Whose child fell here

7.

Qin Huamao had a headache.

Bringing Dudu to work with him was an unavoidable choice. After dismissing his previous nanny, he went to someone to ask if there was any reliable nanny who could continue. However, the supply of high-quality nanny was in short supply. Unwilling to hand over his son to an unreliable nanny, he had to take it with him.

Dudu is more than three years old this year. The child is well-raised and well-behaved on weekdays. He doesn't look like he shed tears when he first got picked up.

But it is also obvious that the new environment has brought a lot of pressure to Dudu.When Qin Huamao came out of the conference room, he pushed open the door of the office, and saw the secretary standing beside him with a bewildered and nervous expression.

Dudu was placed on a large sofa, still maintaining the posture before Qin Huamao left. A tablet was placed on the table in front of him. Children's animation was playing on the tablet. The music was cheerful and the picture was relaxing. It was Dudu's favorite animation. piece.

It's just that Jing- the child sitting on the sofa stared blankly at the tablet, but tears kept dripping from his eyes, but he just shed tears silently without making a sound, which made people feel distressed. sharp.

The secretary looked at Qin Huamao anxiously. She was assigned to take care of the child. She thought he was obedient and would not cry and would be easy to take care of. The closer you are, the more you cry.

Qin Huamao knew what was going on when he saw the situation, and waved his secretary to go out, so he approached cautiously and slowly sat down on the sofa.

The child who was sitting on the sofa and crying quietly didn't feel Qin Huamao's approach at all, until his whole body was half-embraced, blinked his eyes twice, and threw himself into that generous embrace.

"Father!" The child's hands tightly grasped his father's clothes, and there was a bit of crying in his voice.

Qin Huamao reached out and patted the child's back, and began to regret why he was left here just now. It seems that even with a secretary to accompany him, it is useless, it is really a headache.

The weak crying lasted for a while and then slowly stopped. Qin Huamao looked down, and sure enough, the child had closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It's just that even after falling asleep, his two little hands were still tightly clutching Dad's clothes.

"Ah," Qin Huamao sighed, carefully adjusted the child's sleeping position, and wanted to take those hands off his clothes, but found that the clothes had already been scratched and deformed, even after using it a little I can't break it even with force, so I just stopped moving.

Before Qin Huamao could think of any reliable solution, his cell phone rang, the vibration was not loud, and he answered it in time, but he still went to see the child, and saw that his eyelids trembled a few times Calm was restored again, and I was relieved.

"Hello, how's it going?" Qin Huamao's words were filled with anticipation. It was his friend who called, and he had asked this friend to find a nanny before.

"It's not good, Brother Qin," the male voice on the phone sounded not in a good mood, "There was another suitable one, but she was ordered to leave a few days ago, and the remaining work hours are not too long, and it's not too late. Not sure what it's going to be like."

Qin Huamao is silent. The nanny market is chaotic now. Good nanny is basically snatched up early in the morning. Excellent and reliable babysitters who know the basics are even more difficult to come by. In addition, Dudu still has requirements for nanny, it is even more difficult. found.

"Why don't you find someone with a good review first. She just left my friend's place, and she did a good job before."

"The one you said before was pretty good," Qin Huamao replied him in one sentence.

The man over there was not angry when he was so insulted, "You know, it's not easy to find someone you like right now. If you want me to tell you, I'd better talk to your family and invite Aunt Liu come over?"

Qin Huamao was silent. Aunt Liu said by friends was their nanny and had worked in their family for more than 20 years. It can be said that Qin Huamao was almost brought up by Aunt Liu.

But the old men and women at home couldn't do without Aunt Liu. Qin Huamao had thought about inviting Aunt Liu over for a while, but he didn't want to bother the two old people.

"You can find it for me again. If it doesn't work, I'll trouble our old lady again." Qin Huamao shook his son in his arms unskillfully, "Please pay more attention to me, Dudu is really troublesome. Thank you."

"Hey, I'm asking you all the time. I didn't expect you to become a different person after having a child. I never thanked my buddies so much before."

"It's not very troublesome. There are so many things going on recently, so I need to help me with these things. Come over when you are free, and let Dudu recognize you," Qin Huamao said with a smile.

"That's necessary, so I can't get a godfather?" The voice over there rose several degrees, "You wait, I will bring some gifts for my godson later!"

"It's done," Qin Huamao's smile remained undiminished, "Stop talking, go and do your work."

Qin Huamao has a huge workload every day. When he starts working, he often forgets about the child who is still in his arms. Fortunately, the child is very well-behaved. Seeing that his father is busy with work, he also lies motionless in his arms If it wasn't for Qin Huamao's action that caused the child's head to hit the desk, he would have almost forgotten that he still had his son on his body.

Sure enough, it was still a bit tricky, Qin Huamao was very worried while helping the child rub his head.

It's okay to bring them to work together in a short period of time, but this is not a long-term solution after all. In fact, according to Dudu's current age, sending him to kindergarten is the best way, but this is the case with Dudu.

Qin Huamao looked at the son in his arms, and couldn't help sighing again, it's really difficult...

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Yu Wenrui's mood today was unexpectedly good. Putting aside those trivial and unhappy things, he had a delicious morning tea in the morning, went to a nearby botanical garden, and settled his lunch at a small roadside shop. He finished the drawing smoothly again, but at night, the dinner he made by himself seemed a bit unharmonious amidst the beauty of the day.

Yu Wenrui's culinary skills are really poor. From elementary school to university, he had to eat three meals a day in the cafeteria, so that he didn't realize that cooking is a century-old problem until after he graduated.

But at that time, Zeng Ning was cooking. Although he didn't comment on his character, Zeng Ning did learn a good cooking skill from his father, and captured Yu Wenrui's stomach in minutes.

Yu Wenrui also didn't want the other party to be too tired from cooking, so he took the initiative to do the washing and cutting of vegetables at the beginning, maybe because of his talent in this area, Yu Wenrui also developed a good sword skill unconsciously.

For dinner, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and fried celery sauce were prepared. When it was finally put on the table, it was a plate of mushy, sticky and unidentified objects. dry end.

It seemed that there were still good memories of the previous two meals in his stomach, Yu Wenrui moved his chopsticks a few times, and he couldn't bear to embarrass his stomach.

But in the end, I still adhered to the principle of not wasting, threw away the burnt part, and fed the rest with my eyes closed.

This meal was really hurting. After washing the dishes, Yu Wenrui collapsed on the sofa, rubbed his protesting stomach, and began to think about his future food.

Before when Zeng Ning went to work and didn't have time to cook for him, he would reluctantly deal with it, or order takeaway, but at that time he thought it was nothing, but now he thinks it's not so good.

How about trying to learn how to cook?

Thinking of this, Yu Wenrui immediately clicked on the cooking tutorials on the Internet. There are all kinds of dishes in it, and the proportions of various ingredients are extremely detailed, even accurate to a few grams.

Yu Wenrui immediately became interested. The only cooking skills he had were from Zeng Ning's random teaching. Before, he thought that there was such a boyfriend who could cook, and he had never been to these places to teach others how to cook. I just feel that my talent is so poor that my cooking skills are extremely poor.

Seeing these detailed descriptions now, and recalling the right amount of seasoning in Zeng Ning's hands, Yu Wenrui finally knew where the gap was.

After reading these tutorials, Yu Wenrui couldn't help feeling confident that he could learn it himself.

These pictures are so tempting, but he has already eaten, the fullness in his stomach and the hunger in his heart are intertwined, leaving only the rapid secretion of saliva.

Just as Yu Wenrui was intoxicated by the delicious food, he vaguely heard his door being knocked twice.

After pausing the video, Yu Wenrui listened carefully again, and sure enough, he heard a few more soft sounds.

At this time, Qin Huamao, who opened the door, had already spotted the son who was secretly knocking on the neighbor's door behind him, and wanted to take him home, but the child didn't cooperate, and opened his mouth tightly, as if he would not stop until he knocked on the door.

Qin Huamao squatted down, trying to reason with his son, but the first thing he said was, "Brother is not at home, we will come back next time."

Then the door in front of him creaked open.

Yu Wenrui didn't think too much when he opened the door, but he didn't expect to see such a scene.

The man squatted halfway on the ground, and he could only see the top of his neatly combed head, while the child who was ignored by him for a while, was raising his head high, with little stars in his eyes looking forward to it, "Brother, draw a picture."

Yu Wenrui didn't understand what he was talking about, so he subconsciously asked back, "What?"

So the child repeated again, "Brother, draw."

Taking advantage of Yu Wenrui's attention on his son, Qin Huamao took the opportunity to stand up, and when he heard his son's words, his expression was a little complicated, and he explained to Yu Wenrui, "Sorry, if possible, I can trouble you to draw a picture for him. A painting?"