Sand sculpture tyrant always called my wife

"Eat shrimp?" Bian Yunluo took his little nephew to the vegetable market to buy as usual, squatted down in the seafood area and asked softly.

The little guy's round eyes kept wandering over the crabs and prawns, and he sometimes peeked at the big fish swimming around, and the word "want to eat" almost flowed from his mouth.

Mianmian grabbed Bian Yunluo's hand, and said with a fat face like a baby, "Yeah, eat shrimp!" She didn't ask for it.

Bian Yunluo raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and bought some of the seafood that Mianmian had seen just now.

"The baby is so cute." The more cute and cute the stall owner's aunt is, the more she likes it. "Oh, there is a small fish here, and it can't be sold. Take it home to play."

The aunt fished out a finger-long fish from the live fish tank, put it in a bag, and forced it to Bian Yunluo: "I can't sell it if I leave it alone, so I gave it to the baby."

"Thank you, auntie." Bian Yunluo patted Mianmian's back, asking the little guy to thank him.

With a smile on her face, she held Xiaoyu in her hands: "Thank you, Auntie!"

Before leaving, he turned his head and stretched out his short hand to pay respects to the stall owner. The cute stall owner's heart was trembling.

The two bought a lot of vegetables and fruits, which were heavy.

Bian Yunluo was carrying something, and he had no more hands to hold. The little guy was eager to help his father share some burden.

Bian Yunluo saw what he was thinking, and stretched out a finger to point Mianmian's head: "Don't lose your little fish."

Mianmian was immediately distracted, holding her little fish carefully.

Mianmian likes to go to the vegetable market with him very much, this is something Bian Yunluo discovered by accident.

Since then, he hasn't bought food on the more convenient Internet, and he doesn't go to the kind of hardcover shopping malls.

Fortunately, the distance was not far, and the two arrived home soon.

After the two figures, one big and one small, disappeared at the entrance of the building, Ying Zaizhou and Secretary Li came out from the shadows.

Ying Zaizhou was silent, and Secretary Li didn't dare to speak rashly.

"Do they just eat that kind of thing?" Ying Zaizhou's throat tightened and his voice was hoarse, as if he was enduring something.

However, Secretary Li didn't get his point at all.

Fish, shrimp and crab have everything, called "that kind of thing"?

Ah, too.

After all, with Mr. Ying's net worth, I am afraid that the world's top ingredients are airlifted home, and then carefully cooked by the chef.

Secretary Li pushed his glasses, this is, the simple and unpretentious doubts of rich people?

Since Secretary Li didn't answer for a long time, Ying Zaizhou had already completed it by himself.

He had never seen anything like it before, the smell of fish mixed with the smell of meat, a noisy market, not even a delivery service.

They just gave him a little fish that he didn't even want to look at, and his son actually regarded it as a treasure.

The place where I live is not a good location, and the house is probably not too big.

Ying Zaizhou stood with his hands in his pockets in the warm summer night, looking up at the tall buildings in front of him.

He wants to take Little O away as soon as possible.

"Help me with something." On the way back, Secretary Li received another strange order from Ying Zaizhou.

"I'm about to leave the organization, and I won't take on any more missions these days."

Secretary Li didn't understand, and Secretary Li didn't dare to ask.

Bian Yunluo, who was washing the vegetables, saw the familiar black luxury car from the kitchen window.

Bian Yunluo wiped his hands, he knew that "Boss Ying" had been following him.

"Bring me the phone." Mianmian, who was squatting on the ground poking the small fish in the basin, ran to the living room, brought the phone, and stared at uncle curiously.

Without the slightest hesitation, Bian Yunluo pressed 110 in front of Mianmian.

"Hello, I am a resident of Building 5, Linglan Community, Jincheng Road. Someone has been following me..." Bian Yunluo's voice was extremely calm, without saying a word of nonsense, "You can call up the market and community monitoring, a car A black car with a license plate of..."

"Okay, thank you." The other side asked Bian Yunluo's name and contact information, and said that they would deal with it as soon as possible and give him an answer.

Bian Yunluo hung up the phone and started cooking as usual.

"Mianmian, call the police if you encounter bad people." Bian Yunluo raised the knife and used the back of the knife to knock the carp unconscious, and began to scrape the scales and dispose of the internal organs.

When I was a child, my mother felt that the stalls were not clean enough, so she always brought them home and made them herself, and Bian Yunluo left this habit.

Shrinking his neck, he always felt that his father seemed a little angry.

Bian Yunluo realized that his actions seemed a little scary, pursed his lips, and suppressed the unknown anger in his heart.

"Tomorrow afternoon, the teacher in the nursery class has something to do. I'll take you to school." Afraid of scaring the child, Bian Yunluo changed the topic.

Sure enough, Mianmian was attracted to the attention, and he preferred to be with his father rather than in the nursery class: "Okay! Can I bring some biscuits?"

"En." After receiving Bian Yunluo's affirmative answer, Mianmian was overjoyed.

Infected by Xiao Buer's emotions, Bian Yunluo's mood gradually relaxed.

During the lunch break the next day, Bian Yunluo went to the nursery class as planned and took Mianmian to school.

"Oh, here comes Mianmian." The teachers in the office rushed forward, stuffing snacks into Mianmian's hands.

Even the English group next door rushed over after hearing the sound, and they wanted to take advantage of Bian Yunluo's inattention, and rua's soft little face,

"Fruit candy, mango flavor, it's delicious." Mianmian took out a small jar from the duckling bag, which contained beautiful handmade candies: "This is made by my father, for my sister."

"Ah, Mianmian is so good." Everyone in the office has a share.

It's not uncommon for married teachers to pick up their kids after school is over.

It's just that Mianmian is obedient and beautiful, so she is very popular.

This morning and noon, Bian Yunluo did not see Ying Zaizhou.

Maybe yesterday's alarm worked, Bian Yunluo gradually felt relieved.

It was all calm until after school in the evening.

But as soon as he left the school gate, Bian Yunluo noticed something unusual, the skewer stand closest to the school gate was gone.

Instead, the man in suits and leather shoes sat on the ponytail, his long legs curled up with nowhere to go, and the man who was coughing from the smoke should be in the state.

On the other side, Secretary Li was fanning the charcoal fire with a big cattail fan.

Other food stalls automatically make room for two people's brand new carts.

"Ahem, cough, cough, do you really know it, cough cough." Ying Zaizhou felt that his tears were about to fall.

No wonder his son's voice is so hoarse, he must have been smoked by setting up a stall with Xiao O since he was a child.

Secretary Li's head is getting bigger. He has been studying for so many years, but he has never learned how to make a fire and barbecue.

Could it be that the boss is planning to rush up after school every day, carrying a plate, and knocking Mr. Bian on the wall: "Oh, man, this is the barbecue I prepared for you."

While Secretary Li was working hard to light the fire, Ying Zaizhou saw Bian Yunluo and his son walking out of the school, and immediately made a puzzled voice: "Huh?"

Has Xiao O's business developed to deliver meals to schools?No wonder he waited for a long time and didn't see anyone.

Seeing that the two were about to leave again, Ying Zaizhou didn't have time to think about it, so he rushed forward in three steps at a time. He finally learned of Xiao O's name from the police yesterday: "Bian Yunluo!"

"Look at the new stroller I bought for you!" This is a gift that should be decided after thinking about it after going back to the state.

Bian Yunluo who was stopped was not as happy as Ying Zai Zhou. He protected Mian Mian and met Shang Ying Zai Zhou's eyes: "Sir, I don't know you."

"Please don't pester me anymore." Bian Yunluo took a step forward, his eyes seemed to be filled with ice, "Isn't the lesson from yesterday not enough?"

The students around were all in the third year of high school, even if they were not Bian Yunluo's students, they had heard of this teacher.

They all pricked up their ears, looking at this side secretly.

For a while, the bustling streets seemed to be much quieter.

Ying Zaizhou sat on the Mazar, with his hands neatly placed on his knees.

In order to get out of the stall today, he deliberately changed into a more casual suit, and he felt aggrieved and helpless.

"But, I know..." Ying Zaizhou wanted to say that he knew Xiao O, but he immediately realized that he was not too domineering.

Swallowing back the words on the lips: "You're joking, there are still people who don't know me?"

Not only did they know each other, but they also had a child, why didn't Xiao O want to admit it?

"Pfft." There was suppressed laughter from among the students.

Originally, these two people were already out of place in the food stall, but now they said this again.

It is inevitable that people will wonder if Ying Zaizhou has some brain problems.

Secretary Li stood behind with a look of lovelessness on his face.

Help, can he leave Boss Ying here and run away with the car on his shoulders.

Holding Bian Yunluo's hand, Mianmian looked curiously at Ying Zaizhou who was sitting on the booth, like a big dog that has lost its soul after being reprimanded by its owner: "Dad, is Mom a bad person?"

Yesterday, my father said that anyone who encounters a bad person should call the police, but it seems that my father called the police to arrest my mother.

Bian Yunluo was choked by the little nephew and couldn't speak, his lips moved slightly: "He is not your mother."

"Ah? Oh." Mianmian did not refute Bian Yunluo's words, but only looked at Ying Zaizhou sympathetically.

Dad didn't tell him he would understand. Dad and mother must have a relationship problem.

Divorced, that's why.

The children in the nursery class told him that some parents are like this.

But my father is very gentle, it must be my mother who made a mistake, if I apologize earlier.

Dad will be reconciled with Mom.

Bian Yunluo's expression became more and more repulsive.

Unexpectedly, calling the police seemed to be easy for this person.

With such a great influence, why did he still struggle to get close to him?

It's not an option to entangle like this.

"Let's talk?" This is obviously not a place to talk, Bian Yunluo doesn't want to hear his name from Mr. Wang's mouth tomorrow.

Seeing that Bian Yunluo's words were a little loose, Ying Zaizhou immediately jumped up from the pony.

I even forgot to correct the child just now that he is the father: "I booked a restaurant, let's go eat and chat?"

Several people got into the car, and the brand new cart was left behind at the school gate.

Bian Yunluo sat in the back seat with Mianmian.

Ying Zaizhou, who helped them pull the door and padded the door frame, looked at the co-pilot, and secretly looked at the back seat.

In the end, he still had the cheek to squeeze into the back seat, and was sandwiched between the two of them.

Secretary Li saw the expressions of the two from the rearview mirror.

There was no emotion in Bian Yunluo's dark gray eyes, and the corners of his mouth were tense. He looked neither sad nor happy, which only made people feel extremely indifferent.

But Ying Zaizhou couldn't control the corners of his mouth at all, it almost reached the ears, and his whole body exuded a happy atmosphere.

How does Secretary Li feel that Mr. Ying's performance is not as simple as taking care of him.

This situation is referred to as, planted.

The scenery outside the window quickly passed by, and Ying Zaizhou inadvertently caught a glimpse of himself in the side-view mirror.

The moment he looked away, he turned his gaze back.

Which idiot laughed like this?

Although Bian Yunluo looked ahead, he was always alert to Ying Zaizhou's actions from the corner of his eye.

The man raised his hand suddenly, and his arm that was holding Mianmian also tightened suddenly.

However, Ying Zaizhou just stretched out his hand to hold the corner of his mouth, and moved it down.

It looks silly.

Bian Yunluo couldn't see what the other party was doing, nor was he interested.

Soon the restaurant arrived. After Secretary Li opened the door for Ying Zaizhou, Mr. Ying stood in the car door and watched him.

There is no next move, nor does it mean to let the big and small inside come down.

Ying Zaizhou stared at Secretary Li, thinking that it was written in his eyes, this is none of your business, let's go now.

It's a pity that Secretary Li didn't understand at all.

Ying Zaizhou's eyes were sore, and finally he couldn't help but said, "Go back."

What are you doing with our family of three eating?

Can this secretary do it?

His secretary in the book knows what to do with just one look.

Why can't Secretary Li see that his eyes are three points cold, three points sneering and four points careless?