Ordinary but not simple

In the afternoon, Gu Ke was working in the bar. The gray store was full of customers who came to have fun, drinking, chatting, smoking, playing cards, playing plugs, there were men and women matching, there were men and men matching, in groups Playing, day and night, when the resident singer sang dynamic rock songs, people came to the dance floor immediately, twisted their postures, and the atmosphere heated up instantly.

"I want three dozen beers in that box," a waiter in the bar came over with a written list.

"Okay, I'll send it right away," Gu Ke walked into the storage room and took out three dozen beers.

"Gu Ke," the bar owner saw him working so hard, "You deliver water during the day and come to work at my place at night, can you really bear it?"

"Okay," Gu Ke held three dozen beers in his arms, "I'm going to deliver the beer." He was walking to the order box.

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After being a servant for a whole day, Song Wenxi never imagined that when she went out today, she would play until late at night and then come home, and her son, a rascal, came and asked the little brother whom she met for the first time to give him a bath. How embarrassing, as a father, I have been persuading me for a long time, "Why don't dad clean you up for nothing, and let brother Xiaojiang tell you a bedtime story?"

"Hmm..." Song Qinuo was not happy.

"If you procrastinate any longer, Dad will send Brother Xiao Jiang home first, and then come back to give you a bath," Song Wenxi gave him a choice.

Song Qinuo knew that his father was serious, so he couldn't be willful any more. He looked at his future mother, "Brother Xiaojiang, don't leave."

Liao Xiaojiang couldn't resist his cuteness, "Okay."

Song Wenxi picked up her son, "I'll go take a bath for Xiao Nuo first, please wait for me in the living room."

"Well, okay," Liao Xiaojiang was of course happy to wait for them to come out in the living room, because he had so much fun today.

In order not to let the other party wait too long in the living room, Song Wenxi immediately went to her son's room, picked up some clean clothes of her son, and then turned to go to the bathroom to clean up this little troublemaker.

Liao Xiaojiang was alone in the living room and did not sit on the sofa, because this strange environment made people who wanted to blend into his world ready to move, "Wow, rich people." The living room is so big, and the furniture is still the same The black and white mix and match colors are stylish and elegant, and the kitchen is so big and has everything you need, except for the room where they sleep. "What to do, I'm starting to get nervous again."

About 20 minutes later, Song Qinuo's voice appeared again, "Brother Xiao Jiang!"

As soon as Liao Xiaojiang heard it, he turned his head immediately, "I'm here," seeing him running over, "Slow down," squatted down, and hugged him, "It's fragrant."

"It's still hot!" Song Qinuo cheekily kissed Liao Xiaojiang's face again.

Song Wenxi felt jealous from the bottom of her heart when she saw her son so close to someone she just met, "Okay, let's go to the bedroom and tell a bedtime story."

Song Qinuo excitedly took Liao Xiaojiang's hand and went to the bedroom, "Let's go!"

When Liao Xiaojiang pushed open the door of Song Qinuo's bedroom, the nest was full of father's love for his son, because it was full of children's favorite toys and dreamy colorful walls, "Xiao Nuo's room is very beautiful." The bed is an animation character bed frame that children like, covered with ultra-Q sheets, and a bunch of fur dolls are stationed around, like a doll factory.

"Well," Song Qinuo jumped onto the bed, "Come on, come on," patting himself on the side of the bed.

When Liao Xiaojiang came here for the first time, he was so impolite. He saw a small bench next to him, "I'll just sit next to it." Picking up the stool, "Where is Xiao Nuo's fairy tale book?"

"Here!" Song Qinuo took out a fairy tale book that he hadn't read for a long time from the drawer, and handed it to him, "I want to hear the story of Cinderella."

"Okay." Liao Xiaojiang got the fairy tale book and started to read it to him.

It's really hypocritical, Song Wenxi stood at the door and watched what happened in the house, and if she admired her son's acting skills, she could win an Oscar.

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Qiu Chenyu took a hot shower and came out. He didn't see Liang Hanwen enter the bedroom. He wiped his wet hair and went to the study. He saw Liang Hanwen still writing his novel with his laptop.To be honest, it's not that Qiu Chenyu can't understand this kind of art workers, but sometimes, this kind of inspiration work has to be done at night, so it will be more and more overwhelming. Staying up late is not good for your health, so Qiu Chenyu will inevitably feel distressed.

"It's time to sleep," Qiu Chenyu came to him, stroking his strong arm that he was too busy to take care of himself.

Liang Hanwen was overjoyed, "I'll write later, you sleep first."

"You don't want the material anymore?" Qiu Chenyu hinted that he wanted to show off his thin white legs.

"We've been husband and wife for more than ten years, so there's still not enough material?" Liang Hanwen gave him a palm on his thigh indifferently, "Hey, go to bed first." It feels great to the touch.

Qiu Chenyu couldn't seduce him, so he acted like a baby, "I can't sleep well without you here."

"Three 10 minutes," Liang Hanwen kept typing on the keyboard with his unstoppable fingers, "Don't make trouble."

He said 30 minutes, Qiu Chenyu knew it would be 30 minutes, "Hurry up." She bowed her head and kissed him on the cheek, then reluctantly left.

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Song Qinuo was asleep, so Song Wenxi could take Liao Xiaojiang out of the house, pick up the car and send Liao Xiaojiang back to Liao Xiaojiang's dormitory, Song Wenxi didn't say that she wanted to come in and have a look, and Liao Xiaojiang was too embarrassed to invite Song Wenxi to his dormitory as a guest, after all, Song Wenxi lived in The place I live in is a private villa, which is tall and has everything you need. As soon as you open the door, you can see the small place where you live.

"Thank you today," Song Wenxi knew that her son was too noisy today, and he was tired, "Xiao Nuo, he had a great time," seeing him looking at himself expressionlessly, "Me too, very happy," looking at him again , he still has the same expression as before, "Are you... happy?" Did I do something wrong?

He is an elegant gentleman, Liao Xiaojiang knew, "Well," although it was just a literal meaning, but ouch, I'm so shy.

Song Wenxi didn't know what to say to him, turned around and opened the car door, took out a plastic bag from inside, and handed it to him, "This is today's gift," watching him take it, "I made it," holding it in his hand Li, "It's late, you go into the room."

"Okay," Liao Xiaojiang went out to be with them today, but couldn't say anything to him, "Then I'll go back first." I want to talk to him more, but I don't know what to say.

"Well," Song Wenxi stood where he was, watched him turn around, opened the door and entered the room, and sighed, "My child is really troublesome." It was so late to let him go home, "It's all my fault," Pete said. The child is so spoiled, "Tomorrow I have to talk about him." After self-examination, he turned and got in the car.

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When Liao Xiaojiang returned to the dormitory, he immediately ran to the window where he could see the movement outside, opened the corner of the curtain, and peeped to see if Song Wenxi was still at the door of his house. As a result, Song Wenxi was not only at the door of her house, but also looked at it for a long time before leaving. This made Liao Xiaojiang more confident, sitting by the bed with peace of mind, and excitedly opened the gift from Song Wenxi.

It was a box of love ice cream that Liao Xiaojiang had never seen before. It was watermelon-flavored. "Did he make it himself?" Such an excellent man said, "Xiao Jiang, you must work hard."

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