Lin Jingzhe actually likes children, especially a white and fat child like Fang Zhuangzhuang from Fang Wenhao's family. He holds it as soft as a cotton cloud. A creature that can eat and sleep is simply the most beautiful gift given to mankind by the Creator.
Xiao Chi, on the contrary, hates all creatures that can attract Lin Jingzhe's attention.
As big as all the relatives and friends around Lin Jingzhe, as small as the cats and dogs that move by the side of the road, but if Lin Jingzhe showed interest, Xiao Chi didn't like it, and there was no reason.
Therefore, after living together for so many years, the two of them have always lived in a two-person world. In the old house in Dongtai Community where they have lived for many years, even friends with Hu Shaofeng's relationship cannot enter casually. Both of them are busy with work, and it is rare to have a chance to rest. Usually, they will travel together during long vacations of more than three days, and those less than three days—hee hee.
In short, they would rather stick to their homes and do nothing.
Xiao Chi has many hobbies, such as carving and painting. There is a small attic in their house, which is located on the spire above the third floor of the villa. The spire is very high and spacious, with windows, and when you push it open, you can see the sparkling water surface of Dongtai Lake, plus the weeping willow trees on the shore, the scenery is very beautiful.
Xiao Chi often hides in it and paints, painting lakes, trees, or Lin Jingzhe. However, his figures are not very good, and the graphics drawn by the paint are always a bit abstract. Fortunately, no matter how he painted it, the other owner of the family always gave him a positive evaluation—good-looking.
Lin Jingzhe, whose face is a little crooked and whose paintings are so bright that he laughs out a row of big teeth, is another portrait that has been praised for his good looks on the wall.
Lin Jingzhe stood a few steps away and looked closely, but his eyes were actually aimed at Xiao Chi. Xiao Chi will put on his apron whenever he enters the studio. The flax-colored apron is covered with dried-up paints, wrapping around his tall and strong body without any excess fat, which is indescribably beautiful. Xiao Chi's temperament is always sharp and profound, but it is different when he is doing his hobbies. As soon as he got up early in the morning, Lin Jingzhe didn't have time to help Mr. Xiao tie his hair, so Mr. Xiao let his curly hair fall down beside the chiseled face with light stubble after sleeping all night.
So pretty, like a refined, decadent, hysterical artist.
Lin Jingzhe took a good look at the beautiful scenery from the corner of his eye for a while, then stroked his chin and pretended not to understand—"Well, the colors match well."
Because in good conscience, there is no other place to be praised. If any stranger on the street drew this, Lin Jingzhe would have to beat him for those two exaggerated rabbit teeth.
However, Xiao Chi is obviously not ashamed of his lover's inadvertent praise. He is quite complacent and immersed in his work. He thinks that this painting can be hung in the art gallery opposite the Laowan Building on Erzhong Road for exhibition!
The morning news host's voice came out clearly from the speaker. Lin Jingzhe pushed Xiao Chi's arm and back: "Come upstairs to wash your face and brush your teeth. I'll go to the drying room to collect clothes."
The housework at home is normally distributed like this. Xiao Chi sweeps the floor, mops the floor, does laundry, hangs clothes, organizes the study, living room, etc. in each room, etc. Lin Jingzhe collects the clothes...
Xiao Chi came out of the cloakroom after washing his clothes, and consciously sat on the stool with a small rubber band in his hands.
Lin Jingzhe, who was folding clothes, immediately put down his work and went forward to comb his hair with his fingers. It's not that he is bragging. He has been braided for more than ten years. He has long been familiar with Xiao Chi's suitable hairstyle. He doesn't need to look at the back. It is a perfect work.
Xiao Chi glanced aside while waiting for his hair to be tied, and caught a glimpse of Lin Jingzhe's pile of messy T-shirts stacked beside the bed. More than ten years of housework experience did not make him fold his clothes to look better than when he was young. In fact, there may really be people in the world who are not good at packing things, and those T-shirts are put away without ironing them.
And the T-shirt should obviously be hung up...
Xiao Chi thought so, but immediately praised: "The clothes are well folded."
"Really?" Lin Jingzhe himself didn't think there was anything unusual just now. He was praised by the houseworkers at home. Looking at the pile of clothes, it seemed that it was indeed unusual. He was quite happy. After tying his hair, he found a tie to match Xiao Chi's shirt, "Does this color look good? Does it match?"
Xiao Chi obediently raised his head and exposed his neck to allow him to move his hands: "It looks good. It fits well."
There was a short cross-border video conference in the morning, so Mr. Xiao had to go into the study and turn on the computer at the time when breakfast should normally be made. The camera just turned on, and the image of Hu Shaofeng on the screen burst into laughter: "Brother Xiao, you won't go out like this today, will you?"
With a pink tie and a dark blue suit, Lin Jingzhe, who would choose pink skirts for his mother and sisters when he was young, has become more and more straight and masculine.
Xiao Chi took care of the document in his hand with a cold face: "Enter the topic."
The sweet-mouthed Mr. Xiao received the reward. Before going out, Chairman Lin, who was reluctant to enter the kitchen, personally cooked a bowl of egg noodles for him.
Lin Jingzhe didn't go into the kitchen as if there were no accidents. The main reason was that he harmed the family when he was a child. The ban from his grandfather himself, Lin Jingzhe really didn't have that interest, and generally rarely touched pots and pans. When he was young, Gao's mother and Zhou's mother's skills were enough to feed him, but now it's Xiao Chi's turn to cook. As the saying goes, lazy people are lazy, but Xiao Chi's craftsmanship is actually quite good. After so many years, Xiao Chi occasionally doesn't go home to cook dinner, and Lin Jingzhe doesn't feel like eating the best-rated hotel takeout.
But a man with such good cooking skills is now immersed in a bowl of egg noodles in clear soup and eating with relish, his squeaking voice made Lin Jingzhe, who had eaten fruit before Xiao Chi painted upstairs, feel hungry.
But his lover finally drank all the soup, and he didn't even have a chance to take a sip from the bowl to see if his craft had a chance to improve.
When he was ready, he went out in the same car. Xiao Chi had just fastened his seat belt for Lin Jingzhe when he heard a nursery rhyme sung by a child on the radio.
The child's voice was sweet and soft, like the sound of nature, and the movements of the two people stopped.
Lin Jingzhe couldn't help thinking of the topic that his mothers had talked to him the other day.
As an old man, it is inevitable to be conservative in thinking. Even though Lin Jingzhe and Xiao Chi’s family life is still like a newly married couple for so many years, mothers still feel that something is missing. Some time ago, Xiao Miao and her boyfriend finally got engaged, and because of the age of both parties, the new life should be put on the agenda sooner after marriage. This made the family feel a lot of emotions. Yu Shuyuan and Shen Juanying often travel together after retirement. I don’t know if they talked about something together, and then they asked their sons whether they need another daughter’s family in the future. The child is adopted to them.
The car drove out of his own yard, and the small face of the neighbor's child who was going to school in the next car was exposed from the open rear window. Lin Jingzhe usually teased him and waved goodbye to him while driving.
When the car drove onto the congested road, Lin Jingzhe was still immersed in the child's sweet and sweet greeting: "XXX from the house next door is so cute."
"Is there any?" Xiao Chi couldn't even be interested. Compared to the inexplicable child, he thought Lin Jingzhe, who smiled with crescent eyes, was much cuter.
"Tiantian and Miaomiao said before that if they have more children after they get married, they can share one for us." Lin Jingzhe was excited, thinking that there might be a group of little fat dun with curly hair and stinky faces in the future. Calling Dad and Uncle from behind Xiao Chi's butt was very interesting, "Do you like boys or girls?"
After asking this, he first thought about it himself: "I prefer girls, just like Zhuangzhuang, who is white and fat, can eat and sleep, how festive."
Xiao Chi drove the car calmly: "I like boys."
"What kind of?" Lin Jingzhe asked casually.
"Well—" Xiao Chi pondered for a while, then turned around and glanced at him while he was stuck in the traffic jam, "It must be white."
"Then it must be white." Lin Jingzhe nodded, child, it's better to be white.
"The chin should be pointed, the face should be more fleshy, the eyes should be bigger, and the body temperature should not be too high. Well, it's better to have two rabbit teeth!"
He said one item, and Lin Jingzhe nodded along with it. In his mind, he gradually sketched out a specific image based on the other person's detailed description.
He rolled his eyes at Xiao Chi: "Go away."
Xiao Chi let out a series of low laughs, then reached out and touched his head before continuing to drive. Forget about the child, Lin Jingzhe has been getting younger and younger over the years, and he can't even spoil Lin Jingzhe, why would he have any intention to take care of the child
Thinking of this, the mobile phone in the locker in the driver's seat suddenly vibrated frantically.
Thirty minutes later, Xiao Chi looked gloomily at Fang Wenhao who appeared in front of him.
Fang Zhuangzhuang, who got out of the car, saw her Uncle Lin, he immediately jumped up with a scream in surprise, rubbed his face like a kitten with Lin Jingzhe who was also very happy, and then hid behind Lin Jingzhe's legs to look carefully. With the uncle Xiao, who has always been very serious and scared his father very much.
Fang Wenhao wanted to cry without tears: "The people I know in the compound have called, and those who work in the unit can't really take care of their children. You know the situation of Zhuang Zhuang, the old man can't take her at all. I entrusted that dead bastard Hu Shaofeng to help, but she told me on the phone that I was not in the country... I'm really sorry, if it wasn't for me, I wouldn't bother you."
After all, it was a friendship that grew up together. Fang Wenhao was so anxious that he frequently looked at his watch, resisting such as Xiao Chi, it was really hard to say anything ugly. Lin Jingzhe didn't even bother to pull it. He has always liked Fang Zhuangzhuang, but only occasionally when he came back to live in the compound, he could meet and play. Fang Wenhao and his wife are just in a hurry to leave Yan City for two days. What's the big deal to help bring a child.
Therefore, he readily agreed: "Let me go, my child, and go with yours."
Fang Wenhao was a little worried, but there is no better way to worry about it now. He had no choice but to take advantage of the time he could stay, and entrust the children's daily necessities that he had brought with him to Lin Jingzhe.
Diapers, safety seats, change of clothes, milk powder…
Xiao Chi glanced at the child sitting behind him playing with his fingers, and said decisively: "You take him, I won't take him anyway."
"It's alright, don't you have a meeting today? I'll just start with him. It just so happens that I have nothing to do today." Lin Jingzhe unconcernedly peeled off a candy for Zhuangzhuang, what's so great, Isn't it just taking a child, he can even take care of Xiao Chi properly, so where can a little big and a little troublesome
And in fact, he is quite looking forward to a life with a child, and the transformation of the two-person world into a family of three will surely be much warmer than it is now. But I didn't expect to be so lucky. When I went out in the morning, I only talked about the family's adoption of children. After a while, Fang Wenhao took the initiative to send his favorite fat girl to the door.
Starting from the downstairs of the group, Zhuangzhuang couldn't wait to get off the car and wave goodbye to Xiao Chi.
Before leaving, Xiao Chi's eyes stayed on Zhuang Zhuang for two seconds, and left without saying anything. Lin Jingzhe watched the car go away, and opened his arms kindly towards Zhuang Zhuang: "Would you like a hug?"
"Yes!" It was the expected sweet and crisp answer.
Lin Jingzhe bent down happily, and stretched his arms slightly—
The muscles trembled, and he immediately straightened his waist while holding the meat dumpling.
Lin Jingzhe: "..."
It seems to be a little heavy.
But never mind! What a cute baby!
The employees who started in the group discovered that their boss brought a child to the company for the first time, and they were beaming with joy.
After Deng Mai heard the news, he came to the office and saw that there was a child playing with building blocks sitting on the sofa in the reception area. Only then did he realize that it was true.
"Tsk tsk tsk." As he brought in the documents that he was going to show Lin Jingzhe, his eyes fell on Fang Zhuangzhuang's savage way of playing with building blocks, and he admired his own brother Lin's fearless spirit, "You are still awesome, this kid. Dare to help, do you know that when Mr. Fang was a father, he was thinking about how to commit suicide every day?"
Lin Jingzhe just thought he was joking, and quickly glanced at Fang Zhuangzhuang, "The girl is still young, be careful to let the children hear her nonsense."
Deng Mai saw that he was a young man who had never experienced wind and rain, and suddenly shook his head mysteriously: "You underestimate the children. They are not little angels."
"Nonsense." Lin Jingzhe didn't care. After flipping through the two pages of the document, he looked up dreamily at Fang Zhuangzhuang's innocent smile while playing with building blocks. Children are so cute, they are not as greedy as adults at all, especially gentle and sweet little girls, innocent and harmless, a little toy like a building block doll can be so happy-
"Crack-"
The next second, a building block that was always out of place was picked up by the impatient Fang Zhuangzhuang, pinched in his hand, shattered, and then thrown away. Fang Zhuangzhuang laughed.
Lin Jingzhe: "..."
Deng Mai: "..."
After a long while, Deng Mai asked in a trance: "This building block is solid wood... right?"
Lin Jingzhe swallowed dryly in his throat, listening to the dull crashing sound of the wreckage of the two ends of the building blocks that had been ruthlessly discarded after being vented hit the ground.
He found that reality seemed to be slightly different from his imagination.
It should be... an illusion, right
After finishing his official business, he sat on the sofa and looked at Fang Zhuangzhuang's angelic face after falling asleep, thinking that this might just be a trivial... an episode.
But he soon realized that he was still too young.
Fang Zhuangzhuang woke up crying, she peeed her pants!
Lin Jingzhe hurriedly left the meeting in the middle of the meeting. As soon as he got back to the office, he was surrounded by the terrible smell of urine. He made a big mistake. He actually forgot to change the diaper for Fang Zhuangzhuang who was going to take a nap!
She went to the secretary room to find a female secretary to help Fang Zhuangzhuang take a bath. Fang Zhuangzhuang, who didn't like strangers, had to ask Uncle Lin to help her get dressed. Lin Jingzhe hurriedly took out a change of clothes from the travel bag left by Fang Wenhao. , according to his own aesthetic, like dressing up Xiao Chi every morning, Fang Zhuangzhuang cried when he looked in the mirror: "I don't want to be so ugly!!!!"
"Difficult... Ugly?"
A tender green T-shirt with a peach-pink jacket, a lace pink gauze skirt and white socks and small sandals are eye-catching and festive. Lin Jingzhe, who has always liked to buy bright little hairpins and pink toot dresses for mothers, has not been able to see it for a long time. Seeing that something was wrong, he had to bow his head in shame amid Fang Zhuangzhuang's painful cries.
Fang Zhuangzhuang was disappointed by the perfect Uncle Lin's aesthetics, so he finally had to choose a refreshing match by himself. After wiping away his tears, his stomach grumbled: "I'm hungry!"
Children have a light taste and a big appetite. Fang Wenhao specially told him not to eat heavy oil and salt. Lin Jingzhe hurried to make milk powder for her, but the water temperature of the milk powder was very difficult to control. He tried several times and finally had to ask the secretary to help her. When it was finally soaked, Fang Zhuangzhuang was already starving to tears.
Lin Jingzhe was sweating profusely again packing up her dirty clothes, his eyes were so busy that his eyes narrowed, which was a lot more tiring than discussing one hundred cooperation projects worth hundreds of millions in his meeting.
Fang Zhuangzhuang, who had finished breastfeeding, was full of energy and began to have fun in the office. He broke almost all the long blocks in the whole set, and ripped apart the delicate and beautiful ponytail of the Barbie doll. Lin Jingzhe's thigh was always as heavy as a lead ball. Fang Zhuangzhuang liked him until his eyes lit up and acted like a spoiled child. Shi's voice was soft and sweet: "Uncle! I want to play tossing high!"
In the past, seeing Fang Wenhao's exhausted appearance, Lin Jingzhe thought it was an exaggeration, but after playing with Fang Zhuangzhuang for less than ten minutes, Lin Jingzhe felt the pain firsthand. Little Fatty's excited laughter was as sweet as an oriole when she was thrown into the air, but it was no joke that she was a few pounds heavier than a seven-year-old child. Lin Jingzhe's arms almost lost consciousness due to the high-intensity work.
Fang Zhuangzhuang had nowhere to vent his energy, so he had to sit on the neck of her uncle Lin, who was about 1.8 meters tall, to watch the world. This weight was bearable at first, but after a while, Lin Jingzhe only felt that a turbulent weight was pressed against his cervical spine. He must not be able to work properly now, so he had to arrange the car to go home in advance. On the way, he looked at the passing street trees outside the window and heard the sound of Fang Zhuangzhuang crawling on the car seat. He had completely forgotten that he had just learned that he could bring Joyful mood as a child for two days.
After going home to play with the children for half an hour, he finally waited for the TV station's children's program every afternoon, and took time to relax on the sofa for a while.
Fang Zhuangzhuang sat cross-legged in front of the TV, clapped his hands and sang along with the melody. In the past, Lin Jingzhe had to express a sweet emotion when he saw this situation, but at this moment, he just tilted his head and looked at the group of followers on the screen. Children jumping with cartoon characters - oh my god, a dozen or so.
It's terrible, what kind of gods do so many children have to be able to take care of them
Not wanting to experience the fear of making milk powder at noon again, Lin Jingzhe dragged his tired body into the kitchen while Fang Zhuangzhuang was watching the show. He had just called the property to bring the ingredients and planned to cook the show himself Take your time and make a bowl of tomato and egg noodles that will reward Xiao Chi occasionally in the morning.
Boil the water, add eggs, tomatoes, other seasonings, and noodles.
Lin Jingzhe was so tired that he was sweating profusely, and in exchange for this bowl of noodles, he performed extremely well.
Fang Zhuang, who had just watched TV and learned that he could have dinner, jumped into the restaurant with excitement, and was stunned for a moment as soon as he climbed up on the chair.
Lin Jingzhe was still a little confident in this regard, rubbing his hands to comfort her kindly: "Eat it, it's delicious, your Uncle Xiao likes this noodles the most."
Fang Zhuangzhuang was suspicious for a long time before carefully picking up his small fork.
A few minutes later, Xiao Chi, who was in a meeting, received an emergency call from his home.
Fang Zhuangzhuang's miserable cry came from the background sound, and Xiao Chi frowned when he heard it. He glanced at the caller number displayed on his mobile phone, and then at the watch on his wrist: "Why did you come home so early? Who is it? driving a car?"
For more than ten years, Xiao Chi has been able to make concessions in any aspect of life, except that Lin Jingzhe is not allowed to drive alone.
"The driver of the company, that's not the point." Lin Jingzhe on the other end of the phone seemed to be in trouble, he hesitated for a long time before he hesitantly asked, "Then what... Zhuangzhuang refused to eat the noodles I cooked, Should I get her something to eat?"
"..." Xiao Chi asked after being silent for a while, "Did you cook noodles for her?"
"... Hmm." Lin Jingzhe felt an unprecedented humiliation.
"...Okay." Xiao Chi sighed and changed the subject, "You open the refrigerator, the freezer layer, there is a crisper in it, open it, and inside is the beef I marinated the night before..."
Everyone in the conference room saw that the boss suddenly answered the phone, and then stood at the door for a long time without any intention of coming in. Everyone, look at me, I'll look at you, until after a while, Xiao Chi came back to pack up.
"Mr. Xiao—"
Xiao Chi looked serious: "The meeting is dismissed first, I have something to deal with first."
Xiao Chi quickly drove back to the Dongtai community amid the staff's speculation about the content of the emergency. As soon as he opened the door, he smelled a strange smell coming from the kitchen. Fang Zhuangzhuang was already sitting at the door of the kitchen. I was about to cry.
Lin Jingzhe didn't even dare to close the kitchen door, and while cooking, he had to coax and persuade: "Don't cry, don't cry, it'll be fine soon..."
Although this soon has been going on for nearly half an hour.
Xiao Chi sighed helplessly, took off his coat, and walked into the house. First, bypass the children and go into the kitchen to turn off the fire and open the windows to ventilate. The braised beef that Lin Jingzhe had chopped messily on the stovetop was put aside, and all the noodles that had sunk to the bottom were thrown away.
The moment Lin Jingzhe saw him, he only felt that the sky was getting brighter, and he hugged him with a broken face and said, "I really want to fucking die..."
Xiao Chi kissed his face and coaxed him twice, wiped off the dirt he got on his face, then left the kitchen and hugged Fang Zhuangzhuang, who was sitting on the ground crying, and threw his strong arms to the sky—
The crying stopped abruptly, and after a few seconds, Zhuang Zhuang burst into laughter, and let out a happy laugh that Lin Jingzhe was familiar with.
"Don't cry, sit and wait for the meal." Xiao Chi put the tearful child in his arms with one hand in his arms, then distracted himself to cook the noodles, stir-fry the brine, season the soup, and put the ground beef on the face. spread.
Fang Zhuangzhuang couldn't lift his head to the sound of sucking, Lin Jingzhe collapsed and sat on the ground along the wall, panting with his eyes straight: "Bringing a child...it's terrible..."
Really, if Xiao Chi didn't come back in time just now, he would probably have been buried in Fang Zhuangzhuang's cry like a biochemical weapon.
Why is the child like this? He is an out-and-out little angel when he falls asleep!
Lin Jingzhe didn't want to be alone with the little angel for a second at this moment, he just chased after his lover's butt like a follower, watching President Xiao neatly pack up.
With a straight face, Xiao Chi sorted out Fang Zhuangzhuang's daily necessities, put away the milk powder, washed the milk bottles, put the diapers in the cabinet, and threw the smelly dirty clothes directly into the trash can.
Lin Jingzhe looked at his well-organized technique, and suddenly became overwhelmed with admiration: "You are so powerful that you can remember all these steps clearly."
"It's okay." Xiao Chi didn't think it was that difficult. In fact, the reason why he didn't want a child was never that he found it troublesome. He just didn't want Lin Jingzhe's attention to be distracted by other things.
but-
He looked back at Lin Jingzhe, who was obviously frightened by the child's true face, and was sticking to him like a coquettish kitten. After more than ten years of marriage, Xiao Chi has rarely seen him so well-behaved and docile.
His eyes fell on the quiet little boy who didn't say much as long as there was something delicious.
If you can keep Lin Jingzhe in this state, it doesn't seem like raising a child is all a bad thing
It is rare for him to change his inherent impression of Fang Zhuangzhuang, who has never been very pleasing to the eye. Although this girl is as fat as a piglet and a small tree stump, and she is naughty and noisy, she can eat it, but if you count it down, it is not without merit. Well.
He thought about cleaning up all the housework in the house like this, and his thinking continued until Fang Zhuangzhuang was full and docile, and began to walk quietly in the hall, and stood at the corner of the stairs to admire the oil paintings on the wall.
Fang Zhuangzhuang looked at the delicate and delicate portrait he had painted for Lin Jingzhe for almost two months, and after a while—
"Quack! It's so ugly!"
Xiao Chi: "..."
angry.
In the dead of night, the big devil finally fell asleep in the bedtime story, and the husband and wife who had worked hard all day were finally able to drag their tired bodies back to the room.
Lin Jingzhe came out of the shower, his eyes were numb, he got into the bed for a long time, until Xiao Chi, who had taken a bath, came out and immediately got into the other's arms.
After more than ten years of life, the bodies of both parties have been contaminated with each other's breath, and the woody aroma and refreshing breath are entangled with each other, and it is difficult to distinguish between you and me.
While the cotton pajamas were rubbing against each other, Xiao Chi hugged his lover in his arms and patted his back: "It's been hard work today."
Lin Jingzhe recalled what happened in the afternoon, sighed deeply, and said guiltily, "I will never cook noodles again, sorry."
"..." Xiao Chi patted his hand on the back for a moment, "Why?"
Lin Jingzhe said in a low voice, "Zhuangzhuang is crying, it seems really unpalatable."
"How?" Xiao Chi refused to admit it, and cast his eyes very seriously, "It's delicious, I like the taste."
Lin Jingzhe's shattering self-esteem was only slightly repaired: "...Really?"
"... Of course, you believe me, what can Fang Zhuangzhuang know?" Xiao Chi answered decisively, recalling his experience today and an unforgivable thing, "However, I will draw you a picture. Is that picture really ugly?"
Fang Zhuangzhuang's expression was too serious when he made his evaluation, which made him have to doubt himself.
Lin Jingzhe was stunned for two seconds when he heard the words, recalling the distorted lines and clear big teeth on the oil painting, and then looking at the disappointed look on the other party's face, he quickly adjusted his posture, holding Xiao Chi's face in his hands and answering seriously : "How is that possible! That picture is very well drawn, and the colors are really beautiful!"
"But Fang Zhuangzhuang..."
"She's a little brat, she knows what to appreciate!" Lin Jingzhe knew what he was going to say and interrupted immediately.
That's right, Xiao Chixin said, a child who is only a few years old knows the taste of a meal almost, how can he understand something as profound as art. Therefore, he gradually calmed down under Lin Jingzhe's comfort, thinking about the bowl of noodles, and affirmed again: "You don't need to pay attention to her, the noodles you cook are really good!"
Lin Jingzhe was coaxed to lie down with grievances. What he said was that Fang Zhuangzhuang was only a few years old. Evaluation of oil paintings was similar. After all, aesthetics are human instincts, but where is the ability to evaluate whether noodles are delicious
Both of them were persuaded by the other side and embraced each other sweetly. After a while, Lin Jingzhe's hesitant voice floated out slowly from the bed: "Xiao Chi."
"Um?"
"The problem with the adopted child that my mother talked about..."
"Um."
"I think it's better if we don't want it."
Xiao Chi yawned and hugged his lover who had lingering fears. Thinking of how many little brats like Fang Zhuangzhuang who didn't understand art in the world, he couldn't help but agree with him, "Okay."