flirt with a rich man

"Hello, Uncle Hou!"

I have a deep impression on my uncle, because that aura is different from that of my father, and different from the people I see around me. Yiming thinks it is cool.

A pair of small hands grabbed his pants, Hou Hao lowered his head and hooked his mouth, "Student Xiao Yiming, what a coincidence."

"Is uncle coming to buy cakes too?"

Hou Hao nodded: "Xie Shengfei is going to celebrate his birthday." Looking around, he didn't see that person.

Yiming's eyes glowed, "Then uncle, are you buying her a cake?"

"Correct."

Realizing that someone had a cake, Yiming lowered his head.

The child had an interesting reaction. Hou Hao waved his hand to the waiter who was going to introduce him, motioned him to watch, squatted down and asked, "Did Xie Shengfei invite you?"

"Yes." Yiming looked up at his uncle, "I want to give a cake too, but you bought it, uncle, I don't know what to give."

Hou Hao looked at it for a while and said, "Then uncle doesn't buy cakes anymore, you buy them."

Yiming raised his head, "Can I..."

Having a crush on this child, Hou Hao smiled lightly, "Of course."

Only then did Yiming become active again, pulling his uncle's clothes, "Uncle, I treat you to a new product."

Hou Hao grabbed the little hand and followed to the table, watching the child climb up the chair.

Yiming looked at his uncle, and felt that there must be a lot of food for such a strong man, so he dug out a big spoonful and handed it over, "Dad said this is a mille-feuille cake. I tasted it and found it very delicious. Uncle, you can eat it."

Left-handers account for less than 2% of Chinese people. He is one of them, and so is the kid in front of him.

Seeing that his uncle didn't eat, Yiming frowned, "Uncle, why don't you eat?"

The man didn't speak, just stared at the small spoon, trembling slightly because he couldn't keep holding it up.

He paused for two seconds and ate it. The moment the child frowned just now seemed to be enough for him. After eating something sweet, Hou Hao couldn't help but raise Yiming's head, pulling out the curiosity from the first time he saw it in his mind.

"Uncle, why do you like to touch my face as much as Dad?" Yiming opened his big hand and said dissatisfiedly, shaking his arms and blinking, he raised his head and asked, "Is the cake delicious?"

Hou Hao paused and nodded, "It's delicious." In fact, he doesn't touch sweets very much, maybe it's innate.

He asked casually, "Is your father left-handed?"

Yiming didn't understand, "What is left-handed?"

"It's eating or doing things with the left hand." Hou Hao pulled a chair and sat down.

The Hou family is left-handed, if Xiao Zhuo is also left-handed...

Hou Hao remembered that this might be the legendary fate.

"No, Dad, I like to use my left hand." Yiming ate the last bite of cake and continued, "The teacher always makes me use my right hand, which is uncomfortable."

Knowing from his expression that he didn't like the teacher, Hou Hao rubbed the top of Yiming's head and said, "Uncle also likes to use his left hand."

"Did uncle's father tell him to switch to his right hand?

Hou Hao said: "Yes, but my uncle still uses his left hand sometimes, and now there is no obstacle to his left and right hands."

Yiming looked down at his hands, and after a while, he changed the spoon to his right hand, "Then I will change my right hand now, just like Uncle."

The difference between the little princess and the child in front of him is simply heaven and earth. Hou Hao patted his little head and stood up and asked, "Where's your father?"

"Dad is busy behind."

Hou Hao looked back, the time on the wall was getting late, and he had talked with the kid for so long before he knew it.

Seeing his uncle looking for his father, Yiming grabbed Hou Hao's hand, raised his head and asked, "Uncle, you have something to do with your father."

Seeing him for anything, Hou Hao squeezed his fleshy little hands.

With big hands and small hands, Yiming raised his head and squeezed his uncle's fingers with a "wow", "Uncle, your hands are so long."

"Yiming's hands are also long." This sentence is real.

Yiming withdrew his hand shyly, because his uncle likes to use his left hand like him, and his favorability increased a little to express his liking, so he jumped to the ground, "Uncle, can you squat down?"

Hou Hao raised one eyebrow and squatted down cooperatively.

In his memory, he only kissed his father, and Yiming felt shy again. After struggling for a while, he hugged his uncle and kissed one side of the cheek, "If Dad says he likes it, he can express it with a kiss."

If Xiao Zhuo heard his son say that, he would have kicked his legs to death in the kitchen.

"Then uncle will kiss you too." Hou Hao turned back with a smile, and Yiming laughed out loud.

It was Xiao Zhuo who was curious, just looking for an excuse to order a cake, but unexpectedly got along with the kid, Hou Hao couldn't help shaking his head and smiling with a handsome face, and went to the mall to buy another gift for his niece.

Xiao Zhuo, who was in the back kitchen, had no idea that his son had gotten along with Hou Hao in a short period of time, and when he got off work, Yiming even offered to kiss him.

Xiao Zhuo looked at the son in his arms, probably excited to be back.

November 11th is the birthday of the little princess.

Xiao Zhuo changed Yiming into clean clothes, and instructed, "Be polite when you go to other people's homes, and ask uncles and aunts to know if they know."

Yiming has become a habit of taking naps, and he hasn't had enough sleep yet, rubbing his hands and nodding his eyes, he said confusedly, "When will uncle come?"

"almost."

"Father, why don't you go?" Yiming was puzzled.

Xiao Zhuo pinched Yiming's nose and said, "Don't you want Dad to go to work? You are the one invited by Xie Shengfei, so you can just go."

"Oh." Yiming bowed his head and took the initiative to button his clothes.

'Om————'

The man glanced at the phone screen and his expression sank, he didn't intend to answer it and let it ring.

Yiming didn't play for a few minutes in the store, and a shiny BMW parked at the door.

"Cut, it's an eyesore." Seeing who came out, Xiao Zhuo was taken aback for a moment. Didn't read the news much recently? I don't know the situation outside. Why does he feel that Boss Hou is quite free, and even came to pick up a child in person.

"You still come in person."

"Uncle Hou!" Seeing his son pounce on him before standing still, Xiao Zhuo widened his eyes to look at Hou Hao and his son, when did the relationship between the two get so good.

"Santa Fe has been waiting for you at home for a long time."

"Yeah." Yiming looked at his father. "Dad, where's my cake!"

This was Yiming's first visit to a child's house, and Xiao Zhuo was relieved to get rid of his prejudice against Hou Hao. The boy was obviously much more excited these days.

Taking out the cake, Yiming insisted on taking it by himself and not helping him.

"Uncle, I want to go up by myself." After finishing speaking, he carefully put the cake on the seat, pushed it up, and waved to his father.

Xiao Zhuo turned around with a smile on his face and said to Hou Hao, "Remember to send it back early."

"Okay." Boss Hou cherishes words like gold.

Seeing the car disappearing at the end of the road, Xiao Zhuo stood there in a daze for a long time, stomping on the snow with his feet unconsciously and making a dull sound of 'hangchihangchi'.

The cashier girl came out to throw out the trash and said, "Brother Zhuo, Yiming has only left for a few minutes and I can't bear it."

With a bit of bitterness in the corner of his mouth, Xiao Zhuo took off the work cap on his head, and a sudden gust of cool wind blew from the heat covered by the cap, chilling his heart.

He glanced at the end of the road, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Worry, the brat has never been out of the house, so I'm afraid he will cause trouble in other people's homes."

"No way, look at how honest Yiming is in the store."

That's right, his son is so obedient and polite, and he doesn't mess around at such a young age.

It was useless to comfort himself like this, Xiao Zhuo touched his heart and found that it was trembling very weakly.

Shaking his head violently, he put his hat back on, turned and went back into the shop.

……

Hou's house is located in a wealthy area, with some distance between the residents. It is quiet and safe, and the scenery is even better. Hou Hao looked at the rearview mirror and concentrated on driving, and occasionally exchanged a few words with the kid.

"Uncle Hou, how long is it?" Before that he was about to fall asleep.

Yiming rubbed his eyes, the car was very comfortable, and he just woke up feeling sleepy.

"Coming."

It was the first time he was alone so far away from home, Yiming's blood began to boil, his body was wrapped warmly, his small face looked outside excitedly, and he said in surprise: "Uncle, your house is so big."

Hou Hao parked the car and opened the door, "Come out, Santa Fe is waiting for you inside."

"Yeah!" The little face blushed inexplicably, Yiming got out of the car and took the cake, and naturally held his uncle's hand.

Putting a small hand in his hand, Hou Hao looked unaccustomed to it, and met Shang Yiming's smiling eyes, "Uncle."

It felt like love at first sight.

Hou Hao tightened his grip slightly and led the kid in.

"Uncle, your house is so beautiful." When he was about to reach the door, he might not have settled down, so he fell accidentally, and his knee hit the ground with a [bang].

Hou Hao picked it up quickly with sharp eyes, heard the voice, and touched it, "Does it hurt?"

The pain is not so serious if I wear it in winter, Yiming grabs the rope of the cake with a bitter face, "Will the cake deform?"

It wasn't snowing outside but it was dry and cold. Hou Hao saw that his little hands were shaking and turned red from the cold, so he stretched out his hands to rub the kid's knees.

But she was strong, and the little princess cried until she fell into darkness after such a fall.

Yiming stretched out his big hand and hugged it. He took the cake from the child's hand and comforted him, "It's fine."

Immediately, his energy was low, and Yiming reluctantly responded, lying on his uncle's shoulder in frustration and embarrassment, pouting his mouth and rubbing his uncle's clothes in front of him, smelling, "Uncle, you smell good, daddy smells like cream."

As soon as he entered the door, he felt different, even though it was a small birthday, he was dressed lively, Yiming opened his eyes and looked around curiously, his mouth opened and opened again.

The decoration is more European-style, all in warm yellow tones. Even if there is no heating, it feels heart-warming. The colorful ribbons are wrapped around the door. Yiming has never seen such a scene. .

"Dad, mom."

Shou Xing is rolling in her mother's arms, wearing a crown on her head, even if it is winter, she still wears a princess dress, but Hou Jing can't help her daughter and can only agree.

Seeing that the little friend arrived, he climbed off his mother's lap, and said happily, "Yiming, you are here."

Yiming turned his head and smiled shyly. Seeing many people he didn't know, he became timid. He involuntarily grabbed his uncle's tie, "Hello, uncle, aunt, grandma, grandpa." He called out to everyone with one mouth.

Hou Jing laughed, "Hi, kid Yiming."

"Okay, Feifei, I've been talking about you for a long time." Hou Zheng was about to find out who the kid his granddaughter was talking about, and he invited him on his birthday, so he put on his glasses and was taken aback.

Suspiciously, he took off his glasses, wiped them and put them on again, and exchanged glances with his wife.