Chapter 111 My mommy will cook noodles for you!

  The eyes are familiar, but I can’t think of who they look like for a while. This photo was taken very far, and the child’s face is not particularly clear after zooming in. The only clear and obvious recognition is—

  There is such a small child beside Su Shi? !

  Whose child?

  Jing Luozhou still zoomed in on the photo in the car and looked at the child’s face carefully. It always felt like he had seen it somewhere, but how could he have seen a little girl who looked only about four years old?

Inexplicably, I suddenly remembered that when he was a child, his brother seemed to have such a cute face before he was five or six years old. Later, Jing Jihan grew up with his age, and the cuteness when he was a child has long disappeared. Not to mention getting more and more handsome, and more and more indifferent and inhuman, but when Jing Luozhou was still young, his impression of Jing Jihan when he was very young was really vague.

  Uncle Li, the housekeeper, had long seen Jing Luozhou come back, but the car stopped in the inner courtyard of the Jing’s old house for a long time and didn’t get off. He thought something was wrong, so he hurried over and knocked on the door: "Second Young Master?"

  Jing Luozhou recovered, pressed off the phone screen, got out of the car and hurried back to dine with the old man. Although it was a meal, it seemed like an arduous task was waiting for him.

  Uncle Li suppressed a smile when he saw Jing Luozhou's dark face when he got out of the car and walked toward the main hall.

If it weren’t for Mr. Jing to let him take over Jiang Jingruhua’s, he had specially sealed off the cards in his hand. As a result, Jing Luozhou would have to go home often to eat if he didn’t want to spend a hard time outside, and he had to go obediently. The company went to work, and Jing Jihan had a tacit understanding with his old man, so he didn't plan to help him at all.

  The second youngest son of the wildest Jing family had to be tortured by the spirit of the father recently to become a good grandson of twenty-four filial piety. It is really rare to go home on time and on time.

During the dinner, Jing Luozhou's ears, who had been taught by the old man for a long time, were worn to the point of no sensation during the dinner. The left ear went in and the right ear went out for a long time. Suddenly, he heard the old man recall that year and mentioned his brother when he was a child. Subconsciously took another sentence: "What did my brother look like when he was a child?"

  Old man Jing scolded him coldly, and glanced at him with disgust: "Letter than you."

Jing Luozhou took a sip of the soup that the servant had just served, and his hot tongue was knotted, and he quickly went back: "Grandpa, you are eccentric. Anyway, your grandson, I am also standing on the ceiling of the face value. Fortunately for me. This mental health, otherwise you have been hit by you for more than 20 years, you will have long since been **** off."

   "It's fine for me not to be mad at you." Grandpa Jing gave him a sideways look.

Jing Luozhou didn’t answer any more. After the dinner, he asked a few questions about his brother’s childhood. After all, he was too young to remember, but the old man is now very old. He is very concerned about what happened more than 20 years ago. It's true that I don't remember clearly, except that Jing Jihan looked good when he was a child.

  Yes, if you ask, it's no question.

   "Uncle Li, do you have a picture of my brother when he was a kid?" He turned to ask the old housekeeper.

Uncle Li: "Back to the Second Young Master, Mr. Jing did not like being photographed as he was when he was a child. When he was very young, the only few pictures that seemed to be left didn’t seem to be at home. When I was in the hospital, I didn’t know where I got it. Maybe it was in Xuannan’s other hospital. You also know that now, except for us who are getting older, no one will go to see the dusty place twenty years ago. Old photo album."

  In Xuannan Bieyuan?

  I'm afraid I can't find it for a while.

   "The Second Young Master asks what this does?"

   "It's okay, I usually get tired of seeing my brother's cold face, and I want to reminisce about his appearance when he was a child." Jing Luozhou squeezed out an insincere smile and went straight back to the car.

  Uncle Li twitched the corners of his mouth.

When Jing Jihan was young, he didn’t take care of people very much. He was indifferent and didn’t get close to anyone, but although he was young, he was very sensible. He had a calm temper and a calm temper. What impressed them most as a servant was At that time, Jing Luozhou, who had just turned 1 year old, peeed on Jing Jihan, who was 4 years old. Jing Jihan lifted Jing Luozhou up and beaten him with a black face...

  That seemed to be the only time Jing Jihan got angry at Jing's house.

  I don’t know if it’s because of this reason, the second young master of the Jing family has been wild since he was a child.

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  The next day.

  Shimianmian kindergarten held a sports meeting, the teacher asked the children to recite slogans, all kinds of cheering, all kinds of best, all kinds of cheerleaders.

  As a result, Shi Mianmian always shouted in her mouth on the way back these past two days: Mommy is the best, Mommy is a fairy, Mommy is the cutest, Mommy rushes and rushes.

  It was a bit late to pick up the child today. She just took Mian Mian to the children’s restaurant to have a good meal, and then went home after eight o’clock.

  Shi Su came back from the play in a good mood, and accompanied Shi Mianmian to be naive.

  She did not pay attention to the vehicles in front of the community, bowed her head and exaggerated each other continuously.

   "Mommy is an angel!"

   "Mianmian is a little angel~"

   "Mommy is the most beautiful angel!"

   "Mianmian is the cutest little angel~"

   "Mommy is a super gentle and super beautiful archangel!"

  "Mianmian is cute, cute, cute, love little angel~"

  Black Bentley parked on the side of the road.

  Jing Jihan was forced to listen to their mother and daughter blowing each other for five minutes, rubbing his brow bones, and dropping down the car window.

  Shi Su was about to pull Shi Mianmian home and continue the more exaggerated business exchanges. Suddenly, Mian Mian's eyes facing her and Ma Lu brightened, and she shouted excitedly behind her: "Uncle Ji Han!"

  Shi Su suddenly turned his head subconsciously, and suddenly saw the familiar black Bentley parked on the side of the road in the entrance of her house behind him, and then looked at the man in the driving seat in the window of the car.

Before she could come back to her senses, Shi Mianmian leaped directly on the open car window on the side of the co-driver, stepped on the stone edge of the roadside, with two little hands working **** the car window, and stretched her neck towards Look inside: "Uncle Ji Han, I miss you so much! Where have you been?"

   Shisu quickly reached out to pull her off the expensive car door: "Shi Mianmian, don't pick up the car window, come down!"

Jing Jihan opened the door on the other side and got out of the car. Mianmian hurriedly broke away from Shisu's hand, bypassed the body and rushed to Jing Jihan's legs, clinging to Jing Jihan's legs with very skillful movements: "Wow wow wow wow wow I miss Uncle Ji Han so much!"

  Jing Jihan’s lips faintly evoked, and he touched Shi Mian’s little head: "Is it a good behaved recently?"

"Good boy, I'm very good!" Shi Mianmian held his leg, raised his head and smiled, no matter when Shi Su stood by and tried to reach out to pull her little koala from Jing Jihan's leg, but always Unable to reach out, he blinked his big eyes and said, "Uncle Ji Han, you are so handsome!"

  Shisu has a headache and strokes his forehead, this little nympho!

  Jing Jihan raised Yaren's deep Qingjun eyebrows, and looked at Shisu: "Have you eaten?"

  I did eat it, Shi Su nodded honestly.

  Jing Jihan: "I haven't eaten yet."

  Shisu: "……"

  Suddenly a crisp voice came from his legs: "Uncle Ji Han is going to our house to eat, my mommy will cook noodles for you!"

  Jing Jihan followed the kindness, and answered Shi Mianmian, but his eyes were looking at Shi Su: "Okay."

  Shisu: "......?!"

  (End of this chapter)