Chapter 157

Qin's mother is a gentle woman, knowledgeable and reasonable. She has the unique virtuous temperament of literati. When Qin rang went up with little star in her arms, she took a look at Yu Yu and waved to Yu Yu: "come on, you look good recently. Do you still have dysmenorrhea? Is the prescription given to you by my aunt useful last time? "

"Useful." Words and metaphors bring gifts to Qin's mother, which are not valuable, but just to express her heart.

Qin's mother and father happily accepted it.

Father Qin asked, "didn't Jean take you to dinner? I say it's too late to get home. I'm hungry. "

"I didn't take it to dinner." Qin rang's warm voice came down from the stairs on the second floor. He said with a smile, "because it's said that he wants to make dumplings for us."

The words and expressions were stunned, and then they reacted. They couldn't help bending their eyes.

Where did she say that.

It's Qin rang who wants to eat her dumplings.

Qin let tall figure slowly walked to the side of the metaphor, did not sit down, on the back of her sofa.

Qin's mother said with a smile, "ah Yu works so hard. It's hard to see us two old people. How can she cook?"

"It's OK, auntie. I'll do it. The dumplings are fast. Have you eaten them? Let's have some, too. "

Qin rang and Yanyu go into the kitchen together. Qin Nanfeng sees them go in, kicks their legs off the sofa and goes to the kitchen door. He also wants to go in.

But Qin let hang Mou to look at his son one eye, wrung eyebrows, want to also don't want to close the kitchen door: "lampblack smell heavy, go out to watch TV."

Let Qin Nanfeng outside dry stare, he frowned, dad really bad, he also want to make dumplings with aunt Yan.

In the kitchen, the warm lights were shining over them. It was said that they were familiar with the kitchen of the Qin family, so she found out the dumpling skin herself.

Qin rang, standing behind her, added, "I've got the dumpling stuffing done."

Yu Yu said with a smile: "so, you have been waiting for me to work for a long time, eh?"

Qin rang only smiles but does not speak.

She took out her hair ring and tied up her long soft hair loosely. The hair ring was not very tight. It wanted to fall, but it would not fall. It was itching.

Black hair is like ink, beauty is like jade.

The beauty is making dumplings now, and her white fingers make the shape of dumplings. After a while, there is a full plate on the plate beside her.

Qin rang just like that, staring at it, his eyes flowing with emotions that even he didn't know.

Yuyu made dumplings and bent down to look for a leaky spoon in the cupboard below.

The sweater is too short. As soon as you bend down, you will see a small section of white, which is startling.

She quickly stood up straight body, a few strands of broken hair has floated down, hanging in the ear side, her hands are dumpling stuffing, still struggling how to lift the hair up.

There was a warm body behind him.

The man's slender fingers gently pinched the strands of hair and clipped them behind his ears.

In the process of action, it is inevitable that there will be body contact.

Then, inevitably, the tip of the ear turns red sensitively, like an attractive little rabbit.

Qin rang chuckled. Yu avoided him and said, "don't make trouble here."

With that, he put water into the pot.

Qin rang didn't care much about what she said. After a meeting, he took out his mobile phone and felt that the scene in front of him was as beautiful as a painting. He took the beautiful woman under the light into his mobile phone with the warm kitchen light.

Beauty skin clear, slim, but exquisite, a single figure and a beautiful profile, people can not help but want to see such a beauty's face.

Qin let finger rub the mobile phone a few times, for a long time, he sent a circle of friends.

There are only words in this picture.

After the post, he quietly leaned on the glass platform, waiting for everyone's comments and praise.

Qin rang's circle of friends in the past has almost no trace of life. In the past, most of them used to forward legal related push. Unexpectedly, now suddenly a woman's back is still in the kitchen.

This is Did you disclose Qin Nanfeng's mother?

Qin rang's circle friends blew up.

"Has lawyer Qin made it public?"

"Congratulations

"A mouthful of dog food."

"The iron tree has blossomed for a thousand years. It's a different beauty when it opens."

"Why I feel like a metaphor? " This is the comment of my former colleagues in the law firm.

Qin Nanfeng is also playing with his mobile phone. He immediately sees his father's circle of friends and purses his lips. Instead of praising his father, he steals his father's picture without saying a word and posts it on his own twitter.

Like father and son, they have no words.

After a while, some classmates commented.

Qin Nanfeng saw a classmate and said that his mother was so beautiful. The corners of his lips he pursed raised a little, and he couldn't hide his smile.After a while, the hot dumplings came out, and the aroma overflowed.

Qin rang put away her cell phone and took the plate in her hand: "I'll take it."

He said, looking at her clear black eyes in the mist, his heart became a pool of lake water.

This is the person he wants to hold on to all his life.

The next day was Qin Nanfeng's birthday.

Qin rang drove to the shopping mall in central London with Yanyu, Xiaoxing and Qin Nanfeng. When Qin rang wanted to park, Yanyu first went into the shopping mall with Xiaoxing and Nanfeng.

Little star coquettishly finds out the lollipop from the metaphor bag. She gives it to Qin Nanfeng, but Qin Nanfeng has grown up. Although he doesn't like it, he also takes the lollipop.

Several people sat on the sofa, waiting for Qin rang.

Little star soft way: "Mom, can I sit on your lap?"

"Of course."

She is happy to lean on the arms of the metaphor, she holds a lollipop in her hand, smilingly: "Mom, do you want to share a mouthful of my love?"

She raised the lollipop to her lips.

He took a mouthful of praise.

Little star said naively: "I have a great love. When I give it to my mother, I will have two love." She turned her eyes and looked at Qin Nanfeng with black eyes. "Brother Nanfeng, do you have such a big love?"

Qin Nanfeng I don't know what to answer.

Yu Ai Jiao touched the little star's hair and didn't notice it. On the sofa opposite, there was a little boy about three years old sitting quietly.

Wearing a blazer, no expression on his face.

Deep black eyes staring at the three people. Mingming is still so small, but there is no adult to take care of him. He is quiet and clever. He looks lonely.