Eighty-first bowl of soup (3)

Xizhi suddenly stiffened. He subconsciously grabbed Qinghuan’s hand and wanted to avoid him, but she hugged him tightly, and her embrace was like a gentle stream of water surrounding him, and her voice was even more pleasant: "It's getting late for you to go home these days, work. It's important, but you have to take care of your body." Her face rubbed lightly on his back, like a kitten. "I will be worried."

Bo Xizhi’s throat was dry. At this moment, he felt very uncomfortable. The proximity to his wife made him feel that he had betrayed Yi Xiaodie, but... he lowered his head and looked at Qinghuan’s hand on his chest. He didn't say a word for a long time.

Qing Huan only hugged him and then let go. She didn't intend to force her, so as not to be too late, it would be troublesome if she just opened her and turned around and left. When she loosened him, she pulled the quilt over him, smiled and said, "Take 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 his eyes. Qinghuan got out of bed after he fell asleep and went to sleep with Mo Ze in the next bedroom. The little guy sleeps well, he rolls into her arms and sleeps soundly in his pajamas, Qinghuan touches his soft hair.

She woke up very early the next morning, unlike in the past, she always slept three poles in the sun, which is called a beauty sleep. I got up early to make breakfast. The cook was surprised when he heard that his wife was going to cook by herself. His eyes were wide. Qinghuan didn’t say anything. In the eyes of everyone, Sheman was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. She was spoiled by her parents when she was still at home. She was hurt by her husband when she was married. He might not even have boiled water, let alone. It’s for breakfast.

But after she did it, the cooks had nothing to say.

Xi Zhibo Youan and his son went downstairs after washing and saw this scene. The sun is warm, and the woman in the living room wears aprons and home clothes, bathing in the morning light and smiling at them, she naturally arranges the dishes in her hand and greets them to eat, and there is a chubby little guy rolling on her legs. Going around, jumping up from time to time to try to steal food.

In the Bo family, this has never happened before. Whether the Bo family or the Xie family is a rich family, as the Miss Xie family and the Bo family’s wife, Sheman doesn’t have to do anything, because someone will do it for her first, and she just needs to be fast every day. Dress yourself up happily, go shopping and have afternoon tea. Her family husband is willing to spoil her like this, but it is different now. I don't know where a Yi Xiaodie popped up, and she has turned her life upside down ever since.

"What are you still trying to do? Come and eat. Today is my first time cooking. You have to **** craft." Qing Huan acted like a little girl with her husband and son in a soft voice.

Such a gentle and beautiful woman cooks breakfast for you personally, even if she is not a wife or mother, she still feels warm.

The Bo family and his son walked to the table and sat down. Qing Huan kept a close but not too sticky distance with them. Knowing that they could not adapt to being touched by others in a short time, they simply focused on taking care of Mo Ze.

She took the initiative to cook, but just wanted the father and son to realize that the three of them are a complete family, so there is no need to do it to the end. Mo Ze, a small clever, deliberately looks like he can’t take care of himself. Fortunately, he is cute and his **** eyes are shiny. People can’t help but want to kiss him and touch him again. Put.

Bo Youan didn't see Mo Ze yesterday and didn't know. It was a little strange to see that a child suddenly appeared at home: "Mom, where did this child come from?"

"I picked it up on the road yesterday when I went out." Qing Huan wiped Mo Ze's mouth and asked, "Don't you think he is cute?"

Bo 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 a home for him." Seeing that the child is white and tender, he has never had any hardships, and it hurts to be held in the palm of his hand. I don't feel bad about losing a child at home. After talking about it, he was afraid of his wife's sadness, so he comforted, "You really like this child. When you find his family, you can consider you a godmother. I think this child is also very likable."

"I don't have a mom and dad!" Mo Ze said loudly, "This is my mom!" He held Qing Huan's arm possessively, and stared at the father and son in front of him vigilantly with big eyes, as if the next second. They were about to **** her away from them.

Seeing the little guy's domineering look, Qing Huan smiled, and said casually: "Mo Ze is really the same as An An when he was a child. At that time, his father wanted to talk to his mother, and An An was angry when he touched his hand, not saying that his mother was An An's. He said he would marry his mother and be a wife when he grows up."

Both father and son of the Bo family were taken aback--they didn't remember. But when Qing Huan said so, it seemed that there was such a thing. When Bo Youan was a child, he was delicate and cute. He was often regarded as a little girl. At that time, he was young and his mother took care of him. Later, as he got older, his mother's focus was no longer on him. But when he was a child, he really liked his mother and felt that his mother was the best in the world. Speaking of which, he gave a jade medal carved by himself on his mother’s birthday last year...

Birthday...Bo Youan just remembered that it would be his mother's birthday in a month. He and his father had already started preparing at this time in previous years, but this year they forgot it!

Bo Xizhi also thought of this, but Qing Huan seemed to not understand their expressions at all, and squeezed Mo Ze's small face: "I took him to ask the police, this child is indeed the death of both parents, so I asked someone to help with the procedures, and this will be my child in the future."

She said "my child" instead of "our child".

My mother has a new child, and she seems to like him very much.

This was the first thought that came to both father and son. Then they felt weird, as if something was wrong, but if they really didn't know what was wrong, their head hurt a bit for a while.

Qinghuan will accept it when he sees it, and after feeding Moze, he will let him go to play alone before he can take care of himself. "is today your off day?"

She looked at the father and son very expectantly. Bo and An’s mind was Yi Xiaodie, and she didn’t want to stay at home. But seeing the expectant expression of her mother, she couldn’t say it for some reason, and drank a big mouthful of porridge. The new rice is thick and soft, with a little sugar added, it is sweet and warm to the heart. He couldn't help but said: "Take a rest."

Bo Xizhi also said in unison: "Take a rest."

Qing Huan smiled. She should be thankful that the father and son had not been completely captured by Yi Xiaodie at this time, at least there was still reason in her mind, and she could wake up for a while. No matter how you look at it, the father and son are very flattering types, and their personalities are also very good. What is so special about the girl named Yi Xiaodie that allows them to disregard the relationship between father and son and become a shared father and son. What's coming?

The stable and mature husband betrayed, and the caring and sensible son killed himself by himself-no one can accept it.

This day is said to be a break, but in fact it is just changing to work in the study room at home. The father and son are busy at work every day, so Qinghuan did not disturb them. She just brought two cups of tea and some pastries in when they started working, and then accompanied Mo Ze to sit by the window in the study to play puzzles. The freshman year is also very interesting, not at all boring.

When Bo Xizhi finished a period of work, she was moving her aching shoulders, and then she saw the two people by the window draped in the sun, smiling on their faces, having fun, but she was afraid of interrupting him and deliberately depressing them. Voice speaks. He seemed to see the situation after his wife had just given birth to her son. At that time, he was working overtime at the company, and when he heard his wife was in labor, his hands were shaking in fright. He didn't know how many red lights he drove along the way.

He was still with her in the delivery room. Hearing her crying and screaming because of extreme pain, his heart was crumpled, wishing he could take her place. Then, when his son was born, he fainted after only one glance. Both families knew about this. Until now, they would still be taken out as a joke after dinner and New Year's holidays.

Bo Xizhi's eyes became very gentle, he unconsciously stood up and walked towards them, trying to join the world he was once so familiar with, but now he felt strange. "Is it fun?"

Both the young and the young raised their heads to look at him, with consistent expressions and a little perplexed in interest. Xizhi found out that his wife was still as beautiful as a girl, only less youthful and more mature than at that time, but this kind of dignified and gentle beauty is exactly what the flame-like Yi Xiaodie does not have.

Sheman is a very well-behaved girl. She has been obedient and sensible since she was a child. She always makes Bo Xizhi full of protective desires. He thinks he will love her forever.

"Here, I can't find it anymore." Qing Huan raised a piece of the puzzle in his hand, "the rest of these pieces don't seem to be right."

Mo Ze also watched eagerly, without any pressure to be cute: "Dad, help me and mom."

The little baby has a round face and round eyes and a round mouth. She is so cute that it makes Bo Xi a moment of time seem to go back more than ten years ago. His wife also took it and sat on the carpet in front of the window to play games. They mother and son The two always encounter some small problems, and then they ask him for help. But again, that stinky boy, when his father called Tian Tian when he begged him, he turned his face and refused to recognize someone to **** his wife from him...

Qinghuan smiled on her lips, she did it on purpose, since the father and son slowly forgot, then slowly remembered.

Memory is the most amazing thing, isn’t it?