Eighty-first bowl of soup (2)
Mo Ze likes the food of the human world very much. Like Qing Huan, he believes that humans are a very wonderful creature, from good to evil. He had been staying at Naihe Bridge for a long time, and he missed the food in the world very much, so the first thing he did when he landed was pull Qing Huan to eat.
At first Qing Huan was still thinking about what she should do, but the little fat man kept pulling at the corner of her skirt maliciously and reaching out to hug him, so she had no choice but to bend down to pick him up, and then went downstairs.
Anyway, there is no one in this family now, and the servants will not ask about her affairs.
When Mo Ze saw the freshly baked strawberry cake, his saliva was about to flow down, but he sat obediently on the child seat and asked Qing Huan to put a bib on him, before he struggled to pick up the knife and fork to eat, He squinted his eyes contentedly while eating: "The master eats too."
Qing Huan and Fatty have one thing in common, that is, they like to eat. This is still being polite with Moze, he has something to eat only after being in her favor, okay
The two shared a piece of strawberry cake. As a middle-aged lady, Xieman had nothing to do all day long, nothing more than attending banquets, playing cards, and shopping. She had a lot of free time. Both her husband and son are very capable, and she doesn't need to worry about the company's affairs at all.
What's more, Qing Huan is in her body now, so don't worry about it. Although Yi Xiaodie acts recklessly, she attaches great importance to things like money, because money can lead a good life, so no matter what happens, among all her men, the father and son who can make the most money have always been her harem mainstay.
Counting the time, at this moment the father and son are fascinated by Yi Xiaodie, and they can share each other and a woman. The two favored sons of heaven were willing to submit to a woman at the same time. Although Qing Huan knew that Yi Xiaodie was very attractive, she really wanted to see for herself what kind of sixteen-year-old girl could charm a mature husband and a filial and caring son together.
Could she be charmed too
After Mo Ze finished eating the strawberry cake, he took a big ice cream and gnawed it in his arms. His small mouth was everywhere. Qing Huan wiped him, and sat on the sofa watching TV with him in his arms. He looked at his watch and found that It's almost dinner time. Both father and son should be back tonight, but it won't be long, the company's annual meeting is coming, and they will have a lot of work to do for the upcoming holiday.
It's really interesting that a family that was apparently very happy suddenly collapsed.
A sixteen-year-old girl should still be in high school. How did she manage to make business tycoons, business rookies, gangsters, high-ranking sons, European dukes... and other men fall in love with her and die for her? Even Qing Huan, who has lived for an unknown amount of time, has never been treated like this.
"If the master wants to know, I can read it—"
With a scoop of ice cream stuffed into her small mouth, Qing Huan said with a smile: "There is no need for this. It would be too boring to know everything. Don't you think it will be interesting for us to dig it ourselves?"
Yeah? Moze thought about it seriously, and finally felt... what the master said was right, as long as he was obedient, he would be fine.
How good it is to be a little friend without a brain. There is no need to work so hard at Naihe Bridge as when the master was away. He is just a child who can't grow up! The more Mo Ze thought about it, the more reasonable he became, he wished he could squat down on the ground and get covered in dirt to prove that he was really a child.
While hugging him, Qing Huan fumbled for her cell phone to call her husband, but it rang for a while before she was connected. She asked him if he would come back, and her husband's voice was as gentle as usual: "No, I'm working overtime tonight. You'an will go back later, if you're sleepy, go to bed early."
Speaking of it, Bo Xizhi is also at the age of a wolf and a tiger. Although Xie Man is not a young girl in her teens or twenties, she can live a good life and take good care of herself, and she is even more beautiful, but they have not seen each other for about half a year. She did it, and she didn't find it strange at all.
Qing Huan took Mo Ze to dinner in a leisurely manner. After the little guy was full, he turned his stomach and said he was sleepy. Qing Huan rubbed his belly while humming softly. When the little guy fell asleep, he carried him into the room. Then I continued to wait in the living room.
It was about eleven o'clock, and the father and son came back. Qing Huan had already fallen asleep on the edge of the sofa, but she didn't open her eyes when she heard the noise from the door, knowing that Bo Xizhi had come to her and squatted down in front of her and pushed her: "Manman, wake up, sleep here for a while If you catch a cold, get up and go to your room."
She rubbed her eyes, she was obviously the mother of a young man in her twenties, she even showed a little childishness: "It's a pity that you are back, where is An An?"
"I'm here, Mom."
Qing Huan saw that the father and son avoided her in unison, and they didn't even have any physical contact with her. This is of course not normal. She and Bo Xizhi have had good morning and good night kisses for ten years, and Bo Youan would kiss her every time she went home. This family has always been warm and happy.
But now they won't take the initiative to touch her, and even avoid some very ordinary contacts. That girl named Yi Xiaodie is very possessive, and she doesn't like her man to have contact with any woman, even his mother and sister.
Qing Huan smiled. The father and son knew they were back, which meant that their sanity had not been completely eroded, at least they still had some sanity. She smiled slightly and said: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, let's have some supper, I made it for you myself. Do you still remember the siu mai you loved so much when you were in school, and the bean curd you liked so much?" roll."
As she spoke, she walked towards the kitchen, her tone was very gentle, her expression was graceful and moving, natural and convincing, and soon the father and son followed her footsteps and was brought to the kitchen by her—Qing Huan smelled the same on both of them The scent of shower gel, presumably it was a threesome with Yi Xiaodie before going home.
If she is really Sherman, I don't know how sad she will be. It is the saddest thing to want them to come back when they are clearly like this. Because they are family members, they can't just watch their father and son make mistakes again and again, even if they die because of it, they can't just let it go.
The father and son stood at the door of the kitchen, watching the woman in goose yellow home clothes busily busy. There were many servants in the house. In fact, she didn't have to do it herself at all, but... Looking at the steaming supper on the table, the two of them Involuntarily sat down and picked up the chopsticks.
Along with the food into the stomach, there is a moment of clarity and warmth, as well as the happy memories of the family together in the past.
Haste makes waste, Qing Huan understands this very well. No matter who Yi Xiaodie is, no matter what abilities she has, the decades of family and love between Xie Man and the father and son are not fake, and she will be able to bring these two back to this home sooner or later. However, by that time, there will only be the two of them left in this family, and Sherman will never come back again.
After eating supper, Bo went back to the room to take a shower and sleep, Qing Huan personally filled Bo Xizhi with water, and then went out of the bathroom. Sherman is a conservative woman by nature, she will never do any outrageous actions, but—sometimes, there will inevitably be an exception.
Since love and family affection are forgotten, wouldn't it be all right to try to remind them
Qing Huan thought so.
So she went into the bathroom while Bo Xizhi was taking a bath, and naturally took a towel to wipe him. got you wet..."
Qing Huan smiled at him: "You forgot, when we first got married, you always asked me to wipe your back."
That is indeed a very distant memory, under Yi Xiaodie's deliberate effort, these beautiful memories are gradually being forgotten. In the midst of steaming heat, Bo Xizhi was in a daze, Qing Huan's hand moved on his back, he suddenly remembered a long, long time ago, when they were just married, at that time honey was mixed with oil, wishing to stick together every second, love seemed Hot and scalding, it's touching. They've been messing around here so many times, he's held this woman and watched her grow from a baby, into a girl, then his wife, under him a woman, then a mother...
He had said many times that he loved her.
Bo Xizhi's head suddenly hurt, Qing Huan put down the towel in his hand and rubbed his temples, and said with concern: "What's the matter, did you work too hard? My wife and the others went to the SPA, and they feel comfortable after the treatment, do you think I have no wrinkles at all?"
She deliberately approached Bo Xizhi, her delicate face was like a freshly peeled egg white under the steam in the bathroom, it was clear and white, making one couldn't help but want to take a bite.
Without giving Bo Xizhi time to answer, she shook her hands and got up—proper intimacy is necessary, but being intimacy all the time is counterproductive. "I'll go out first, take a shower and come out soon."
She seems to have become the Sherman of her teenage years, no longer always dignified and graceful. This kind of intimacy has a slightly willful tone, which Bo Xizhi has not heard for many years. He stared blankly at Qing Huan's back, his eyes gradually became dark, and then lost his sobriety in an instant.
Lying on the bed after taking a bath, Qing Huan knelt beside him and gave him a massage. By the way, she told him that she picked up a child on the road, and she thought it was cute and wanted to keep it.
Bo Xizhi didn't pay attention to listen, and hummed casually, the corners of Qing Huan's mouth curled up slightly, turned on the TV to the news channel he often watched, and then gently lay down on his back while Bo Xizhi was concentrating on watching the news , with his arms around his shoulders.