flirt with a rich man

"Don't cry." Hou Hao was overwhelmed with the baby in his arms, "I told you not to cry!"

Yiming was stunned by the roar, he hiccupped and picked his nose, different from his normal breath, the child expressed his dissatisfaction in the most direct and quick way, "Woo Papa, ah woo." Twisting his body to his father That reaches out.

The small body was writhing in his arms, Hou Hao patiently put him next to the person on the bed, Xiao Zhuo fell into a deep sleep and didn't know what happened.

As soon as his feet touched the bed, he cried and lay on Xiao Zhuo's body, his head buried in his father's neck as usual, his butt facing the villain.

Xiao Zhuo felt his head was heavy, and there was a mountain on his body, subconsciously stretched out his arms to hug a small ball, opened his eyes skillfully, put his son into the quilt, kissed his forehead, and said in a daze: " Sleep, don't cry."

Yiming lay in his father's arms sobbing, secretly looking at the man with his small eyes.

Standing by the bed, Hou Hao watched condescendingly, lifting Xiao Zhuo's chin to look left and right, like a pig about to be sold.

Ding--

"Well, I'll go back tomorrow."

"I'll go back and tell them."

Then he sent the other party's spitting dirty clothes out, and the man sat aside and took a nap, glanced at the size of the bed, and finally cut off his thoughts.

"Why hasn't Xiao Zhuo come yet?" Lin Xia turned around and asked the fat man who was eating hard, "Go and see."

The fat man couldn't stop eating, "Whatever you look at, if you don't see anyone now, you must have left." After speaking, he stood up and toasted, "Come, come, let us all have a drink in class 143."

While hesitating, seeing Li Qiqi's eyes full of deep meaning, Lin Xia hurriedly stood up and echoed the fat man, "Come on."

Li Qiqi thought that seeing Xiao Zhuo could calm her down, but in an instant, this belief was shattered on the ground. Chao Chen was in a bad mood all night, she didn't want to coax him, she deserved it.

In the dream, he sent the drunk Mr. Hou into the room, and then beat the other half to death when he forced it hard, Xiao Zhuo was so happy, his head felt a pain, "Hiss—" Huai Leaning against a ball, pulled him back to reality, supported his forehead and said, "Yiming?"

Yiming was shaken awake, Xiaoshou rubbed his eyes, and retracted into his father's arms without saying a word.

Children usually don't make trouble, but relying on him as a parent, Xiao Zhuo feels that there is nothing more heartwarming than this, and Yiming is very close to him.

When I wanted to sleep again, I finally realized something was wrong.

Wait, where is this?

An unfamiliar male voice came from behind.

"woke up?"

Xiao Zhuo looked back dully and saw a person unexpectedly.

The eyes of the two collided in mid-air, Hou Hao just sat there, silently looking at Xiao Zhuo, expressionless.The suit on his body was meticulous, probably after sitting all night, he turned his neck slightly.

Occasionally there will be pictures of men in magazines, the real person is colder than the picture, this is Xiao Zhuo's intuitive feeling, he paused for a moment and immediately got out of bed with Yiming who hadn't beaten the sleepy bug away, a coolness swished behind him, his face turned violent As soon as the ground turned red, he immediately fled back into the quilt, his head froze and couldn't start.

"The clothes will be delivered right away." Hou Hao walked to the bathroom and left a casual sentence, but within a moment there was the sound of rushing water.

Yiming was still in a daze, and it was difficult for the child to wake up, Xiao Zhuo held his forehead and blushed.

The clothes were brought over by Hou Hao. The 187 man leaned casually on the door frame, with profound features, raised his eyebrows and nodded, 'you can wear clothes'.

Nothing could be more embarrassing than this, Xiao Zhuo shook his son slightly to wake him up, stared at his father with a "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

It seems nothing to my son to see Lao Tzu being red and white, so what does it mean to show him?

It seems that everyone is male and it's okay.

No no no, it's not just 'everyone is a man'.

Xiao Zhuo kept fighting in his heart, and finally straightened his waist, and began to put on clothes one by one fearlessly, as if he was going to the college entrance examination.

"Thank you Mr. Hou yesterday. We're sorry to disturb you." Xiao Zhuo bent down and bowed while hugging his son. Compared with the initial panic, he calmed down and took a deep breath.

"Last night, I greeted the eighteenth generation of my ancestors. Is it enough to say sorry?" Hou Hao chuckled while maintaining his leaning position.

Xiao Zhuo was silent for a few seconds, and began to recall what he said last night, and the alarm bell rang out, "I talk nonsense when I'm drunk, Mr. Hou, I'm sorry." Another bow.

Hou Hao's expression was a bit complicated, and his heart was very agitated after changing his posture, as if the meeting between the two of them should not be like this in the imagination, "You, follow me, how about it."

Xiao Zhuo: "..." I couldn't help but take a few steps back, but I didn't want the other party's arms to wrap around his strong waist.

Unlike a woman's soft and resilient touch, which is hard, Hou Hao recalled that night 2 years ago in his mind, and his brows frowned more and more tightly.

Since there was a child in his arms, the grip was very loose, Xiao Zhuo regained his freedom after a few struggles, and said incredulously, "What kind of international joke are you making?" Meaning... keep him?

Xiao Zhuo was disgusted by his own thoughts, he trembled all over, goosebumps fell all over the ground, and looked at Hou Hao with even more disgust.

The other party's reaction did not escape the man's eyes, and he frowned and said: "Two years ago, I deliberately climbed into my bed, and now I want to erect a memorial archway?" He retracted his hand and raised the other party's chin. His face was a bit vicissitudes, and his skin was not as good as it is now. The young man also didn't understand why he came up with the idea of ​​"raising", "I didn't expect you to find a woman one day after selling your ass." He looked meaningfully into Xiao Zhuo's arms.

Xiao Zhuo was so angry that he clenched his fists and told himself that he couldn't beat him, that he couldn't beat him, that he couldn't afford to beat him, and continued to recite the Diamond Sutra silently.

One hand covered the ear of his son who worked so hard to pick his nose, and said seriously: "Mr. Hou, I don't remember what happened two years ago. If there is anything that you have always hated, I will solemnly say 'I'm sorry. ', now I live a good life and have a happy family." In the end, he almost gritted his teeth.

"Oh?" Hou Hao took a few steps forward, the distance between the two was very close, Xiao Zhuo's eyelashes could be seen clearly, this face had no special features, ordinary eyes, ordinary nose, ordinary mouth, making up an ordinary face faces of passers-by.

Women often say that the first man will always remember, so is it the same for the first man of a man?

Hou Hao was obsessed with leaning over and kissing, it was all soft to the touch, when Xiao Zhuo was in heat and was impatient to hit him, he let go of Xiao Zhuo, turned around with a chuckle, and sat down with his usual expression, upright, and took it by hand. He got up and started to read the newspaper on the table, and said lightly, "Let's go."

"Ah Papa, Ah Woo." Yiming's eyes widened and he wanted to climb up to kiss him, but Xiao Zhuo pressed him down with one hand.

So angry that the volcano erupted and did not dare to move the big Buddha in front of him, Xiao Zhuo wiped his mouth vigorously, hugged his son tightly and went out.

"Yiming, you can't mess around when you grow up, do you know that?" Xiao Zhuo wiped his mouth again, teaching his son as he walked, "You didn't see anything just now, do you know?"

What responded to him was an authentic baby language.

Sighing helplessly, Xiao Zhuo hugged him tightly and screamed, as if he had been bitten by a dog, getting along with each other bit by bit, this child meant the only thing to him.

When I was eight months old, I was only over two catties, and I was still spitting up milk after breastfeeding. During that time, my heart was broken, and I didn’t dare to sleep because I was busy waiting for me, because I was afraid of something wrong. The more he raises it, the worse it gets, but the healthier it becomes.

"Go back and make milk powder for you." With a soft voice, Xiao Zhuo turned his face and rubbed his son's smooth forehead, which smelled of milk.

Yiming bit his finger, laying his head on his father's shoulder.

When he got home, his heart was heavy and he couldn't let go. It was too late to see the time, and half a day's wages would be deducted when he went to work. Xiao Zhuo was upset and asked for a day off.

Putting his son on the old man's chair to play alone, Xiao Zhuo was about to make lunch for his mother-in-law, when the phone rang halfway through, he saw an unfamiliar number.

"Hey?"

"It's me, Lin Xia."

I don’t really understand how she got the number. I played well with her in college, because both of them like to go to comic exhibitions, and Li Qiqi had to thank her for being successful at that time. Thinking of this, Xiao Zhuo put down the kitchen knife Looking at Yiming playing with a smile in his eyes, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Actually, it's nothing." Lin Xia was a little embarrassed, "Super Chen, I thought he was sincere, and I didn't know what happened yesterday. Xiao Zhuo, you left early yesterday, I'm afraid you will feel bad."

Not feeling well?

Seeing Yiming reach out and clap his hands at him, Xiao Zhuo walked over and sat down, An was too old to be able to survive when he was just learning to walk, so he let him walk slowly, "No, I just came out without knowing how much I drank yesterday I won't be uncomfortable, I have children now, the past is over, I won't be hypocritical."

Xiao Zhuo touched his heart and felt that what he was telling was the truth. Now that he was too young and only considered his own feelings, Li Qiqi liked a rich life in his heart. Obviously, he couldn't afford this kind of life. It's better to separate early and give the other party a good one. In the end, she proposed to break up and she was sad to learn from online people and commit suicide by using too much affection.

"Don't worry, I don't need to think about it." Xiao Zhuo thought about it and added, "Super Chen will treat her very well."

Lin Xia on the other end of the phone let out a sigh of relief, "Are you settled in City B?"

"Well, I'm not leaving."

"I found a company in city b for an internship. When I have time, I can go out to get together, or go to the comic exhibition haha."

This sentence made me laugh, Xiao Zhuo said: "Okay, make an appointment when you are free."

Before the phone was hung up, Yiming sat down with one buttocks, and one fell down inadvertently. Xiao Zhuo immediately hugged his head and rubbed his head, "Why does it hurt? Call it out."

Yiming touched his head with a small hand, his mouth was flattened, and tears rolled in his eyes, holding back.

This masculinity is so obvious at such a young age, Xiao Zhuo gave his son a thumbs-up, but then thought of a possibility, whoever it is... His face became darker and darker.

Certainly not with him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——" a loud cry rushed to the sky, Yiming couldn't help crying, Xiao Zhuo smiled and comforted his son while comforting himself.

Look, the son still does what he wants.

……

A small episode of Hou Hao did not affect Xiao Zhuo's mood. He was worried about his whereabouts for a few days without any disturbances.

"The old lady's condition has become very bad. It is recommended to transfer to another hospital." The doctor looked apologetic.

Xiao Zhuo looked at the film and asked meticulously, "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

"The situation is no longer something that our hospital can guarantee to solve without a doubt. You can give the old lady a stable life for the last time, or you can transfer to another hospital for further treatment." The doctor gave him a suggestion.

Yiming hugged the lunch box, Xiao Zhuo hugged Yiming, sat outside the ward for a long time and finally entered with a smile, "Mother-in-law, I'm here to see you."

The old lady was in a bad mood, and tremblingly raised her hand to touch her great-grandson, "Come on... ah..."

Xiao Zhuo took the old lady's hand and put it on Yiming's body, and sat down to feed the old lady some food, bit by bit.

"Mother-in-law, we will change to another hospital for treatment tomorrow."

"Don't... treat it, the old woman... will not live long...."

"It needs to be cured." Xiao Zhuo clenched that rough hand tightly, and it hurt his face when it touched it. The old man's smell was also very obvious, and he murmured: "Mother-in-law, let's treat it."

With tears in her eyes, the old lady caressed the top of her grandson's head lovingly, "Don't...waste money."

"Mother-in-law, I have money." He couldn't imagine the possibility of the last relative leaving, restraining his tear glands and swore: "We have money to see a doctor."

After being transferred to another hospital, the situation improved slightly. Xiao Zhuo also withdraws money from ATMs more and more. The old lady seems to want to hear her great-grandson call her. Round old lady.

The end of the year was approaching, the hospital was unable to recover and finally issued a notice, and the situation improved only for a while. Xiao Zhuo stood outside the ward for a long time. Because he had to take care of the old lady, the work of the barber shop became more and more distracting. Finally, he resigned voluntarily. The old lady didn't want to be by her side for long.

"Azuo." Yiming said.

Xiao Zhuo shook his head helplessly, "How did you learn to speak so slowly?"

Yiming's walking gradually became more stable. In the afternoon, he took a small step and grabbed his father's pants, raised his head, "Zuzu."

Xiao Zhuo knelt down and said excitedly, "Scream again."

"Zuzu." After Yiming finished, he lowered his head and concentrated on picking his hands.

The corners of Xiao Zhuo's mouth moved down and up, and finally picked up his son and rushed to the hospital with a lunch box. The old lady was in a very bad condition, and her consciousness was in a daze, "Call to Zuzu again."

Yiming wanted to touch the old lady curiously, "Zuzu." His son's voice was soft.

The old lady opened her mouth slightly, and she couldn't see who was who in her cloudy eyes. She panted a few times and touched her great-grandson, then nodded lightly. Xiao Zhuo called Zuzu all afternoon.

In the evening, the old lady was in better spirits and was able to chat with people intermittently. Xiao Zhuo chatted with Yiming in his arms, talking about things about her childhood, and the old lady looked at the two with more loving eyes.

"Call again." The old lady trembled twice.

Xiao Zhuo said: "Yiming, called Zuzu."

Yiming climbed onto Zuzu's bed, squinted his eyes and tilted his head, his voice was a bit loud, "Zuzu!"

As if there was nothing to ask for in life, the old lady closed her eyes, with a smile still on the corner of her mouth, Xiao Zhuo tucked in the quilt and walked out with her second son, before leaving, she looked back deeply, kissed her son, and said softly: "You are so amazing .”

After 1 o'clock in the morning, the old lady left.

Xiao Zhuo watched the person push into the operating room and finally pushed out, but nothing came out of his ears.

Yiming also noticed the different Zuzu, at first he cried a few times happily, but then he cried.

He was crying so hard, Xiao Zhuo couldn't coax him well no matter how he cried, his small body was crying and he leaned back, scratching the air with his hands, "Yiming, don't cry." Wiping off the tears, the tears still flowed.

Xiao Zhuo gave up, and he still cried. Yiming knew that the old lady was gone, and he still had feelings for Zuzu.

The old lady left happily, without any regrets.

That was the worst time Yiming cried.