Eighty-first bowl of soup (2)

Mo Ze likes food in the human world very much. Like Qinghuan, he believes that humans are very strange creatures, both good and evil. He has stayed in Naihe Bridge for a long time and missed the food in the world very much, so when he landed, the first thing he did was to pull Qinghuan to eat.

At first Qing Huan was still thinking about what she should do, but the little fat man kept pulling her skirt corners to be cute and trying to hug him. She had to bend down and hug him, and then went downstairs.

Anyway, there is no one in this family anymore, and the servants won't bother with her.

Mo Ze saw the freshly baked strawberry cake, and his greedy saliva flowed down, but he sat in the child seat obediently and asked Qinghuan to put a bib on him, and then took up the knife and fork to eat with difficulty. Eating and squinting contentedly: "Master eats too."

Qinghuan has one thing in common with Little Fatty, that is, they like to eat. This is still polite with Mo Ze. He could only eat by touching her, okay?

The two shared a strawberry cake. As a middle-aged lady, Sherman had nothing to do all day, nothing more than attending banquets, playing cards and shopping, and had a lot of free time. Both her husband and son are very capable, and she doesn't need to worry about company affairs at all.

What's more, now that Qinghuan is in her body, there is no need to worry about it. Although Yi Xiaodie acted arbitrarily, she valued money very much, because money can lead a good life, so no matter what happens, among all her men, the two most profitable father and son have always been her harem. The mainstay.

Counting the time, the father and son are now being fascinated by Yi Xiaodie, and they can share with each other as well as a woman. Two gods of the sky are willing to surrender to the same woman at the same time. Although Qinghuan knows that Yi Xiaodie is very attractive, she really wants to see in person, what kind of 16-year-old girl is she who can charm her mature and stable husband and her filial and caring son together.

Will she also be fascinated?

After Mo Ze ate the strawberry cake, he took a big ice cream and hugged him. The little mouth was everywhere. Qinghuan wiped him, holding him on the sofa and watching TV. He looked at his watch and found that It's almost time for dinner. Both father and son should be back tonight, but it's not a long time. The company's annual meeting is coming. They will have a lot of work to do for the upcoming holiday.

It's a very interesting family, but it collapsed suddenly.

A sixteen-year-old girl should still be in high school, how did he make business tycoons, business rookies, gangsters, high-ranking princes, European dukes...and so on, all men moved for her to die for her? Even Qinghuan, who has lived for an unknown period of time, has never been treated like this.

"If the master wants to know, I can read it--"

A scoop of ice cream was stuffed into his small mouth, and he smiled and said: "It's not necessary. It's boring to know everything. Don't you think it will be fun if we dig it ourselves?"

is it? Mo Ze thought about it seriously, and finally felt...what the master said was right, he just needs to be obedient.

It's so good to be a no-brainer, you don't need to work hard at Naihe Bridge like when the master is away. He is just a little kid who grows up! The more Mo Ze thought about it, the more reasonable he became, and he wished to squat on the ground and hit the dirt on his body to prove that he was really a child.

While holding him, Qinghuan touched her mobile phone and called her husband. It rang for a while before being connected. She asked him if he would come back. Her husband’s voice was as gentle as usual: “No, I’m working overtime tonight. You An will go back later, and if you are sleepy, go to bed earlier."

It is a pity that she is at her age like a wolf and a tiger. Although Sherman is not a young girl in her teens or twenties, she has a good life and is well-kept and looks even more beautiful, but they have not been between husband and wife for about half a year. After doing it, she didn't feel strange at all.

Qing Huan took Mo Ze to dinner slowly. After eating, the little guy turned his belly and said that he was sleepy. Qing Huan rubbed his stomach while gently humming. When the little guy fell asleep, he hugged him into the room. Then he continued to wait in the living room.

It was about eleven o'clock before the father and son came back. Qinghuan had already fallen asleep on the edge of the sofa. He didn't open his eyes when he heard the movement from the door. Knowing that Bo Xizhi had reached her in front of her, she squatted and pushed her: "Manman, wake up and sleep here. If you catch a cold, get up and go to the room."

She rubbed her eyes, and she was obviously the mother of a young man in her twenties, and she showed a little childishness: "Xizhi, you are back, where is An'an?"

"I'm here, mom."

Qing Huan saw that the father and son avoided her by appointment, and did not even have any physical contact with her. Of course this is not normal. She and Bo Xizhi have had a good morning and good night kiss for ten years, and Bo Youan will kiss her even when she goes home. This family has always been warm and happy.

But now they will not take the initiative to touch her, and even avoid some very ordinary contacts. The girl named Yi Xiaodie is very monopolistic, and she doesn't like her man to come into contact with any woman, even her mother or sister.

Qing laughed for a while. The father and son knew that they had come back, which meant that their minds had not been completely eroded, at least there was still some reason. She smiled slightly and said, “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. Let’s have some supper. I will make it for you myself. But do you remember the shaomai that you loved very much when you were in school, and the beans that Youan likes? volume."

She walked towards the kitchen while talking, her tone was very gentle, and her mood was graceful and moving, naturally persuasive, and soon the father and son followed her in her footsteps and was taken to the kitchen by her—Qinghuan smelled them. The same smell of shower gel, I wanted to have a trip with Yi Xiaodie before going home.

If she is really Sheman, I don't know how sad it is. Obviously, I want them to come back. This is the most sad thing. Because it's a family member, you can't just watch their father and son make mistakes again and again, even if you die because of it, you 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 busy with her. There were many servants in the house. In fact, she didn't need to do it herself at all, but... Seeing the steamy midnight snack on the table, both I couldn't help but sat down and picked up the chopsticks.

Along with the food entering the stomach, there is also a moment of clarity and warmth, as well as the memory of a happy family together in the past.

Haste is not enough, the truth is clear and happy. No matter who Yi Xiaodie is, no matter what she has, the decades of family and love between Sherman and the father and son are not fake. Sooner or later, she will be able to bring these two people back to this home again. However, at that time, only the two of them are left in this house, and Sheman will never come back.

After eating supper, Bo went back to the room to take a bath and sleep, Qinghuan personally put water on Bo Xizhi, and then went out of the bathroom. Sherman is a conservative woman by nature, and will never do anything out of the ordinary, but - sometimes, there will be an exception.

Since love and affection have been forgotten, can't it be enough to make them remember?

Qinghuan thinks so.

So she went into the bathroom while Bo Xizhi was in the bath. She naturally took a towel and wiped him. Bo Xizhi immediately avoided, realizing that she moved too much, and dryly explained, "I'm afraid Wet you..."

Qinghuan smiled at him: "You forgot, when we first got married, you always wanted me to wipe your back."

Those are indeed very distant memories. Under Yi Xiaodie's deliberate efforts, these beautiful memories are gradually being forgotten. As the heat was steaming, Bo Xizhi was a little dazed, Qing Huan’s hand moved on his back, he suddenly remembered that a long, long time ago, they had just married, at that time the honey was mixed with oil, wishing to stick together every minute and every second, love seemed to be Scorching and piping hot, moving. They used to mess around here many times. He held this woman and watched her grow up and become a girl since she was a baby, then become his wife, become a woman under him, and then become a mother...

He has said that he loves her many times.

Bo Xizhi's head hurt suddenly, Qinghuan put down the towel in his hand and rubbed his temples, and said with care: "What's wrong, is it too hard for me to work? I'll press it for you later when I sleep. I told Lin yesterday. Madam and they went to the SPA, and they felt comfortable after doing it. Do you think I have no wrinkles at all?"

She deliberately approached Bo Xizhi, her delicate face under the water vapor in the bathroom was like freshly peeled egg whites, so bright and white that people couldn't help but want to take a bite.

Without giving Bo Xizhi time to answer, she waved her hand and got up-proper intimacy is necessary, but being intimate all the time is counterproductive. "I'll go out first, you can take a shower and come out soon."

She seems to have become the Sheman of the teenage years, and she no longer always looks dignified and graceful. This kind of intimacy has a somewhat willful tone, which unfortunately has not been heard for many years. He stared at Qing Huan's back blankly, his eyes gradually became pitch black, and then he lost his sobriety in an instant.

After taking a shower, he lay down on the bed, Qing Huan kneeled down beside him and gave him a massage. By the way, he told him that he had picked up a child on the road and thought it was cute and wanted to raise him.

Bo Xizhi didn't pay attention, and gave a casual hum. The corners of Qinghuan's mouth slightly raised, and he turned on the TV to the news channel he often watched. Then, when Bo Xizhi was attentively watching the news, he gently lay down on his back. , Holding his shoulders with both hands.