with a rare tenderness and pampering in front of others.

Yiming laughed shyly, and hid in the adult's arms. At this time, Xiao Zhuo came out of the shower and saw his younger son fell asleep. He picked him up and said softly, "I'll take him to sleep, and Yiming will leave it to you."

"Well, I see." Hou Hao held Yiming in his arms, stuffing photos one by one into the album.

He rolled his eyes, leaned on Hou Hao and said, "Uncle Hou, did you and Dad miss me outside?"

"Think about it."

"I'm afraid of sleeping alone at night at grandma's house, grandma will accompany me."

So is this the rhythm of asking for sleep...

Hou Hao reached out to pick him up and walked to the room, "If you want to sleep together, just say so."

Yiming nodded pitifully, tilted his head on his shoulder, and saw Xiao Zhuo stretching out his hand, and his younger brother was lying in the middle of the bed.

"Father, I want to hug Curry too." Yiming blushed, he had never hugged his younger brother yet.

Xiao Zhuo smiled, "You go and hug her." If you wake up from the noise, then coax him.

Yiming was very cautious, crawled to the middle of the bed and looked at his younger brother first, the small mouth was finally closed and there was no more saliva, and it smelled like milk.

Hou Hao saw him hold his younger brother up with a solemn expression, and put it back in two seconds. He probably couldn't hold it anymore. After the child woke up, when they thought they were about to hear the cry and got ready, Curry unexpectedly didn't Crying, tongue spit out accompanied by saliva, small fist stretched out towards Yiming.

I was terrified and still remembered the cry of my younger brother in the car, it was so horrifying, I saw the fleshy fist hesitantly stretched out, I saw Curry slightly opened it and then held one of his fingers, the whole small body seemed to be injured Laughed as if stimulated.

The laughter was so funny that the eyes were bent into crescents and they couldn't see the eyeballs.

Yiming called his parents nervously, "Dad, Dad. He smiled at me."

"Damn, why don't you smile at me, who changed your diaper every day." Xiao Zhuo accused dissatisfiedly.

Hou Hao said in a deep voice, "I changed it."

A mouthful of old blood was stuck in his throat, Xiao Zhuo couldn't refute, so he leaned closer to his younger son and laughed, there's no need to coax him now.

Yiming couldn't calm down before going to bed. Curry felt full of energy just after sleeping. He was spitting and looking at his brother, and his short legs were crossed up, but he didn't close his eyes to sleep.Yiming pursed his lips and kissed him, completely lost sleepiness.

"Have fun."

Xiao Zhuo couldn't bear to lie under the quilt, so he patted and said, "Go to sleep."

The younger brother has been holding the little finger, and there is a wonderful emotion in Yimingbuda's body. The fingertips seem to be squeezed into the electric current, which makes the whole body feel refreshed, indescribably comfortable and exciting, and makes him Feeling weak and trembling uncontrollably, I want to hug my brother and give him the best.

So he did.

Seeing that his son didn't move, Xiao Zhuo planned to threaten and lure him, but Yiming stepped forward and hugged his younger brother, his eyes rolled down, Hou Hao threw away his phone in shock while reading the email, "Why are you crying so well?"

Xiao Zhuo opened his eyes and sat up, this is not a good time to play, cry whenever you want.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Yiming cried with snot and tears, and his buttocks were sticking out.

"Curry... Curry is too... so much fun..." He hugged the little guy and shook it vigorously a few times, but he didn't cry when he was shaken, laughing all over his brother's body.

But it was too embarrassing, Xiao Zhuo and Hou Hao looked at each other, and each hugged each other before separating the two children, "It's time to sleep."

Yiming wiped his nose against his parents, and hurriedly got up and muttered: "Curry hasn't slept yet, and neither have I."

"My brother is going to sleep right away." Xiao Zhuo reached out his hand to hold Yiming in his arms, smoothed the corner of his clothes, and comforted him with a kiss on his forehead: "You can play with him however you want tomorrow, it's fine, sleep now."

After being kissed by the parents, he became quiet. Yiming raised his head and went back with a 'baji'. He returned to the baby in high spirits for a second, hugged the parents' neck and shook his buttocks, "I like curry, I like it."

Xiao Zhuo was speechless, and held back his body in his arms, "No matter how much you like it, you have to sleep first."

"Okay, play with him tomorrow, I'll get up at six o'clock."

Yo, Hou Hao raised his eyebrows, but he never saw him get up at six o'clock.

"Dad, can I sleep with my brother tomorrow?" I asked indirectly if I could sleep with my father.

Xiao Zhuo nodded: "Yes."

"Is it okay the day after tomorrow?"

"can."

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

Hou Hao turned his head and looked at Xiao Zhuo nervously, but the other party closed his eyes and didn't receive any signal.

"Okay, you can sleep with your brother if you want."

Very good, Hou Hao let out a deep breath, feeling hopeless.

"I don't eat durian anymore, I want to save it for my brother." Turning over to face his brother, Yiming stretched out his hand and squeezed his small fist and said.

Xiao Zhuo began to worry, if the two boys love to eat durian in the future, plus the cat named durian...

The House of Durian.

Hou Hao put down his phone and lay down, patted Curry's body, and found that his head was always turned to Yiming curiously, if he didn't know how to turn over now, he might have crawled over by now.

It was so unexpected, he pushed his youngest son towards Yiming, and the four of them slept tightly together, Xiao Zhuo was so sleepy that he only restricted Yiming's movements and closed his eyes to brew for sleep.Yiming didn't want to sleep but he had to listen to his parents. He put his hands on his brother's stomach and stared at him.

When he was about to fall asleep, he felt that someone was covering the quilt. He tried his best to restrain himself before he raised his eyelids to look at his brother beside him, leaned over to hug him and said confusedly: "Eat durian with curry."

Hou Hao couldn't help chuckling, and kissed the foreheads of the two children who had fallen asleep.

As the so-called four men play in one play, Xiao Zhuo's heart skipped a beat, and he felt uneasy in the future.

Suddenly feeling a heat on his forehead, he opened his eyes suspiciously and met someone's face who was about to leave, "..."

"I thought you were asleep, a goodnight kiss or something."

Xiao Zhuo raised his middle finger in his heart, there was a sweet smell wafting gently, he hooked Hou Hao's neck and kissed back, took the initiative to attack and dared to ignore his son next to him when the light was turned off, and whispered: "Good night."

"Good night."

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The drama of four men in one drama is still going on, and they live a perfect life with Yiming and Little Curry.

The author has something to say:

The belated episode, it’s all over now, huh—the two buns will live very well in everyone’s hearts, I believe that Yiming will be a younger brother in the future, and the rest of the day will be left to you, okay?