The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

Chanyuanhui, who is only three years old now, is already a frequent visitor in the office.

As an ordinary office worker, Risui lives for the expenses of the family. After recovering from the "illness", she felt much better and started to work again non-stop. Moreover, there has never been any "women get married and have children". , a similar idea of ​​'should stay home and be a housewife'.

Rather, no matter what Riho does, he will be the first to agree and support it, without any objection.

Only occasionally, when Riho is too busy with work, or when he comes home late from overtime, some dangerous thoughts can't help popping up in his mind—such as quietly killing the boss of Riho's company.

Of course, he is just thinking about it. After all, even he himself sometimes travels on business or returns late due to the work of the firm, but without exception, no matter how busy the two are, they will set aside two In the free time of the day, I will accompany the young Xiaohui completely.

Especially Shir, if the business trip is close to the weekend, he will quickly compress the task that originally took three days into one day, and then rush home without stopping—even though Rather than being with Xiaohui, he thought more about spending more time with his wife during the holidays.

However, during the weekdays from Monday to Friday, due to the nature of the mantra and the nature of the mantra and the work tasks, there will always be one or two days, two or three days. No one can take care of Xiaohui's situation. Xiaohui has not yet reached the age of kindergarten, but if she is sent to the nursery school, Riho is worried that Xiaohui, who is too young, will be bullied because of it.

"Originally Xiaohui has always been a little introverted, and she doesn't like to talk much at ordinary times. Since I got sick, the situation seems to have become a little more serious." One weekend, Riho held Xiaohui in his arms and chatted with Zhenwang. In the kitchen, Shier was washing the plates and chopsticks left over from today's dinner - every weekend, the three of them often get together to eat.

"There are so many children in the nursery, and Xiaohui is so young. Although I know that I am a little worried, I am still afraid. Even if Xiaohui is bullied there, she will not tell me and Shier when I go home." Said, Risui He sighed helplessly, "Perhaps after a serious illness, even people have become cautious."

In the kitchen, Shi Er, who was washing dishes leisurely, had excellent hearing, paused for a moment when he heard this, and looked back at the little boy who was nestling in Risui's arms, and couldn't help but smile with the corner of his scarred mouth , There was still a bit of disdain between his eyebrows and eyes.

He didn't think that ordinary children could bully his little ones casually, Shi Er thought silently in his heart, but he didn't intend to refute Riho's worry, turned around and continued to wash the dishes.

"Well, Sister Risui, your worry is not unreasonable." Zhenwang nodded and agreed, although she also felt in her heart that Xiaohui, who seemed restrained on the outside, could not be easily bullied. , as long as Mr. Shi Er goes to the nursery, I believe that no matter whether it is men, women, old or young, they will be shocked by the other party's muscular figure and black panther-like intimidating aura. I can't think about it, I want to bully Yi Er.

However, the relationship between children is indeed not completely certain.

Thinking of this, Zhenwang suggested to Riho, "Miss Riho, if you don't worry, you can let Xiaohui leave him in the office before going to kindergarten, when you and Shier-kun have no time to take care of him. I'll take care of him."

"When you were sick before, Xiaohui was always taken care of by me, and I am quite familiar with me. The office also has a special rest room, so you don't have to worry about him being disturbed. You can also come to the office to pick him up directly after you finish work. Or it would be very convenient for Mr. Shier to take him home directly, what do you think?"

"But this...would it be too much trouble for you?" Riho hesitated, "After all, you are busy with work..."

"It's okay, you don't have to worry," Zhenwang said with a smile, "My job was originally to deal with the documents and documents of the office, and some docking work. Now there are a lot of people in the office, and my work has been divided. Go out less, so right now, I only need to teach the newcomers occasionally, and I will be in charge of the overall direction, and I won’t be very busy.”

"Sometimes I even feel that there is too much time and nothing to do." Zhenwang deliberately joked.

"Isn't this great?" Riho's eyes lit up, with some pure envy, as if something good had happened to him, and he also said sincerely for Zhenwang, "Before, you were so busy every day. At night, I was worried that you would be exhausted, but now I can finally relax."

"Yeah," maybe Riho's smile was too contagious, so Mamochi also smiled unconsciously, nodded and said, "So you can rest assured that Xiaohui will be handed over to me. When Xiaohui is a little older, she can go to kindergarten Now, you don't need to worry."

"Then... from now on, Xiaohui will leave you alone," Riho glanced at Xiaohui who was drowsy in his arms, with a gentle smile on his brows and eyes, and asked softly, "Xiaohui, mother and father When you are working, you can stay with Aunt Zhenwang, okay?"

"Okay..." At that time, Xiaohui, who was not yet three years old, barely opened her sleepy eyes, and responded vaguely to Riho's words with a non-standard pronunciation. Voice, softly said, "Then mom, remember to pick me up... go home."

"Of course I will remember." Riho, who was so cute when his son didn't wake up, couldn't help rubbing his cheek against Xiaohui's soft, pink and tender face, and said with a light smile, "My Xiaohui is so obedient. I might forget to take it home."

"Tch," Shi'er, who was still tidying up the kitchen, let out a sneer from his nose when he heard the conversation between the mother and son in the living room, and muttered in a low voice, "You brat who can only act like a baby."

But that being said, there was a softness in his eyes that didn't match his tone at all.

After finalizing Xiao Huinian's place before kindergarten, there are always two or three days a week on weekdays when Xiao Hui will stay in the office's lounge and be taken care of by Zhenwang. After knowing this, Hiroki is worried that Xiao Hui is too I was bored, so I made some educational and interesting video games for young children, and played with Xiaohui when I was free.

"Speaking of which, I wanted to ask before." Looking at Xiaohui, who was playing the game seriously and attentively after a simple understanding of the operation, Hiroki smiled and turned his eyes to Mamoko next to him. He whispered, "The safety lock on Xiaohui's neck must have been made by Naoya."

"Well, I gave it together when Master Naoya visited Sister Risui last time," Zhenwang nodded, brushing the pendant by his ear lightly with his fingertips, and recalled with lowered eyes, "Your bracelet, my current earring, It was that time..."

"...At that time, I was busy with the work in hand, so I didn't have time to take a look at it," Hiroki glanced at the black rope woven into a knot on his wrist, and there was a white round jade pendant tied on it, but The size of a small fingernail.

Afterwards, he closed his eyes, a few shallow ditches bulged between his brows, and finally couldn't help asking, "Miss Zhenwang, Naozai... When will he return to the office?"

Zhenwang didn't answer, and Hiroki didn't expect a definite answer.

Naturally, Naoya didn't know about all this, and right now, he was looking at the black-haired child who seemed to be woken up by him, a little confused.

Since when was there a child in the office?

"Naoya, what's the matter with you, you're blocking the door and don't go in." Gojo Satoru behind him couldn't bear it, and took advantage of his height to look into the lounge, "Oh, Xiaohui is here today."

"Xiaohui?" Naoya instantly grasped the key words, looked at Gojo Satoru in surprise, pointed at the child in the room and asked, "Is he Xiaohui?!"

"Otherwise," Gojo Satoru gave Naoya a strange look, "do you think there are more Xiaohui? You haven't noticed that his eyes and eyebrows are almost exactly the same as that bastard Shier, and, well, you Take a look at the security lock hanging around his neck, it was given to him by you back then."

"It turns out that Xiaohui is so big..." Indeed, after seeing the safety lock carved by himself on the child's neck, Naozai came back to his senses for a while, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional in his heart. The corners of the eyes on his face The eyebrows were also dyed with a little memory-like color, "I remember the last time I saw him in the hospital, he was less than one year old, and he was in a small ball, like a milk ball."

"I'm three years old now, of course I've grown up a lot," Gojo Satoru snorted nonchalantly, looked at Xiaohui in the room, raised his chin, and asked with a smile, "How about Xiaohui, do you still remember me?" Who is it?"

"...Uncle Wu?" Xiaohui tilted her head, then remembered something, wrinkled her face, covered her mouth with her hands and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to eat your candy anymore, My mother said that if you eat something too sweet, your teeth will break."

Naoya: "..."

Gojo Satoru: "..."

"Gojo Satoru," a rare Naoya called Gojo Satoru's full name once, and clenched his fists, with veins sprouting on his forehead, like the calm before the storm, and said coldly, "Give those sweets to you It's fine for the classmates to eat, how can you coax Xiaohui to eat it on purpose!" After speaking, he punched Gojo Wu with his fist.

"I just thought he was too pitiful for a child, so I gave him some candy to eat," Gojo Satoru quickly avoided Naoya's full blow, and hurriedly explained to himself, "And I gave it just once!"

"Really only once?" Naoya asked suspiciously, his raised fist barely stopped in front of Gojo Satoru, and asked, "Are you sure you didn't lie to me?"

"Of course not!" Gojo Satoru begged for mercy with a smile on his face, while tightly wrapping Naoya's fist with both hands, slowly moved it down, and raised a finger by the way, "It's really only once .”

"You still know the seriousness," Naoya rolled his eyes, "Don't let Xiaohui be like you, with a tooth decay at a young age."

"Yes, you're not angry anymore?" Gojo Satoru grinned, but his hands were still holding Naoya's fist, and there was no sign of introspection on his expression.

"...Okay, let go, don't be angry anymore." Then he noticed Naoya whose hand was still tightly held by the other party, paused, suppressed all the thoughts in his heart, pulled out his hand, and turned to look at Xiang Xiaohui smiled warmly, "Xiaohui, do you still remember me?"

"Who... are you?" Xiaohui slowly put down her hand, and after thinking about it, her frowning eyebrows did not relax much, like a little adult, but her voice was extremely immature, revealing instantly Looking at his real age, "I don't seem to know you..."

"I'm your father's younger brother, that is, your uncle," after finishing speaking, he was still worried that the other party would not believe him, so he took out his phone and found a photo taken a long time ago - that was when he was in Tokyo on New Year's Eve. Er Zhen looked at them, took a group photo in front of the dining table, walked up to Xiao Hui, and handed it over, "Look, is this Mom and Dad?"

"Well...it's mom and dad," Xiaohui nodded solemnly after seeing the photo clearly, raised her head to look at Naoya again, and asked softly, "So, are you really , is my uncle?"

"Yes," Naoya nodded with a smile, and pointed to the safety lock that slipped out from Xiao Hui's collar, "This safety lock is my first birthday present for you, do you like it?"

"I like it," Xiaohui lowered her furry head, and the tip of her raised hair swayed slightly, but his little face was stained with distress, "but, I don't remember..."

"It's okay, as long as you like it." Looking at the well-behaved Xiaohui in front of him, Naoya's heart softened, and he didn't want the child to worry about these trivial things, so he diverted his attention, "By the way, I want to ask, do you like Xiaohui?" Rabbit?"

Gojo Satoru at the side paused slightly when he heard it, as if he understood something, he crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows.

"Little rabbit?" Xiaohui thought for a while, he had seen it in the game Hongshu gave him, with long ears, white and soft fur, very cute, Dang even nodded, and affirmed, "I like it. "

"Then I'll give you a little rabbit, okay?" Naoya asked with his eyebrows bent, and he habitually made a hand shadow that looked like a rabbit, and said softly, "Take off the rabbit——"