flirt with a rich man

After hearing this, Hou Hao stood up, nodded his niece's forehead and said, "Go and call now, and tell your mother that you want your uncle to help you beat the children."

"If you ask me to call, I'll call!" The little girl turned her head, rolled her eyes twice and said, "I won't call."

In fact, it was useless for him to ignore it. The niece shed a few tears at her grandparents after dinner at night, and this errand fell from the sky.

"Hou Hao!" The old man roared, "I'll go to the kindergarten tomorrow to see who the kid is, who dares to bully my granddaughter."

This girl must grow up to be incredible.

"It's normal for children to play and fight. You spoil her to heaven now, what will you do in the future?" Hou Hao disagreed with his parents' education methods. On the one hand, he instilled too many skills in the child, on the other hand, he developed Incompatible personalities, "The kids wouldn't hit her for no reason."

It is said that relatives are relatives from generation to generation, Hou Hao thought of how strict his father was when he was a child, he had to be the first in everything, he had to learn everything, and even the major he chose later was to prepare for the family.

"I learned to beat people at a young age, and I can still get it in the future? Whose child is not used to it. Santa Fe said that the kid has dealt with her for several days. You will pick her up tomorrow."

The man sighed, not wanting to criticize this matter, "I see."

Santa Fe immediately grinned, ran to his uncle to pull his clothes, and said loudly, "Thank you, Uncle!"

Hou Hao pressed his niece's head, "Go up and go to bed early."

"Our granddaughter has liked her uncle since she was a child." Mrs. Hou waved her hand to let her granddaughter into her arms, pinching her cheeks so she couldn't like it.

"I like grandma too!"

"What about grandpa?"

Santa Fe tilted her head, "I like grandpa too!" After speaking, he kissed the faces of the two old people.

The next day, Hou Hao drove to the kindergarten alone, wearing a black hat with black eyes. After all, he was a public figure.

At 4:[-], I saw the teacher leading a group of children out. The little Santa Fe was of mixed race, with brownish hair and wearing a pink dress. She could be seen in the doll at a glance, just like a walking porcelain doll.

Just as he was about to get out of the car and sit back, he saw his niece chasing a boy.

"Hmph, apologize to me!" The little girl grabbed the boy's clothes and refused to let him go. "My uncle is here to pick me up today. If you don't apologize, let him beat you!"

The boy was indifferent, his little hand clenched the strap of his schoolbag tightly, "Apologize to me first."

"Why should I apologize!" the little girl said confidently.

"You should apologize for speaking ill of me."

"I'm telling the truth, you are a child without a mother."

"You are so annoying." The boy shook off that tender little hand, and stood on the other side waiting for the parents to pick it up.

"You are not allowed to go!"

"Teacher! Xie Shengfei won't let me go home." The boy started calling the teacher.

The little girl was about to go crazy with anger, why didn't she apologize for hitting someone, and called the teacher, she went up in a hurry and pushed hard.

Pushed to the ground abruptly and pressed against a small stone in one hand, the boy looked at the palm of his hand and slowly stood up.

"Whose child is it!" Xiao Zhuo saw his child being bullied as soon as he arrived, pulled out the car key and ran over, trotting with the sound of stepping on the snow.

Pat Yiming's trousers and close his cotton jacket. "Is there any pain?"

Yiming shook his head, the cold wind was stinging, "It doesn't hurt."

"He, he hit me first." Seeing the parents arrived, the little girl was a little scared, and hurriedly checked to see if there was any family car around, trying to find confidence.

Seeing Xiao Zhuo, Hou Hao stared at the car for a while, and then went out when the situation was almost the same.

"Uncle!" Seeing his relatives, Santa Fe ran over in a hurry, dragging his clothes and thinking that his uncle was walking slowly.

It has been a long time since we met last time, Xiao Zhuo held his son's hand thinking that it is too late to run now.

Wo Ri, I must not have read the almanac when I went out!

"Xiao Zhuo, long time no see." Hou Hao took off his glasses and smiled.

"Long time no see." Xiao Zhuo gritted his teeth and replied with a smile, like a friend he hasn't seen for many years, thinking in his heart: Smiling tiger, bah!

The last time I saw a child who could only cry, now that he has grown up so much, Hou Hao saw the boy shrunk behind his father's legs, withdrew his smile, and pushed his niece coldly, "Santa Fe, tell her I'm sorry."

"Uncle!" Santa Fe embraced his uncle's thigh, "He should apologize."

"But I just saw you pushing him."

"I'm sorry." A clear voice came from behind Xiao Zhuo.

Hou Hao looked at Xiao Zhuo, and the boy came out slowly, with a look of impatience on his face, "I said, Dad, it's so cold outside, let's go home."

This temper...

Hou Hao squatted down to be parallel to him, his smile was full but dissipated in an instant.

Looking up at Xiao Zhuo and then at the child, is it an illusion, why does this child look a bit like himself?

The child was round, but those eyes and eyebrows gave him a special sense of familiarity, so he slowed down his speech inexplicably, "What's your name?"

Yiming grabbed his father's hand tightly, his little face flushed from the cold, and he replied solemnly: "Uncle, my name is Xiao Yiming."

"What are you doing?" Xiao Zhuo pulled his son back defensively, not wanting Hou Hao to touch the child.

The man didn't speak, making him look like a scourge, he paused and retracted, "Tell uncle, why are you pushing to thank Santa Fe?"

Yiming subconsciously looked at his father when he heard the words, and approached him, "She said I was a child without a mother, and even laughed at my father." He bit his lower lip and let it go, he shook his hand.

The son reflected that he was about to hug him, Xiao Zhuo felt suffocated, he bent down and picked him up, patted his back, and said to the man: "It's not too much to let your niece say sorry."

After taking a deep look, Hou Hao turned around, "It's your fault, Santa Fe, I apologize."

The uncle was not facing her, in contrast to the one at the grandfather's, the little girl pursed her mouth together, "I don't like uncle anymore."

"If you make a mistake, you have to apologize, Santa Fe, when did grandpa and grandma let you talk about other people's family affairs and laugh at them?" Hou Hao's face became more serious, "If you do this again in the future, I will let your mother take you back."

These words were more or less threatening, he always spoke strictly, and his eyes were colder than ever before, Santa Fe immediately choked back tears.

Xiao Zhuo didn't really want to see this kind of scene, although he felt a little uncomfortable hearing his son being said that at school, Xiao Zhuo slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again, "You don't need to take it seriously, let's just forget it."

But Hou Hao is very polite, "Santa Fe, say sorry to Uncle and Yiming."

"Yes, I'm sorry." The little girl's eyes were wide open, watery, Xiao Zhuo decided to score 99 points just because of her appearance, and she was afraid of being proud if she scored less.

"Is it okay not to say that in the future?"

Santa Fe looked at her uncle, nodded her head holding back, and would definitely be told by her uncle if she cried.

The little princess was provoked and wanted to lose her temper. When she got in the car, she shrank and didn't speak. Hou Hao smiled helplessly when he saw it in the rearview mirror. The old man and the others are too spoiled.

The more she thought about it, the more wronged she became. Seeing that her uncle ignored her, the little princess cried softly at first, and then burst into tears when it was not enough.

"There's nothing to cry about." Hou Hao looked at a spot to stop the car, then turned around and said.

"I don't like uncle anymore."

Hou Hao shook his head, lowered his position and reached out to his niece, "Come here."

Seeing suspiciously, Santa Fe hesitated but couldn't bear the liking for his uncle, so he stretched out his arm.

After successfully taking over the little princess, Hou Hao placed her on his lap. He lacked experience in holding children and adjusted several postures, "Do you still think you are right?"

Xiaolian sobbed twice, Santa Fe didn't move, and finally nodded, "I shouldn't say Yiming's father, nor should I laugh at them."

"You really know?"

"Enen, uncle, don't let my mother take me away." Poor.

Wiping away his tears, Hou Hao rarely smiled, "You don't tell mom if you don't bully the kids."

"I didn't bully them." Santa Fe put her head in his uncle's arms, wanting to complain, "He doesn't play with me."

The appearance of that child appeared in his mind, and the man frowned and loosened, "You can take the initiative to play with him, don't talk too fast, if you are told that your mother is not with you all year round, and you can't see your father, and your parents don't love you, you will How about it?"

"I have uncles and grandparents." The tone was aggrieved.

"Do you want to play with him?"

"think."

My sister and brother-in-law can’t go back several times a year. Hou Hao sighed and stroked his niece’s head. At this age, she should be raised by her parents. “After a while, your mother will come back after your birthday.”

"Really?" His big eyes were still glistening with tears.

Pinching his nose, Hou Hao nodded, "Mom said she would come back to celebrate Santa Fe's birthday with us."

Excited, she wanted to spin around, sweeping away her displeasure, the little princess sat on her uncle's lap and shook her calf, "I like my uncle the most."

Hou Hao knew about his niece's liking for a long time ago, and has been pestering him since he was a child, with a cold and speechless face.

He watched the little princess grow up, so he still has to treat it with heart. If you give it a palm, you need to put some candy, "Uncle likes Santa Fe too, as long as she is obedient."

"I will be obedient in the future." Kissing uncle, the little princess laughed out loud, shook her calf for a while, then raised her head and asked, "Can I invite Xiao Yiming on my birthday?"

His mind was enlightened, Hou Hao thought for a while and nodded, "Remember to talk to him well, if you treat him well, he will treat you well."

"Ok!"

The farce was over, and the little princess returned to the back seat. Compared to before, she was humming happily now. Hou Hao was driving the car with a flash of light in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, it was another winter, and the snow began to fall intermittently outside the window. I had to come back early, otherwise it would be freezing cold.

Every time I come back, a bowl of custard is indispensable, and Yiming has been silent since he came back. Xiao Zhuo heard the sound of the finished product and brought it into the room, scratching his son's nose, "What's wrong, I'm not happy."

The older the child is, the more surprises there will be, such as never messing around with meals, being honest, and thankful for being compared with other children.

Yiming eats eggs slowly, and eats warm ones in the snow, and his body is also warm, "Dad, why don't I have a mother."

Xiao Zhuo was speechless, how should he answer this question...

It means: "Son, you actually came out of Dad's stomach. Look at the sign of your coming out on Dad's stomach."

Or say: "Son, there are rich people running away from your mother's stall, and we don't want us anymore, so let's make do with it."

It's so bloody, I even despise it.

"Mom and Dad have conflicts and can't live together anymore."

"Why can't we live together if there are conflicts?" Yiming asked curiously after taking a bite of egg custard.

"Because living together will quarrel."

"Why do we quarrel when we live together?"

"Because the feelings have faded."

"Why do feelings fade?"

Xiao Zhuo: "..."

The snow outside the window was getting bigger and bigger, from small snowflakes to a vast expanse of whiteness, with no street lights and a faint light. He glanced back and saw that the problem was challenging, and he couldn't pretend anymore.

Rubbing Yiming's serious face, he said, "Could it be that Yiming would not be happy without his mother?"

Yiming thought seriously, "Happy."

The cold outside was threatening, and the inside of the house was also affected. Xiao Zhuo got up and turned on the air conditioner and turned up the temperature.

Scratch your little nose again, and said with a smile: "Next time you hear people say that about you, just ignore them."

"Father." Yiming rubbed his nose, came down and hugged his thigh, raised his head and asked, "Then why do you and your mother have such a weak relationship?"

The corners of his mouth twitched quietly.

Xiao Zhuo scratched his head when he thought about a TV series, or he would say that his mother cheated, yes, this is very strong.

"I'll buy you a copy of "One Hundred Thousand Whys" someday." He carried his son back to the table, feeling overwhelmed, this kid grew up to be too curious!

"What is "One Hundred Thousand Whys"?"

Xiao Zhuo smiled and said, "A book."

"Is there a reason in the book?"

One head and two big, Xiao Zhuo waved his hand, "There is everything inside."

"Are there [-] whys in there?"

Xiao Zhuo: "..."