Zhai Chen's heart tightened, and he finally knew why he had been restless for the past two days: "Do you suspect that the rare metal smuggled by Gaoyuan is Xuetoujin?"
A ginkgo leaf fell and just landed on Gao Yusheng's face. He raised his hand to pick it up, holding the stalk and turning it gently in his hand: "We will go to Wutong in two days. Can Mengmeng be placed in the nursery?"
Is it snow head gold, go and see to know. People can disappear, news can be deleted, and mines can never escape.
Of course Zhai Chen would not object: "Go back and discuss with him. If he agrees, he will take care of everything. If he does not agree, let Fang Chuyang pick him up for a few days. Recently, their criminal police team is not busy."
As the Criminal Police Team of the City Bureau, they are only troubled by major cases, and they are usually quite leisurely. The busiest are the police officers in the district police station. They have to call the police for trivial matters such as husband and wife fights and noisy neighbors.
"Yeah." Gao Yusheng responded, looking down at the fallen leaves under his feet.
The good mood was destroyed, and Zhai Chen felt very guilty. Putting down the half-drinking Coke, he ran to the grass in front of him and dragged two stalks, each with an inflorescence on it, and ran back.
The inflorescences of the rush grass are not yet mature, and they form a strong strip, strung on the stalks, like a grilled sausage. The scientific name of this thing is water candle, which means that it is like a candle standing in water. But Zhai Chen kept calling it sausage grass.
"Do you remember this?" Zhai Chen tapped the unhappy child on the head with the papyrus sausage.
Gao Yusheng turned his head and took the bush: "Sausage."
"You shouted to eat it when you were young, but I didn't give it to you, and gnawed my hand." Zhai Chen put the other stick to his mouth.
"How can there be." Gao Yusheng felt a little embarrassed, and pinched the hairy head to prevent it from shaking. The person holding the stalk over there was reluctant to take it out, and continued to shake it, trying to poke him in the nose.
"Eat it, my brother let you eat it today," Zhai Chen said, and suddenly felt that Gao Yusheng's eyes darkened when he looked at him, "What's wrong?"
Gao Yusheng didn't speak. After a while, he suddenly grabbed the offending hand and pulled it over to take a bite.
"Hey, hey!" Zhai Chen grinned and pulled out his hand. He took it over and took a look. There was a circle of tooth marks, and it was quite painful. Looking at the man again, he laughed softly, and suddenly felt that the pain in his hand was not in vain, and he finally made him happy. "I said you, have you wanted to bite me for a long time, from the age of 5 to now."
"I didn't want to bite you." Gao Yusheng lowered his head and crushed the inflorescence. If you want to eat but can't eat it, you can only take a bite first.
Picked up Zhai Mengmeng home in the evening, and Zhai Chen discussed with him about the whole care for a few days.
"You have a mobile phone, call Uncle Fang when you want to go home and ask him to pick you up." Zhai Chen promised the benefits of going to the amusement park on weekends, and gave a perfect retreat—Second Uncle to choose from, plus bring it back from the company imported snack bribes.
Mengmeng pouted and thought for a while, then reluctantly agreed: "Okay, I'm sure."
"Thank you Lord Longen." Prime Minister Zhai succeeded in his trick, and quickly thanked him.
The master Mengmeng, who had no power or power and could only obey the arrangement, sighed: "When will Aiqing marry an aunt and come home?" A sweet and soft aunt, it is best to be as gentle and virtuous as Yaoyao's mother, and bring her own children. cute girl.
"In a dream." Uncle Zhai flicked his head and knocked Mengmeng, who was heartbroken, onto the sofa, and got up to take a shower.
"Hey..." Lord Mengmeng sighed, holding her broken heart and speaking to Yaoyao.
"I'll be your aunt." A low and pleasant voice came from above her head, Mengmeng turned her head and saw Uncle Gao's handsome face.
Mr. Zhai was a little confused. He got up and looked up and down and looked at Mr. Gao, who was sitting up by himself.
Gao Yusheng picked up the tablet and pulled out a picture to show him: "Auntie, she won't buy you a toy car."
The toy car in the picture is not a plastic toy running around in your hands, but a miniature red Maserati made of stainless steel and baking paint. The kind that can drive around in the square, with a female classmate sitting next to it.
Zhai Mengmeng was shocked, this method is too shameless, right? It's amazing to be rich! The stubborn Mr. Zhai forced himself to turn his head to one side: "I will not be bribed." For the sake of his uncle's happiness, he would never succumb to a toy car. You have to marry someone you like, not someone with money.
Gao Yusheng turned over another picture without changing his face: "There is also a mini Ferrari, if you like it, you can buy both. You can drive it all the way from our house to the kindergarten."
The bilingual kindergarten he attended was in the community. Children's cars can be driven directly to the kindergarten. Some children go to school on scooters. The teacher also drew a parking space at the entrance.
Zhai Mengmeng glanced back, the black Ferrari sports car, open, domineering, with a card face: "Aunt!"
Zhai Chen, who was taking a bath while humming, had no idea that a conspiracy was taking place in the living room. After taking a shower, he carried Zhai Mengmeng back to the house, lying beside the child and telling bedtime stories.
"Uncle Gao said he wanted to send me a car." The child couldn't hold back his secret and couldn't help showing off to his uncle.
"What car?" Zhai Chen didn't care much, and was looking for fairy tales on his mobile phone.
"It's the kind that some people drive in kindergartens, red and black, sports cars." Maybe boys are born to like this kind of thing. When talking about small sports cars, they can't help but get excited and sit up to demonstrate that kind of driving.
"Okay, okay," Zhai Chen quickly pushed the person back to the bed, "I can't accept such expensive things."
"Yes, of course I can take what my aunt bought." Mr. Zhai was confident.
"Cough cough..." Zhai Chen choked on his saliva, "who told you he was from his aunt?"
"Well, isn't that aunt?" Zhai Mengmeng flashed a pair of innocent eyes, not knowing much about the concept of adults. But thinking about Uncle Gao's words, they both slept in the same bed, which is the kind of treatment that an aunt can only have, and it doesn't seem to be wrong.
"Children, don't worry about adults. That's Uncle Gao. It's okay to call him Uncle Gao. It's not your aunt, so don't yell." Zhai Chen patted his ass across the quilt, and he didn't tell the story, he simply and rudely covered the child's eyes , let him sleep.
After coaxing the child to sleep, Zhai Chen returned to the master bedroom. The person on the bed was still awake, and he was still reading an English book. The warm light cast a beautiful shadow on the long lashes. The beauty under the lamp, the years are quiet, and the slanderous words of a traitor named Zhai suddenly popped up in my mind. If Yusheng was the aunt, it would actually be pretty good.
bah bah bah! What are you thinking!
The white villain in Zhai Chen's mind gave the drooling black villain a slap. These years have been so hard for God to give him, and he almost regarded him as a spiritual support. In the final analysis, it is the child's possessiveness.
For him, Little Tianci is a very special existence, the initial tie between him and this planet. He would also love to monopolize this person if he could, but he couldn't. He should take on the responsibility of an older man, not tempt him to confuse his feelings and waste his life on himself as a monster.
"What are you looking at?" Zhai Chen took a deep breath and sat on the bed with a smile, ready to talk to the young man.
Gao Yusheng put one finger on the open side and closed the book to show him the cover: "Shelley's Poems."
"Uh..." Brother Chen, the excavator, didn't have the cultural level to find an entry point in Shelley.
"My admiration for you will not even be rejected by heaven. It's like a moth to the stars, and like a night to the dawn. This kind of longing has long since jumped out of the misery of the world." Gao Yusheng looked at him, his tone said softly.
A pleasant voice, with a melodious pause, blew into the cochlea, causing a shudder. The deep affection contained within is truly something that even God will not refuse. Zhai Chen was sluggish for a while, then coughed awkwardly: "What did you say?"
Gao Yusheng retracted his gaze and showed him the page of the book between his fingers: "Is this song I'm reading nice?"
"..." Zhai Chen felt like a fool, crawled to his side with a dark face and got into the bed, "I can also write poetry, and I published it on the school's publicity column when I was in technical school."
"Huh?" Gao Yusheng showed a look of "want to hear".
Zhai Chen cleared his throat, and recited his masterpiece boldly: "The first brother of the construction site, the excavator, it is up to you to open up the territory and expand the land. If you don't want a wife or land, men love big machines!"
Mr. Gao, who was still immersed in the Shelley atmosphere: "...what is a big dick?"
"Large excavator," Zhai Chen was triumphant, "If we talk about excavators in the end, it will be repeated, and it will have a charm when it becomes a reduplicated word."
Gao Yusheng: "Oh."