flirt with a rich man

Yiming was embarrassed to ask his uncle to hold him down, but he was nervous as he walked forward, but he forgot to hold his uncle's tie in his hand, and grabbed it straight when he ran.

Hou Hao was squatting and being dragged and forced to take a big step, his throat tightened again, with a slight embarrassment on his face.

Unexpectedly, he did something wrong again, and Yiming frowned and hurriedly put the tie back on his uncle's clothes. He found that the pinched marks were unsightly, his eyes were about to cry, and his little hands tried hard to smooth out the wrinkles.

His throat was almost stuck, Hou Hao relaxed and reached out to rub the top of the kid's hair, "It's okay, go play with Santa Fe."

After speaking, I greeted my niece to come over and play with her, and cut off the vibrating phone in my pocket. Because there is no one nearby, the little princess usually has no friends, and one of them will become very excited, and dragged Yiming into her in a hurry. Walking in the room, he said: "Let's go play with building blocks together, there are many, many."

Sitting there, the old man wiped his glasses and felt that he might be crazy about his grandson, but it doesn't look very similar now.

This person's eyesight is becoming less and less useful as he gets old, no wonder his wife always talks about him.

When he was about to eat the cake, Yiming was still looking at the balloon and watching the moving ones. The little princess called out to eat the cake given by her friend before recovering. She rubbed her hands behind her in embarrassment and said, "I fell in the door, maybe , it might not look good." His voice was pitifully low.

Hou Jing smiled and squatted down in front of the children, "It doesn't matter, Santa Fe likes it."

"Yes, yes, I like both." Then she fell on the cake box and was intoxicated.

The cake doesn’t have much misplacement. Xiao Zhuo considered that on girls’ birthdays, a lot of lace was squeezed around to make a different look. Children would spoil the cake, so he learned the method of strawberry mousse and divided it into many layers. The layers are all strawberries, because fresh fruits contain fruit acids, so the strawberries in the interlayer are all specially canned, so even if you cut them open, you won't be afraid that they will be broken.

The framed frame has a strong princess atmosphere, and the birthday star happily stepped on the small chair to cut it, "Mom, I like this cake."

"Thank you soon, Yiming."

"Thank you Yiming!" loud and clear.

When he got the cake, he still stared at the balloon. Yiming held a small fork in his mouth and watched a blue balloon float and float, and followed him until it floated to a corner.

"Want it?" Hou Hao was alone here, leaning closer to look in the direction.

"Ah."

Hearing this, Hou Hao put down the tray with one hand, picked up the little devil with a wave of his long arm, and held it up to a height just enough to touch the string of the balloon.

"Uncle, Uncle, I want to hold it high, and Feifei wants to too." There was a violent shaking of his leg, and he hugged it back with a sigh, the phone in his pocket was still vibrating.

"It's the first time for Feifei to invite children to come home, let's take a group photo." Roger went upstairs and took a Polaroid down, holding it up and said to the family.

The little princess's first time has a lot of commemorative significance. Hou Jing agreed with her husband, "Let's take a few pictures."

"I want my uncle to hug me and shoot!"

"Can't dad hug me?" Luo Jie said in Chinese very slickly, with a sad face.

The little princess rolled her eyes, "Then I want Dad to hug me."

Yiming turned around slightly and felt uncomfortable, unable to stretch his legs, leaned on his uncle's shoulder and whispered, "Uncle, I want to go down."

Dad is taking pictures because Dad is taking pictures, now he is a stranger.

Yiming couldn't let go of his hands and feet and stood awkwardly. The little princess was happily in her father's arms, and he leaned towards his uncle and pulled his eyebrows together.

Looking down, Hou Hao only had a small black head, and his hair looked abnormally soft under the light.

Yiming took a few photos and stood aside. Looking at the group photo of the whole family, he suddenly thought that he only had his father. He slowly looked out of the window. Made new snacks.

"Uncle Hou." He called softly.

Hou Hao stopped when he was about to go upstairs, and watched the kid run towards him, put down the phone and knelt down.

"I miss Dad." Running over to squeeze into his uncle's arms, Yiming was not used to the lively atmosphere, "I want to go home."

Mr. Hou leaned on a cane with both hands and sat solemnly on the sofa and secretly looked towards the stairs. He noticed the interaction between the children and his son, and lifted his reading glasses for a flash.

Looking over his uncle's shoulder to meet the old man's inspecting gaze, Yiming stepped back in fear and immediately buried himself in his uncle's arms.

Suddenly he felt a little unaccustomed, Hou Hao was not too close to his niece, one was that the company was too busy to stay at home for long, and the other was that the niece was too lively and he couldn't bear it.

Suddenly a doll was in his arms and he was stunned for a few seconds before standing up.

"It's so cold outside and the snow is getting bigger and bigger, so let's leave after only one night."

"No need." Hou Hao put on the scarf, turned his head and said expressionlessly, "I promised his father to send him back."

Saying goodbye to uncles and aunts politely, Yiming shrank behind Hou Hao's legs when it was the old man's turn, "Goodbye, Grandpa."

The old man leaned against the sofa cushion and exhaled, "Goodbye, kid."

When the man left, the old man doubted his wife: "Ah Hao has no intention of remarrying, is there someone out there?"

"How is it possible, this child..." Li Shufen said that she couldn't believe it anymore, "No way, will someone not tell the family?"

"If there is no one, how could the divorce from the previous wife be so sudden? Although she is not a good model, but since she married into our family, she is the Hou family."

"Hou's family?" Li Shufen's voice rose, "I know that she is married and still has gossip outside, and she always asks Ah Hao to disclose her marriage to her. Have you considered her husband's identity? If there is no help from Ah Hao's company, she can get along so well. Okay? The entertainment industry is so deep." As if thinking of a possibility, she hit the old man twice, "It's because of the entertainment company you started later."

"Hey, I'm so old." Hou Zheng stroked the crutch in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and if he could get a child out, he would at worst bring the child over.

"Uncle Hou, your phone is always ringing."

"Don't worry about harassing calls."

……

"Brother Zhuo, you have been watching at the door for a long time." Li Wen couldn't bear to watch and reminded.

Xiao Zhuo breathed in the cold air and coughed a few times, rubbed his hands and looked outside, smiled and said, "I miss my son."

I'm afraid it's because he's afraid of accidents. Since he was a child, Yiming has never annoyed him. It's because he's too obedient that he worries so much, worrying about unimaginable things.

It may also be because I think too much, and the child is still so young.

In any case, he regretted it in half a day anyway, regretted agreeing to his son to go to that ghost Shi Laozi's birthday party.

"father!"

Hou Hao held the kid in place, took out the scarf around his neck and wrapped it around him, and then walked towards the store holding hands.

It is said that long legs and advanced customization are standard, which is absolutely true.

Hou Hao led the little ghost to walk carefully in the snow for fear of spinning and slipping, the picture didn't look right to Xiao Zhuo.

But in the bottom of my heart, I still have to say that there is still capital to play around outside.

Hugging his father's thigh, Yiming didn't forget to take out the balloon when he came out, and showed his father excitedly: "The balloon my uncle gave me." His hands were so cold that he couldn't control his strength, and the balloon flew away as soon as the words fell.

That's fine, that's fine.

Xiao Zhuo picked up his son and weighed it up, reckoning that he won't be able to hold him anymore in a year or two. He rubbed his nose that was a little red from the cold and said, "It's okay, Dad will buy it for you tomorrow."

After tidying up his son's clothes and removing the scarf around his neck and replacing it with his own, Xiao Zhuo handed it to the man harmlessly, "I'm sorry." Then he left without looking back.

It took a long time, it seemed to be a free babysitter for someone, and it was faster to throw away Durex when it was used up.

Durex still has to spend money to buy it, but he doesn't even want money.

Think about it, no one has made him such a laborer.

Jun's face turned cold, and just as he was about to step forward, the vibration in his pocket started again. No one dared to call Boss Hou so frequently.

Hou Hao clenched his fists fiercely, hesitantly answered and lowered his voice: "Su Qinqin, what do you want?"

Even an afternoon can make a child tired. Yiming fell asleep on his father's shoulder, glanced at his uncle who was still facing him and asked worriedly, "Dad, it's so cold outside, why don't you invite uncle in?"

Xiao Zhuo hugged his son and turned around, and saw the man opposite him was furious, "Humph" didn't mean to be a good person at all, "Uncle Hou naturally likes cold."

"Is it really not cold?" Yiming called out his little hand.

Taking advantage of his son, Xiao Zhuo felt relieved when he saw his facial features wrinkled together, "You see, Uncle Hou still wears such little clothes in winter, he must not be cold."

Didn't tell his son it was a suit at all.

"Oh." Like that, Yiming buried himself in his father's arms and said, "Xie Santa Fe's house is so big and beautiful."

"Yiming, do you miss Dad outside?"

"Yes!"

Sure enough, it was his own baby, father and son bonded together, Xiao Zhuo managed to make him laugh with the villain in his arms.

In the evening, there were few customers in the store, and the goods were almost collected. It was a bit difficult for Li Wen to pretend not to see it, so he laughed and exposed the store manager: "Yi Ming, your father didn't work much this afternoon, so he just watched you at the door. Time to come back."

His cheeks were slightly hot, Xiao Zhuo snorted, "You're the only one who talks a lot."

The snow will be uncontrollable later, Xiao Zhuo is worried that the little girl will not be safe at home, so let her go back first, "Li Wen, I will call you the card, if the weather is bad, you go back first."

"Thank you boss!"

Xiao Zhuo waved his hands and continued cleaning.

Yiming sat on the stool and waited to get home, watching his father sweep the floor and crawl down by himself.

His height is not as long as his father's legs. He slowly hugged his thighs and said in a muffled voice, "Xie Santa Fe's family has a lot of people, including father, mother, grandpa and grandma."

Xiao Zhuo's body stiffened instantly, he closed his eyes and slowly stopped, stroked his son's soft hair and said slowly, "Yiming..."

There were fewer pedestrians on the road, Hou Hao opened the car window and let the cold and harsh snowflakes drift in, his face was frosty, when he arrived at the residence, he saw a woman who was tightly wrapped up at the door with only her chin exposed, suppressed his anger and got out of the car and closed the car door with a 'bang'.

When he walked up to the woman, his tone contained no trace of warmth.

"Su Qinqin."