Seeing that it was about time, Mrs. Luo ordered her aunt to bring the food.
The table was filled with fragrance.
The voice of the servant greeting the host came from outside: "Mr. is back."
"Yeah." The man changed his shoes and looked down at the little dumpling who was following behind him. There was no such a young child at home, so there was no shoes for her to change.
Xiaoyin Yinji can look at people, and hurriedly said: "I take off my shoes, I don't need slippers."
The living room is carpeted, and it doesn't matter if she wears shoes or not. Just as Mr. Luo nodded and said yes, he wanted to squat down to help her take off her shoes, and Tuanzi quickly waved, "Uncle, I can do it myself."
She said that she was going to squat down and take off her small shoes.
Mr. Luo was stunned by the sweet uncle, and when he came back to his senses, the dumplings had already taken off their shoes and placed them next to Mr. Luo's big shoes, with a pair of blue slippers beside them. The pink princess shoes are surprisingly harmonious when placed next to two pairs of size shoes.
Yinyin secretly pursed her lips, her little ears were red, for fear of being discovered, her little shoes were placed next to her father's slippers, and they were tight! The five round and lovely little fingers on the chubby little feet moved shyly.
Mr. Luo: "..."
He couldn't help muttering, should he be called uncle or grandpa...
No, why does he want this? The question is that the bunny in his family really has such a big girl? !
Think about how unreliable this stinky boy Luo Sheng is, he knows too much about being a father! It is precisely because of his understanding that Mr. Luo really can't guarantee whether the child is really his.
The dumpling was really cute, standing shyly and looking up at the person, Mr. Luo's long-lost old father's heart finally sprouted a little bit.
He tried to smile amiably, and a serious, unsmiling face fell into the eyes of others, and he smiled as if he was trying to kidnap Little Red Riding Hood's Big Bad Wolf.
But Danzi is not afraid, she has a keen intuition like a small beast, and subconsciously feels that this uncle will not hurt her, and because she has to rely on him to find her father, she raised her face and smiled sweetly at him, "Uncle, is father at home? ?"
Mr. Luo: "..."
That bastard is dead!
Mrs. Luo heard the movement at the door and came out.
Just as he was about to say hello to her husband as usual, she was stunned just after saying a word when she came back.
Her husband was bending over to talk to a pink and cute little dumpling. He was short and looked like only two or three years old. Mrs. Luo came back to her senses and asked, "This is?"
"Found it at our door."
Mr. Luo is still debating whether to call him grandpa or uncle. If he is really his son's son, calling his grandfather doesn't mean that bastard will take advantage of it
He said, "You take it with me first, and I'll wash my hands."
A stranger approached, and the little dumpling stood there, pursing his lips nervously, his two little fat claws were clasped together, and the little feet who had taken off their shoes could not wait to hide all five fingers, blinking big eyes. Look at people with a hint of closeness and timidity.
Although Mrs. Luo was full of doubts, she couldn't help being so cute that her face was covered in blood. She couldn't help touching the fluffy head of the dumplings, in exchange for the small head under her palm to rub it subconsciously.
She smiled more affectionately, and walked in holding the dumpling's hand, "What's your name?"
"Hello, Auntie, my name is Yinyin."
"Where did the sound come from?"
Tuanzi blushed, "Auntie, I live over there." She pointed to the east, "It's very close."
Mrs. Luo didn't take it to heart, thinking that the dumpling's house was in the east direction, holding the dumpling while asking questions.
Mr. Luo washed his hands and went back to the dining table. One big and one small had already sat on the chairs to eat. There were no raised chairs suitable for children in the living room. Mrs. Luo remembered that she had not lost anything she used for her son when she was a child. , told my aunt to fetch the small stool from the utility room.
"Just the one that Ah Sheng used when he was a child."
At the dinner table, Mrs. Luo ignited a long-lost mother's love, coaxing the dumplings into shouting from aunts and aunts. Hearing Mr. Luo's mouth twitching, his face was distorted.
When the dumplings were taken to the bathroom by the auntie to go to the toilet, Mr. Luo leaned over to his wife and said, "That... do you know what this child is?"
"It doesn't matter what the background is, is it not human?" Mrs. Luo said indifferently.
"Then you listen."
"Don't eat it yet, take a deep breath..." Mr. Luo's face hurt, "That child may be our son's daughter!"
With a bang, the spoon in Mrs. Luo's hand fell into the bowl again, splashing the soup, and her eyes widened slightly, "We, our son's daughter???"
Mr. Luo will hear from the dumplings, combined with his own guesses, and said, "That stinky boy in our family has always been unreliable in his work, maybe it's a seed left three years ago."
When the dumpling came back from the bathroom, Mrs. Luo picked up the dumpling and put it on the chair, "You call Ah Sheng and ask him to come back. By the way, what is the situation?"
After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and looked at Tuanzi's little face seriously. It was round and white and tender, with delicate and small facial features. When looking at people with big eyes, she was polite and innocent.
Is this, such a cute and well-behaved child her granddaughter? ?
In the spacious and luxurious living room, several young men were lying on the long sofa, and a few fell on the long-haired carpet, sleeping soundly.
A cell phone rang, breaking the silence of the room.
"...Who, it's so noisy!" The yellow-haired young man woke up first. He didn't know where his upper clothes went. He had a small tiger tattooed on his arm. He opened his eyes in confusion, and the black mobile phone was buzzing on the coffee table beside him. .
Huang Mao reached out and took the mobile phone, which displayed "Ms. Yao".
Luo Sheng's mother's last name was Yao, and Huang Mao woke up instantly.
Shaking the man sleeping on the sofa, "Brother Luo, wake up, Brother Luo, Ms. Yao is calling!"
Ms. Yao, Mrs. Luo raised her eyebrows, the phone was turned on, and the breathing on the other end of the phone could be faintly heard.
Her son had just woken up, his voice confused and hoarse, "Hello?"
Mrs. Luo didn't speak, Mr. Luo was about to swear, and told the little bastard to come back quickly!
Unexpectedly, the dumpling next to him heard the voice of the man opposite, his eyes lit up, he couldn't wait to get close to the phone, and shouted, "Baba!"
Mrs. Luo: "..."
Mr. Luo: "..."
The phone on the other end is also on the speakerphone, and the sound of my father woke up all the buddies who woke up or didn't wake up!
"Dad, Dad?" Huang Mao stammered and looked at the man carefully: "Brother Luo, does it sound like the little golden baby in the Bai family?"
"Don't think about it, who else could have this tone and voice?"
"Brother Luo, you should speak quickly. Is it possible that the little golden doll that was delivered to the door has to be pushed out?"
Darling, behind this little golden doll is a large group worth tens of billions, and it is almost as good as the Luo family!
Getting this little golden doll is equivalent to getting this tens of billions of groups, even if they are so unwilling to make progress, they are all itchy. Their brother Luo actually left that day and left the golden doll behind!
Not everyone can have this kind of courage.
After the man was stunned for a while, his slender fingers tapped on the red on-hook button, and the call was terminated.
He went back to sleep again.
Hu friends and dog friends: "… "
"Tsk, isn't it just like being a father? I also want to be a father worth tens of billions!"
"Brother Luo, you are awake. The little golden dolls have come to recognize their fathers with golden bricks. There is no reason to push them out, right?"
The brown-haired man turned a deaf ear and covered his head with a jacket on the sofa, not too lazy to move.
Mr. Luo used his wife's mobile phone to make a call. He was also afraid that the bastard saw that his number had been hung up. Unexpectedly, even his mother's phone had been hung up, just after the group called out his father.
Mr. Luo and Mrs. looked at each other, and the two looked at the dumplings.
Tuanzi looked blank and a little aggrieved. She also knew that her father hung up the phone, "I, I..."
"Yin, Yinyin didn't do it on purpose." She explained stutteringly, for fear that the two uncles and aunts would get angry and drive her out.
Mrs. Luo and her husband looked at each other and felt that this matter was inseparable. That stinky boy must have heard the voice of the dumplings, otherwise why would he hang up the phone with a guilty conscience
This was the first time Mrs. Luo had her son hang up!
She didn't call again, and dialed another number casually.
"Buzz" turned on the mute mobile phone and vibrated on the coffee table, Huang Mao was startled, "Luo, Luo brother, my mobile phone."
The man remained buried in his jacket, ignoring him.
"A, my aunt hit me here..."
Mr. Luo felt that the dumplings were his own granddaughter. He was walking back and forth in the living room, waiting for his son to come back and beat him.
Mrs. Luo was afraid that he would be too angry, so she drove him aside and did not let him be next to the mobile phone. "You will trick your son back later. You can teach him how you want to teach him."
According to Mrs. Luo, such a cute little granddaughter did not tell her for three years, and did not bring the child back to raise it, which is too irresponsible!
It took more than 20 years to realize that her son turned out to be a scumbag! ! !
After hanging up the phone, Huang Mao was flustered. He clearly didn't do anything wrong, but his heart couldn't come true, "Brother Luo, what did you do to hang up just now? Auntie might think we've done something bad again!"
The brown-haired man was already up, washed his face and took the car keys to leave.
"Brother Luo, where are you going?"
"Go be a father."
Hu friends and dog friends: "… "
The blue Aston Martin crossed a long rainbow, but he did not drive in, but stopped in front of the Luo Family Courtyard.
The living room was full of fun. The couple teased the dumplings and coaxed her to sing. Their brows were full of love and tenderness, just like a newly appointed grandparent.
The laughter and laughter reached the door, and Luo Sheng paused when he stepped into the door.
On the shoe rack stood a pair of small pink shoes less than half the size of a palm. The shoes were just next to his slippers and Mr. Luo's leather shoes, sandwiched between two pairs of large shoes, as bright as that day. The dumpling righteously called his father and said that he wanted him to be raised.
The two children, the two children, were enjoying themselves happily, and the dumpling blushed and hesitated whether to meet the request of the uncle and auntie, and sang to them. Suddenly, the tip of her nose twitched. She sniffed, and without thinking about it, turned her head and ran to the door. .
"Where's the sound?"
"Baba!"
The childish little voice was surprisingly bright, "Dad is back!"
Mr. and Mrs. Luo: "..."