Young Master Jiao and the Poor Master

After standing on tiptoe for a long time but not reaching, Young Master Jiao was a little frustrated.After my 15th birthday, I measured my height, and was pleasantly surprised to find that I had grown five centimeters taller. Now Master Jiao is 1.6 meters tall.But as soon as he turned his head and bumped into the arms of the poor benefactor, Young Master Jiao became unhappy again, and gestured vigorously with his mouth, not understanding why he only reached the man's shoulder.

Right now, even with his tiptoes, he still can't reach the piggy bank that the poor benefactor helped him hide on the topmost floor of the closet, and the poor benefactor put it in it with ease.Seemingly casually glanced at the door, and listened again, after confirming that no one would come in in a short time, Xuan Xuan quickly moved the stool and stepped on it to find it.

After restoring everything, Manifest threw himself into the quilt, impatiently unscrewed the only entrance and exit on the piggy bank, stretched his fingers in and fumbled a few times, his eyes lit up instantly, there really was something similar to a magnetic card.Aww, money, it's all money!Two cards, two cards, hey, his parents definitely saved money for him!

Rolling happily on the bed a few times, the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears, Young Master Jiao twitched his fingers forcefully, and then became worried.So what, it's unscientific, how did the magnetic card get in there?Squinting his eyes and knocking on the edge of the round hole, Young Master Jiao curled his lips, okay, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible to take out the magnetic card from the round hole, the difference between the diameter and width is too big, okay?

With cold water splashed down on his head, Young Master Jiao hummed weakly twice, thankful that he didn't tell the poor benefactor, that he should taste the joy in vain by himself.

Weighed the big golden pig in his hand a few times, and held it high for a long time.

Sighing, Xuan Xuan withdrew his hand and carefully rubbed the golden pig's head with his fingers.He was still reluctant to break the only birthday present he treasured, because he didn't care too much before. Those gifts that represented the blessings and expectations of his parents didn't receive special treatment from him, and he couldn't keep the second one.

After holding the golden pig baby for a while, Xuan Xuan reluctantly hid it back to its original place, not wanting to take another look at it.

What Xia Murong saw when he came in was the little guy lying listlessly on the bed, and temporarily put aside the matter of asking the little guy to eat, he went around to the side by the window, sat on the edge of the bed, and rubbed Yanyan's head, "Why? Was it? I was quite happy just now, but suddenly regretted saving the money?"

Manifesto shook his head, and said sullenly, "That's not it, there is nothing to regret, the money is for my brother, uh, and then my brother used it to support me, I earned it."

Xia Murong: "..."

In fact, words are quite good at reckoning.

Xia Murong: "Then... get up and eat?"

Manifest kicked his legs, "Oh, brother, will you pick me up?"

Xia Murong: "Yanyan, you are getting fat, and my brother can hardly hold you anymore."

Manifesto raised his eyes in surprise: "Nonsense, Uncle Xia said you can hold two hundred catties, but I'm only a little over 100. Brother, it's wrong to lie."

Xia Murong was silent, and changed the phrase, "Yanyan, you are not young."

The declaration paused: "Uh...then I will always be younger than my elder brother? Of course, I can always be hugged by my elder brother. It is only natural for an elder brother to hug his younger brother."

Xia Murong raised his eyebrows: "Yanyan...you seem to have become naughty recently."

Manifesto smiled flatteringly: "Brother, this is your illusion."

Xia Murong held back a smile and frowned: "Get up!"

"oh oh."

Deling's young master Jiao got up with a "crash" and followed behind his brother, holding his brother's hand and shaking, "Brother, what are you having for lunch?"

Xia Murong glanced at him, "It's all on the table, you have to eat if you like it, and you have to eat it if you don't like it."

Young Master Jiao said in surprise, "How could it be? Naturally, what my brother cooks is delicious. How could I not like it?"

Xia Murong didn't bother to pay attention to the little guy whose mouth was getting sweeter, but couldn't help but add, "Eggplant with minced meat, hot and sour potato shreds, mapo tofu, braised crucian carp, all of which you like to eat."

"Oh, oh, brother, you're so kind." Taking an exaggerated saliva, Young Master Jiao put his arms around the poor benefactor's neck and gnawed several mouthfuls, sucking the poor benefactor's tongue in his mouth, like It was as if he had already put his favorite dish into his mouth.The cool young master Jiao thought to himself, how could he not like it, brother's cooking would definitely be according to his taste!

Loved the little guy so much, he had a cat-like expression, Xia Murong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then returned to the proper arc.He already had nothing to do with the little guy, and he was determined not to pamper and indulge him any more.

Having had a good meal, Manifesto no longer remembered why he was listless before, and walked around the poor benefactor who was cleaning the kitchen several times.

It's time to bask in the sun, why is the poor benefactor so slow, does he want to sleep?

The young master Jiao, who was used to eating and sleeping well, yawned loudly, silently urging the hardworking poor benefactor, thinking that he really did not follow the wrong person.Although the benefactor my mother is looking for is rich, it can't be compared to the poor benefactor who treats him so well.

The most obvious point is that her mother's benefactor always makes her backache so bad that she can't even get out of bed, but when it comes to him, the poor benefactor is often so tired that her back hurts.

For example, a few days ago, he insisted on asking the poor benefactor to carry him back, and then beat his own poor benefactor's back for a long, long time at night.

But who made the poor benefactor start to dislike his weight?Obviously, the poor benefactor has always tried to coax him to eat a little more food, but after he was really fed up and fat, he was actually disgusted, can't he bear it!Scratching his head, Young Master Jiao looked at the poor benefactor lying on the bed, frowning and feeling uncomfortable, with his mouth flattened, did he feel distressed?

To sum up, Manifesto feels that he loves his poor benefactor even more.Besides, when he has money, it won't be a problem to be poor. Then, uh, he will support the poor benefactor?

Thinking of the "hard work" that would be required after becoming a benefactor, Young Master Jiao felt chills and shook his head again and again, dispelling the picture of himself returning home with the poor benefactor on his back.Therefore, it is better to give the money to the poor benefactor, and then let the poor benefactor take care of him.

After wiping his hands, Xia Murong looked out the window, the weather was really good.

There was wind outside the house, and the spring breeze in February was still a bit chilly, making people uncomfortable, but this had nothing to do with Xia Murong and the declaration.In the flower room, Xia Murong closed the curtains, changed the direction of the reclining chair, placed his back to the sun, and lay down on it.Young Master Jiao pounced on him almost at the same time, expertly found his exclusive position, hugged the poor benefactor's waist contentedly, tilted his head, and fell asleep.

The boy in his arms has grown up by one year, even his height has grown a lot, and his weight has even improved qualitatively under his careful feeding.Xia Murong caressed the big boy's soft hair, and put his other hand on the big boy's waist, soft.

Although it is not very comfortable for such a heavy baby to be on his body, Xia Murong feels more satisfied than ever in his heart.The sense of fullness in his arms seemed to press directly on his heart, filling his heart to the full.

Kissed Qinyan's forehead, this is his baby, if you hug him tightly, you won't be afraid of anything.

Zhu Wen came home on her bicycle, and when she parked the car, she raised her eyes inadvertently, and what caught her eyes was the picture of a large and a small hugging each other and sleeping, which was harmonious and beautiful.

The blue eyes stared unconsciously for a long time before retracting.

He parked the car lightly, pushed the door and went in, came out again after a while, got on the car again and left.

She remembered a few months ago, the night after Xu Lan and Xiao Fei left, she thought Mu Mu would hide from her in a panic, but the child knocked on her door directly and sat down to talk to her calmly. for a while.

It seemed that she didn't have the part to speak. From the beginning to the end, Mu Mu was just explaining his decision clearly.She knew that the calmer Mu Mu said, the more determined she would be, and she could no longer interfere with this matter.In other words, even if she intervenes, it is impossible to achieve the result she wants, maybe... she will still lose the wood.

After running over a stone, the car twisted a few times, Zhu Wen suddenly stopped the car, and then stopped for a long time, looked up at the long road, and then looked around,

After getting out of the car, she turned around while pushing the car. Instead of riding again, she just pushed the car along the road, turned right at the next intersection, and found the starting way again.

The relationship between Mumu and her is actually not very good, not that the child doesn't love her.On the contrary, it is precisely because Mu Mu loves her mother so much that he can't bear some of her behaviors.Because of disdain, gradually, Mu Mu hardly spoke to her heart-to-heart, and even developed an independent character, and even became silent a lot. Obviously, a long time ago, this child would angrily stop her, accusing her of always forgetting to run away. of.

Maybe now Mu Mu can understand some of her thoughts, but it is difficult to get back the lost time and intimacy. She owes Mu Mu an explanation, but she doesn't know if there is any need for an explanation.Her child has the person she cherishes the most, and she doesn't even want to ask which one is more important in Wood's heart, between herself and that boy.

It is undeniable that because of the appearance of that speech, Mu Mu took the initiative to talk to her for the first time, even though Mu Mu was talking almost unilaterally.The relationship between the two has improved after all, and the most difficult first step has been taken, and Zhu Wen is relieved.

As for the matter of wood and speech, she didn't really care much about it. The education and social influence she received since she was a child was different, so she didn't think it was a big issue worthy of debate.However, out of selfishness, she still made some requests, not for anything else, just to have more opportunities to chat with Mu Mu alone.

It may be that I have been lonely for too long, or it may be that the days are getting better and there are fewer things to worry about. Zhu Wen is more willing to spend time on her son and... and Xiaogui. There should be time.It doesn't make sense. The hard times are over, and the family can be more divided.

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