Eighty-first bowl of soup (3)
Bo Xizhi suddenly stiffened. He subconsciously grabbed Qing Huan's hand and wanted to dodge it, but she hugged him tightly, her arms surrounded him like a gentle current, and her voice was even more beautiful: "The time you come home is getting late these days. Of course it's important, but the body must also be taken care of." Her face gently rubbed against his back, like a kitten. "I'd be worried."
Bo Xizhi's throat was dry, and at this moment he felt very uncomfortable, the proximity of his wife made him feel that he had betrayed Yi Xiaodie, but...he unconsciously lowered his head to look at Qing Huan's hand on his chest, for a long while Not a word came out.
Qing Huan only hugged him for a while and then let go, she didn't intend to force her, so as not to go too far, it would be troublesome for Bo Xizhi to just lift her off and turn around to leave. When she let him go, she pulled the quilt to cover him, said with a slight smile, "have a good rest, tomorrow is Sunday, don't be so busy, you haven't been with me for a long time."
Bo Xizhi hummed blankly, and slowly closed her eyes. Qing Huan got out of bed after he fell asleep, and slept with Mo Ze in the next bedroom. The little guy was sleeping very well, he automatically rolled into her arms and slept soundly while clutching his pajamas, Qing Huan stroked his soft hair.
The next morning she got up very early, unlike in the past when she always slept until the sun was high and it was called a beauty sleep. When I got up early, I got up to make breakfast. The cook was surprised when he heard that the wife was going to cook for herself, and his eyes widened. Qing Huan didn't say anything. Xie Man was born with a golden spoon in everyone's eyes. She was spoiled by her parents when she was still at home, and loved by her husband when she got married. She might not even have boiled water, let alone It's time to make breakfast.
But after she started, the cooks had nothing to say.
Bo Xizhi Bo An and his son went downstairs after washing up, and this was what they saw. The sun is warm, the woman in the living room is wearing an apron and home clothes, bathed in the morning light and smiling at them, she naturally arranges the bowls and chopsticks in her hand and invites them to eat, there is a chubby little guy rolling beside her lap Rolling around, jumping up from time to time to steal food.
In the Bo family, this has never happened. Whether it is the Bo family or the Xie family, they are all rich and powerful families. As the eldest lady of the Xie family and the wife of the Bo family, Xie Man doesn't have to do anything, because there is always someone who takes care of her first. Dress up happily, go shopping and drink afternoon tea. Her family and her husband are willing to spoil her like this, but now it's different, Yi Xiaodie appeared out of nowhere and turned her life upside down ever since.
"What are you still doing in a daze, come and eat, today is my first time cooking, you all have to try my handicraft." Qing Huan acted like a little girl to her husband and son, her voice was soft.
Such a gentle and beautiful woman cooks and cooks breakfast for you herself. Even if she is not a wife or mother, it still makes people feel warm.
The father and son of the Bo family walked to the dining table and sat down. Qing Huan kept a close but not too sticky distance with them, knowing that they would not be able to adapt to being touched by others in a short time, so she simply took care of Mo Ze wholeheartedly.
She took the initiative to cook, but she just wanted to let the father and son realize that the three of them are a complete family, so there is no need to go to the end, it is best to order as soon as possible. Mo Ze is a clever little person who deliberately pretends to be unable to take care of himself to take care of him. Fortunately, he is cute, with big black eyes shining brightly, making people want to kiss him, touch him, and rub him again. Bundle.
Bo Youan didn't know that he didn't see Mo Ze yesterday, and he was a bit surprised to see a child suddenly added to his family: "Mom, where did this child come from?"
"I picked it up on the road yesterday." Qing Huan wiped Mo Ze's mouth and asked, "Don't you think he is cute?"
Bo Youan looked at the little guy for a few seconds and said, "It's pretty cute, but..."
"Does he have no family? Or is he lost? We should call the police first and find his family." Looking at the child's whiteness and tenderness, it seems that he has never suffered, and it hurts to be held in the palm of his hand. Don't feel sorry for losing a child. After finishing speaking, Bo Xizhi was afraid that his wife would be sad, so he comforted him, "You really like this child. When you find his family, it's fine to recognize you as a godmother. I think this child is also very likable."
"I don't have parents!" Mo Ze said loudly, "This is my mother!" He hugged Qing Huan's arm possessively, and stared at the father and son with big eyes warily, as if the next second It was as if they were going to take her away from them.
Seeing the domineering look of the little guy, Qing Huan smiled, and casually mentioned: "Mo Ze is really the same as An An when he was a child. At that time, when Dad wanted to talk to his mother, An An would be angry when he touched her. If he insisted that his mother belonged to An An, why not?" Said that when she grows up, she will marry her mother as a daughter-in-law."
Both father and son of the Bo family were stunned - they don't remember. But Qing Huan said so, it seems that there is such a thing. When Bo Youan was young, he was delicate and cute, and was often regarded as a little girl. When he was young, his mother took care of him. Later, when he got older, his mother's focus was no longer on him. But when he was a child, he really liked his mother and thought that his mother was the best in the world. Speaking of which, he gave his mother a jade plaque carved by himself on her birthday last year...
Birthday... It was only then that Bo Youan remembered that his mother's birthday would be in a month's time. In previous years, he and his father had already started preparing for it at this time, but this year they actually forgot!
Bo Xizhi also thought of this, but Qing Huan pinched Mo Ze's little face as if she didn't understand their expressions at all: "I brought him to the police, and this child's parents are indeed dead, so I asked someone to help with the procedures, and this will be my child from now on."
She said "my child", not "our child".
Mom has a new baby and seems to like him a lot.
This was the first thought that came to the minds of the father and son. Then they felt weird, as if something was wrong, but if they really wanted to say what was wrong and didn't know, they felt a headache for a while.
Qing Huan accepted it when she was good, and let Mo Ze go play alone after feeding him, and then she could take care of herself. "is today your off day?"
She looked at the father and son expectantly, Bo Youan was full of Yi Xiaodie and didn't want to stay at home at all, but seeing her mother's expectant expression, she couldn't speak for some reason, took a big mouthful of porridge, The new rice is cooked sticky and soft, with a little sugar added, it is sweet and warm to the heart. He said involuntarily, "Rest."
Bo Xizhi also said in unison: "Rest."
Qing Huan smiled, she should be glad that the father and son were not completely captured by Yi Xiaodie at this time, at least there was still reason in her mind, and she could still be awake for a while. No matter how you look at it, the father and son are very likable types, with a good personality. What is so special about that girl named Yi Xiaodie that can make the father and son share the father-son and wife regardless of human relations? things come
The stable and mature husband betrayed, and the caring and sensible son killed himself with his own hands-no one could accept it.
This day is said to be a rest, but in fact it is just working in the study at home. Both father and son are busy with work every day, so Qing Huan didn't bother them, she just brought two cups of tea and some pastries in when they started working, and then sat with Moze by the window in the study and played puzzles together. The freshmen and juniors played with great interest and didn't feel bored at all.
When Bo Xizhi finished a period of work, he was moving his sore shoulders, and then he saw two people by the window covered in sunlight, with smiles on their faces, having fun, but afraid of disturbing him, he deliberately lowered his Voice speaks. He seemed to have seen the situation after his wife had just given birth to a son. At that time, he was working overtime in the company, and when he heard that his wife was in labor, he was so frightened that his hands were shaking while driving, and he didn't know how many red lights he ran along the way.
He was still with her in the delivery room, and when he heard her cry and cry because of the extreme pain, his heart crumpled into a ball, wishing that he could suffer instead of her. Then when his son was born, he fainted from fright after just one glance. The two families knew about this matter, and until now, it was still used as a joke after dinner during New Years and holidays.
Bo Xizhi's eyes became very gentle, he stood up and walked towards them unconsciously, trying to join the world that he was so familiar with but now felt strange. "Is it fun?"
All the adults and children raised their heads to look at him, with the same expression, a little bit of bewilderment mixed with interest. It was only then that Bo Xizhi discovered that his wife was still as beautiful as a girl, only less youthful and more mature than then, but this kind of dignified and gentle beauty was exactly what the flame-like Yi Xiaodie didn't have.
Xieman is a very well-behaved girl. She has been obedient and sensible since she was a child, and always makes Bo Xizhi full of protective desire. He thinks he will love her forever.
"I can't find it here." Qing Huan held up a piece of the jigsaw puzzle in his hand, "The rest of these pieces don't seem quite right."
Mo Ze also watched eagerly, showing cuteness without any pressure: "Dad, help me and mother quickly."
The little doll has a round face, round eyes, round mouth and round mouth, so cute that Bo Xi seems to have returned to more than ten years ago for a moment, and his wife took You An to sit on the carpet in front of the window to play games, their mother and child The two always encountered some small problems, and then asked him for help at the same time. But that brat, when he begged his father, he called sweetly, and when he turned around, he refused to recognize anyone and robbed him of his wife...
There was a smile on the corner of Qing Huan's mouth, she did it on purpose, since the father and son have gradually forgotten, let's think about it slowly.
Memory is the most amazing thing isn't it.