I have time

Chen Xing stopped his footsteps and almost pushed his boss Yan to turn around and escape. The little pink bomb/bomb was close at hand in a blink of an eye, and crashed into Yan Yu's arms with a bang.

The nimble Assistant Chen, who was born in the army, had nothing to do in the face of this blunt attack, so he could only slightly back the wheelchair half a circle, hoping to relieve the impact on Mr. Rib lit a candle.

Yan Yu just raised his breath and was hit by his chest. He couldn't help coughing twice, and helplessly raised the corners of his mouth, and patted the disheveled little head on his body, "Miaomiao, it's very nice to see you." Happy."

The one-meter-tall little man seemed to have been greatly encouraged. He tossed off his messy long hair, climbed onto Yan Yu's body on all fours, and tightly wrapped his small arms around his neck. , "Beautiful Uncle, Miaomiao misses you so much, I haven't seen you for 103 days, today is the 104th day... But don't count today, I am very happy to see you too."

The little girl actually counted the days for him, and with the confession of the emotional grandma Tongyin just now, Yan Yu couldn't help laughing, "Miaomiao is already so good, can she even use three digits?"

"Of course, I also finished learning the dotted notes. The teacher in the ballet class praised me for doing the most standard Battementtendu. I will show you later!"

"Okay, then...why didn't you comb your hair? Did you just get up?" Yan Yu raised his hand and touched the top of her head twice, not knowing whether Liu Hai should face left or right.

The little girl pursed her lips, a little aggrieved, "Isn't it good-looking? Teacher Su in our kindergarten would take off her braids and comb her hair like this after get off work every day before going to the school gate to meet her boyfriend..."

Feeling the pressure, Chen Xing, whose load had increased by more than thirty catties, suddenly stumbled and almost knelt down.

Little Princess Miaomiao was a little dissatisfied with his work status, she turned her head and looked over, "Uncle, are you eavesdropping on our conversation?"

Chen Xingran, looking up at the gray cloud-covered sky, pretended to be deaf, and at the same time pushed one big and one small up the slope at the door with all his strength.

"Grandpa, grandma, mom, the beautiful uncle is here—"

Ever since Miaomiao saw Yan Yu for the first time when she was three and a half years old, she began to call him "beautiful uncle". Wuji yelled back and forth, but he got used to it.

Then, when the little girl was more than four years old, she attended a wedding with her mother. She was quite inspired. Since then, she has determined to grow up to be a wife for her beautiful uncle, which ruthlessly broke the hearts of several children in the kindergarten.

Jiang Qiao came up to her with a gentle smile, pretended to give her daughter an angry look, "You are too heavy, hurry down, don't pester uncle!"

"Uncle Jiang, Sister Jiang Qiao—" Yan Yu greeted the Jiang family with a smile.Their relationship with each other is not very warm, but they are also polite and harmonious when they meet.

"Did I hurt you?" Miao Miao reluctantly rubbed Yan Yu's knee, "I'm sorry."

"No, even if you grow up a bit, your uncle will be able to hug you."

Yan Yu raised his eyes and looked towards the living room, Zhuang Meichan was sitting on the sofa, with one foot wrapped around an ankle support on the wooden stool.

"Miaomiao, let's go upstairs to practice the piano. Little uncle wants to talk to grandpa and grandma." Jiang Qiao came over to hold his daughter's hand.

Reluctantly, the little girl lay on Yan Yu's lap again, and looked up at him, "Beautiful uncle, where is my little Barabara magic carpet?"

Yan Yu was a little embarrassed, the little balabala magic carpet was dismantled by a big devil, and he had to take the blame.

"I'm sorry, Miaomiao, the blanket was already wrapped, but it was very cold the past two days, so uncle took it out and covered it without asking your permission. If you mind, uncle will buy you a new one."

"I don't mind!" Miao Miao responded very straightforwardly, "I want the one you overwhelmed. If you are cold, I can lend it to you. When I grow up, I will be your wife. Why would I mind if you use it?" My blanket."

Yan Yu was dumbfounded by this "little wife".

The whole family laughed together, and even the nanny who brought out the tea almost burst out laughing, but the little girl remained serious, "Show me your mobile phone."

Yan Yu took out the phone, unlocked it and handed it to her. The little girl deftly opened the phone book, entered the dial number on her watch and clicked to call out, and then the screen displayed the note name of the number—Mrs. Yan.

Miaomiao seemed satisfied with the results of the spot check, and returned the phone to her future "husband", "Look, I know you haven't changed my name, and you can't change it in the future."

Boss Yan, who was steadfast at the negotiating table, was at a loss for words for a while, did he forget it?

"A pretty uncle won't marry a girl who can't even play the serenade. Let's go and practice the piano."

The little girl's sincerity was ruthlessly taken advantage of by her mother, who hoped that she would become a phoenix, so she went upstairs to type on the keyboard with high spirits.

"I heard from Cheng Cheng that Xiaoyu has been working hard in Huizhou for the past two months. How is it? How is your health? The northerners are not used to the climate there, so it's better to come back."

Jiang Yuren sat down next to Zhuang Meichan, and handed the tea bowl directly to her.

In terms of age, he is ten years older than Zhuang Meichan, and outsiders can tell that they are suitable for young and old, but Jiang Yuren is tall and straight, with handsome and kind eyebrows, and his gestures are full of refined bookishness, which is similar to that of greasy middle-aged and elderly facial expressions. The wind is very different, but no one thinks the relationship between the two is vulgar.

"It's not hard, I'm fine. Uncle Jiang has worked hard to take care of my mother. Sometimes she is not very obedient, which makes you worry."

Chen Xing stood on the side rubbing his hands, trying to find an opportunity to interject to say that Mr. Yan hadn't had breakfast yet, and he was clumsy with his tongue, choking himself to death with a word in his throat.

Jiang Yuren's eyes softly covered Zhuang Meichan's face, "I didn't take good care of where I was, and I came back with a moderate injury, which made you worry—well, but it's not very obedient, but it's a little bit! You You have to tell me about her, so she can recuperate at home."

Yan Yu's eyes fell on Zhuang Meichan's injured foot, "Have you checked carefully? Are you sure you didn't hurt any bones?"

Zhuang Meichan raised her hand and rubbed her calf, "I checked it. I checked it at the clinic in Switzerland that day. After you came back, Uncle Jiang went to the hospital overnight to take an X-ray. It was a sprain, and it was so horribly wrapped."

"It's safer to fix it so that you don't bump it accidentally." Jiang Yuren explained, "It's almost time to take your medicine. I'll pour you a glass of water instead of using tea to deliver medicine."

The injured Zhuang Meichan was obviously not in a good mood, the corners of her mouth drooped slightly, like a child arguing about opinions.

She is in her early fifties this year, but she has a good foundation and good maintenance. She looks very young. Some people believe that she is in her 40s or [-]s.

Yan Yu's face and skin look like his mother's, but his facial features look more like his father's. If others look at it and think that this son is so good-looking, it must be the credit of the beautiful mother. It's because they have never met Yan's father who died young. .

Jiang Yuren chatted with Yan Yu for a while, then found an excuse to avoid it, and gave the mother and son a space to talk alone.

"Does your foot still hurt now?" Yan Yu seemed not very relieved of his mother's injury.

"The pain is not too painful, it's just sour and swollen, which is a bit uncomfortable."

"Be patient for a few weeks and be careful. Where do you want to recuperate? Here or go home?"

Yan Yu has a habit of dealing with things by focusing on the key issues first. If his mother stays at Jiang's house, there is a nanny here to take care of him, so he doesn't need to worry too much; if she wants to go back to his house to recuperate, then he has to arrange someone In the past, I took good care of all kinds of daily life, food and clothing, and solved a bunch of problems in follow-up treatment and rehabilitation.

"If you want to go home, don't worry. I can use my hourly aunt for you. Please ask her to take care of you for a few weeks. If you go to review physical therapy or something, Chen Xing can also help."

Although Zhuang Meichan is now dating Jiang Yuren, they are not legally married after all, nothing more than a love between you and me.

Yan Yu provided her mother with a house alone, a third-bedroom house in a good location.

The owner of the house is Zhuang Meichan, and every month the loan is repaid directly from Yan Yu's account, so Zhuang Meichan doesn't need to depend on a man, she now has a reliable son, who can move in and out freely, very free and easy.

Zhuang Meichan frowned and hesitated, "Originally I wanted to go home to live, but you Uncle Jiang said he was worried and asked me to stay."

Yan Yu looked at her, so let's draw a conclusion.

"Then I'll live here first, and you can come and see me when you have time."

In fact, her injury was not serious, and she could walk around with just a cane. The doctor only told her to pay attention to rest, and did not prohibit her from going to the ground.

"I will." Yan Yu nodded, "I'll ask Chen Xing to bring over some things you might need later, if there's anything I didn't think of, just tell me."

"Xiaoyu——" Zhuang Meichan leaned forward and held her son's hand, her voice was very delicate and sensitive for a sick person, "Mom only now knows how inconvenient you have been for so many years."

Yan Yu was stunned for a moment, feeling a bit congested in his throat, and felt a tight pain in his chest, "No, don't think about it, I'm not inconvenient."

Just like human beings are born without wings, they don't think it's a pity that they can't fly. Yan Yu's words are not all lies to comfort him. He has been injured for more than ten years, and he can't remember the feeling of being down-to-earth. species.

Time has its own great power to turn things around, forcing you to adapt to everything.Yan Yu suddenly thought that maybe one day he would be able to accept the fact that Yi Chengfeng no longer regarded him as a friend and never wanted to see him again.

Yan Yu felt that his mother might really be getting old a little bit. Even though her well-maintained face could not find a few fine lines visible to the naked eye when viewed from such a close distance, such delicate and provocative lines were obviously not hers. style.

Zhuang Meichan would only say to him when he was most afraid: open your eyes and watch carefully, don't be cowardly, otherwise the current situation is not the worst!

"Aunt Zhuang, uncle—"

Wei Qiancheng came in from the outside, snowflakes fell on his shoulders, he took off his coat and handed it to the nanny, "It's snowing outside, Xiaoyu arrived so fast."

He hadn't been close to the Wei family since he was a child, but he was as comfortable at his uncle's house as he was at his own.

When Jiang Yuxiu followed Wei Lingtao for a while, he was raised in his aunt's house as an unnamed and unborn son. The deceased aunt was even more patient with him than Jiang Qiao.

Wei Qiancheng cared about Zhuang Meichan's injury, and chatted casually with the two elders for a while, and caught a glimpse of Yan Yu who was leaning against the window and holding a book, a little absent-minded.

When he was working, he wished he could stay in the company every day. He always wore a formal suit, no matter how uncomfortable he was, he never missed a button or a tie.Today is different, Yan Yu is dressed casually, with pure black trousers and a light gray pullover sweater, he is several years younger, clean as a freshman who just walked out of a university campus.

He leaned lazily on the window sill with his head tilted, his neck stretched out in a nice arc, his soft black hair fell on his fair side face, his eyes were half-opened looking out the window, but his eyes went far away without focus.

Jiang Yuren felt that Zhuang Meichan should not sit for a long time, so he helped her to rest in the bedroom.The two mixed oil with honey, which made Wei Qiancheng speechless.

As soon as they left, Wei Qiancheng walked behind Yan Yu and put his hand on his shoulder.

This time Yan Yu was probably unprepared, maybe he was too focused in a daze, and didn't pay attention to the movements of other people in the room at all, so the book in his hand clattered to the ground in shock.

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(Can only appear in small theaters) Yi Dafeng: (wiping tears from the corners of his eyes) Tell me, where did you go today?

Yan Xiaoyu: Today?I went to see my mother, what's the matter?

Yi Dafeng: (sobbing subduedly) You, you lied!You actually started making up stories to lie to me!

Yan Xiaoyu: (with a blank face) What?I want to lie to you and make up stories?When did your brain grow out?

Yi Dafeng: (takes out the suitcase and begins to pack) I tell you that I absolutely can't bear it, what do you think I am, Xiao Saner?I know, you went to see Mrs. Yan in the future, and the two of you are still hugging and hugging!

Yan Xiaoyu: Now that you said that, I remembered, where is that little tapestry?

Yi Dafeng: (Smiling triumphantly) I threw it away!

Yan Xiaoyu: After that, what should I cover when I feel cold?

Yi Dafeng: (takes out the luggage from the box again) Cover me!