Xueba looks at me with more loving eyes

"Brother Wen Mian!" The child's voice sounded like thunder on the ground, Wen Mian opened his eyes, and removed the towel covering them.

The light bulb was shining brightly.

Today is Friday, and tomorrow is a holiday. Wen Mian took Gu Xiaoyuan home after playing golf at night. Considering that it was a rest day, he planned to finish cooking by himself. When the dishes were cooked, he lay down on the sofa because he was a little tired Putting on a towel, I didn't expect to fall asleep.

"Huh?" Wen Mian was so sleepy that his eyelids were twitching up and down, and his voice had a strong nasal sound.

"Kitchen, kitchen!" Gu Xiaoyuan was like a monkey jumping up and down.

Thinking of this metaphor, Wen Mian was amused.

He smirked for two seconds, and Gu Xiaoyuan jumped even harder: "Brother, chicken wings! Chicken wings!"

"What chicken wings..." Wen Mian stood up abruptly, then rushed into the kitchen without any slippers on.

His cola chicken wings! !

Gu Xiaoyuan stayed where he was, and sighed like an adult.

Hey.

Brother Wen Mian is so reckless, like a monkey, it's not good.

What can I do without him in the future?

Wen Mian quickly turned off the fire and opened the lid, his heart was shaking.

It's over.

He took a shovel and stir-fried it twice, and found that it was okay, not as scary as he imagined. Wen Mian heaved a sigh of relief, took out the chicken wings, and fried two more dishes.

"I'll help!" The child who had been waiting at the door shouted immediately.

Wen Mian handed a bowl of rice to him, and Gu Xiaoyuan carefully placed it on the dining table with a solemn expression, as if holding some national treasure.

He ran back again, Wen Mian handed him another bowl of rice, and when Gu Xiaoyuan put the second bowl of rice on the dining table, Wen Mian had already finished all the dishes.

"Actually, the food in the canteen is quite delicious." Gu Xiaoyuan sat opposite Wen Mian, holding chopsticks in his hand.

Why does Wen Mian sound so strange: "Are you saying that my cooking is unpalatable?"

"No!" Gu Xiaoyuan immediately denied it loudly.

"Then you can eat yours, just make a meal once in a while, you won't be tired, and you haven't been tired from playing basketball." Wen Mian picked up a chopstick for him to eat.

The food in the cafeteria was too oily and salty, Wen Mian felt that it was not very good, but there was nothing he could do, as it was rare to have some time to cook something delicious.

Gu Xiaoyuan's little thoughts were immediately exposed, and he buried his face in the rice bowl.

"Oh, you are so cute now, grown up..." Wen Mian paused, "What do you think you will be like when you grow up?" Wen Mian asked him intentionally.

Children are always full of fantasies about "growing up", and Gu Xiaoyuan is no exception. He sat upright all of a sudden, his face flushed, and began to tell Wen Mian about his imagination about "growing up".

"I was tall back then!"

Wen Mian: "..." Why are you so obsessed with stature.

"And then he is good at playing basketball." Gu Xiaoyuan piled up all the things he likes recently.

"What about studying?" Wen Mian propped her chin.

"Then it must be a good study, after all, brother Wen Mian's grades are so good!" Gu Xiaoyuan was confident.

Wen Mian: "..." Could it be that the kid didn't like him one day, and his butt was itchy.

"What about your personality?" Wen Mian continued to ask.

"He's a good boy, very cheerful and lively." Gu Xiaoyuan tried his best to say all the compliments he knew.

Wen Mian was stumbling around with a smile, and the cheerful and lively good boy Gu Zhiyuan almost died laughing when he entered it.

Gu Xiaoyuan pouted his mouth, he didn't know what Wen Mian was laughing at.

"Well, brother will definitely try his best to train you into such a person." Wen Mian nodded and swore to Gu Xiaoyuan.

He does the same now.

Before going to bed, Wen Mian suddenly wanted to tell Gu Xiaoyuan a bedtime story.

The two of them are more casual recently, sometimes they sleep together and sometimes they sleep separately, it all depends on Gu Xiaoyuan's mood.

We slept together today.

Wen Mian bought a lot of children's books for Gu Xiaoyuan, but Gu Xiaoyuan insisted on reading books only for grown-ups, immature children always try to mature.

Wen Mian didn't hit him, he picked up a famous book and started to read it slowly.

Gu Xiaoyuan was lying beside him, his eyes were wide open, he couldn't speak, he couldn't understand anything, he must become a mature adult sooner.

Gu Xiaoyuan listened very hard for 10 minutes. After 10 minutes, he found that Wen Mian was silent.

Gu Xiaoyuan carefully moved the book in front of Wen Mian, and what came into view was Wen Mian's closed eyes face.

Fell asleep.

Brother Wen Mian seems to be like this all the time. He promised to coax him to sleep, but in reality, he always falls asleep faster than him.

Gu Xiaoyuan had no choice but to sigh. He stood up from the bed, took the book away, put it on the table, returned to the bed, pulled the quilt back with his short hands, and adjusted Wenmian's sleeping position. Lying beside Wen Mian, she closed her eyes.

It seems that studying and playing basketball is still very tiring.

They were supposed to play basketball together on Saturday, but Jiang Lin said that everyone was tired from learning to play every day. Today they trained all day, but tomorrow they were not in good shape. So today they are free to play. Anyway, tomorrow the opponent is not strong.

Wen Mian took this opportunity to take care of the child at home, and by the way, tried to control the grown-up child remotely.

Time is quiet and good: what are you doing, are you up?

Gu Zhiyuan picked up the phone, looked at the WeChat message sent by the person whose painting style resembled the parents of the previous generation on the screen, and fell into confusion for a while.

Wen Mian asked him to add WeChat at school. It happened to be after lunch and before lunch, Wen Mian saw him take out his mobile phone, so she gave him a push: "Add a WeChat."

Wen Mian handed over the mobile phone's WeChat QR code.

Gu Zhiyuan wanted to say no, but Wen Mian saw that his movements were too slow, so he simply leaned on his body, stretched out his hand, and added himself.

Wen Mian's speed was too fast, his movements were too natural, and the natural height difference caused his head to come over and hit his chin, scratching it, and the scent of Wen Mian's body filled his nostrils.

More precisely, it should be called the smell of milk. I don’t know if Wenmian drank too much milk recently. He always has a sweet and greasy milk smell on his body. Experienced classmates say it’s the smell of pheromones.

"What pheromone, is it a signal that I want to grow taller?" When Wen Mian said this, all the students who heard it showed malicious smiles.

Gu Zhiyuan listened to this stuff intermittently, did Wen Mian travel from the Stone Age, until he saw Wen Mian's WeChat name and profile picture.

...Maybe it was time travel from the Bronze Age.

After Gu Zhiyuan got his phone back, he originally wanted to delete it, but for some reason, he finally kept it.

... I knew I would have to delete it.

Gu Zhiyuan looked at the chat box and was about to delete someone when Wen Mian sent another message.

Time is quiet and good: You don't want to delete me, do you?

After being overwhelmed, Gu Zhiyuan didn't want to delete it.

The years are quiet and good: the monthly exam will be in two weeks, will you fill in the paper carefully this time?

Gu Zhiyuan gripped the phone tightly, and finally let it go.

Wen Mian waited for a while, but did not get a reply, he turned his head and asked Gu Xiaoyuan who was trying to peel potatoes: "Xiao Yuan, if you take the test, you need to fill in the answer, if you can, will you write it?

The big one ignored him, so he could only find the small one.

Gu Xiaoyuan, who was peeling potatoes with his face, raised his head inexplicably: "Of course I will write the answer!"

"Then under what circumstances would you not write?" Wen Mian continued to ask.

The child held potatoes in one hand and a small tool for peeling potatoes in the other, thinking hard: "That's not possible."

"Yes?"

"If you can, why don't you write it!" Gu Xiaoyuan was puzzled.

In his eyes, getting good grades is a very important thing.

"So you really don't know how, have you really become an idiot?" Wen Mian watched the chat box that had no length at all.

"I'm not an idiot!" Gu Xiaoyuan stopped peeling potatoes, he clarified for himself.

"I didn't say you are a fool, I said you will be a fool when you grow up." Wen Mian explained to the child.

"Oh." Gu Xiaoyuan squatted down to peel potatoes again, after peeling for a while, he stood up again: "That doesn't mean I'm an idiot!"

Wen Mian died laughing.

Gu Xiaoyuan put down the potatoes and tools, and he was about to come over and talk to Wen Mian, but after running two steps, he found that his hands hadn't been wiped, so he hurried back to the kitchen, washed his hands, and ran out again.

After he ran out, he found that his hands were wet again, so he ran to the dining table, took a paper towel, wiped his hands dry, finished the preliminary work, quickly picked up his anger again, and rushed towards Wen Mian angrily .

"Xiao Yuanzai, there is still a piece of potato peel on your clothes." Wen Mian lazily pointed with her finger.

Gu Xiaoyuan:!

Gu Xiaoyuan turned around and ran back to the kitchen, put the potato skins into the trash can, but the hands that touched the potato skins were dirty again.

He had no choice but to wash and wipe his hands again, and after he finished all this, Wen Mian had collapsed on the sofa and couldn't get up from laughing.

Gu Xiaoyuan took off his little slippers, and after taking off, he checked that there was nothing dirty on his body, and after making sure, the child threw himself on Wen Mian: "Bad brother!"

"Good brother." Wen Mian touched the child's head, pressed his head directly, and kissed him hard.

Gu Xiaoyuan was like a drowning puppy, paddling with both legs and feet together, he couldn't fight Wen Mian's strength, and finally lay on Wen Mian's body to pant.

"Yuan Yuan Zai." Wen Mian poked the child's soft face.

Gu Xiaoyuan didn't speak.

"What do your parents do?" Wen Mian asked him.

He was always afraid that Gu Xiaoyuan would be sad when he thought of his parents, so he never raised this issue. Now, for the sake of Da Yuanzi, he decided to fight.

Unexpectedly, Gu Xiaoyuan was not sad, because when he was in the nursery, many brothers and sisters asked him this question, and he had already answered it several times.

It was a bit sad at first, but after many times, he became faintly proud again.

"My father is a big boss, and my mother is a very good mother." Gu Xiaoyuan tried his best to tell Wen Mian his understanding.

Wen Mian thought that he and Gu Zhiyuan had been invited as parents. He remembered that Gu Zhiyuan's mother was the one who came to Gu Zhiyuan's house.

oops.

Wen Mian took another look at the WeChat chat page, and then at Gu Xiaoyuan who was looking at him with his eyes open.

Wen Mian rubbed the child's head viciously, making him howl.

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The author has something to say:

Wen Mian: It's really not easy for me.

感谢在2021-03-2821:43:05~2021-03-2921:49:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!