Gu huaimo reluctantly opened his mouth and chewed half a spoon of cake in his mouth.
Xiaomeng flat mouth, hate him.
Didn't you say no? Why do you eat again? Dad doesn't usually eat these.
Wei Zi smiled and gave Xiaomeng a bite: "well, we can't eat too much to sleep at night, otherwise it's bad for our stomach."
"OK, dad and Mommy take Xiaomeng to sleep."
"Look, how powerful the girl's mouth is."
"Talking girl, lie down and sleep."
"Xiaomeng wants to sleep in the middle."
She wants to sleep in the middle. On the left is Mommy and on the right is Dad. She can touch it as soon as she reaches out. It's really good.
"Dad, I want to see monkeys."
"If you look in the mirror, your face is not like the monkey's ass, red. Do you need to look at anything else?"
"Gu huaimo, you are not allowed to say that about our daughter. Xiaomeng is not a monkey's ass face. Xiaomeng is clearly a little white rabbit, lovely."
So slowly chatting for a while, Xiaomeng's sleepiness came up, turned around, and fell asleep around Wei Zi.
"Gu Xiaomeng finally fell asleep."
"Very good." Xiaomeng is really good.
"Wei Zi, I'm going to have a meeting tomorrow. I have to sleep."
"Well," she said softly.
"I want to see you when I get home, OK." but don't let him get up early and go out to work, and then look back, she's gone again, just like he had another dream with her.
Stretch your hand, touch Wei Zi's hand and hold it tightly: "this will be your home and mine in the future. We will all be here, OK."
Wei Zi was moved and clenched his hand: "I'll wait for you at home."
If he said that he would come back tomorrow, let's go and get a certificate together and make up the marriage certificate, she would also agree.
But he fell asleep without saying anything, so she didn't ask any more.
This sleep was so sweet that I slept until dawn.
Xiaomeng is still sleeping, shrinking beside her and still sleeping soundly with his mouth open. Gu huaimo is gone, but he has covered his quilt well.
She lifted the quilt and had to get up. The children had to get up and have some breakfast.
To be a mother, you have to know the responsibility of being a mother.
She smiled when she looked up and saw several rose flowers on Xiaomeng's table, stained with dew and beautiful.
Old man's romance is still alive.
Happily, she got up to freshen up and went out to make breakfast. The fridge was full. It seemed that some people sent fresh vegetables and fruits in the morning. She took some out, beat eggs and steamed them. Then she put the steamed stuffed bun in the steaming hot spot and stewed the porridge. She was very busy in the kitchen.
But smelling the smell of the food, she was comfortable.
As soon as she looked back, she saw Xiangxiang standing there with a swollen and haggard face. She smiled and said, "you're up. Breakfast has to wait a little longer."
"Together, you think you're the hostess here." Xiangxiang holds her chest, raises her chin and looks at her with hostility, with dark clouds on her face.
Wei Zi smiled. Forget it. She doesn't care about a little girl film. She is the hostess here. It's enough as long as Gu huaimo says so. There's no need to prove what others think. It doesn't matter to her.
Now she has experienced a lot and is different from the past. She won't care about what others say.
"Don't make a sound, laugh, you can still laugh. You think you can really become the hostess here. I tell you, it's not your turn. How many women have come here and want to enter the house, but they all want to be beautiful. What's the name of the round star? No matter how bright and clean, they come here to put down the airs of the star and wish to turn into servants , just ask Gu huaimo to righten her, but Gu huaimo doesn't pay much attention to her. You know, Gu's family and her family are friends, and Gu huaimo doesn't care. And Xuelian, no matter which one, is better than you. "
"It's no use telling me this. By the way, he told me last night that you are a domestic helper, so you have to do your duty. Look at this porridge, I'll wake the children up." he told her not to be polite to Xiangxiang.
Xiangxiang gives her three colors and can open a dyeing workshop. It seems that Gu huaimo can easily see through a person's essence.
"Hey, why do you call me to work? Who do you think you are?" Xiangxiang grabbed her hair and shouted in the back.
"Remember, you can't paste the porridge. If you paste it, don't blame me for telling Gu huaimo. According to his impression of you now, if you can't do a small thing well, I don't want to take you in." Wei Zi doesn't take her ferocity seriously.
Go get Xi up, change his clothes, let him brush his teeth and wash his face, and then wait on Gu Xiaomeng. Li Xiangxiang is gone outside, but the porridge is turned off and the lid is covered. She looks at it and there is no paste.
No matter how loud and fierce they are, they are still obedient after all, and their essence is not very bad. Li Xiangxiang just owes discipline.
Her mind is very obvious. She just likes Gu huaimo. She also wants to stay at home. However, Gu huaimo sees that she is helpless in China alone. What's more, he was still tangled with Li Rao when he was young.
Wei Zi doesn't have any delicious vinegar. When he was young, she didn't know him anyway. How can two unrelated people be qualified to manage him.
Anyway, after marriage, he is a very disciplined person. He won't take any fancy to people and things. What she wants to see and what she values is the life after marriage.
However, Li Xiangxiang was deliberately embarrassed on the ground. This girl is really.
Still a little rebellious, she packed up and brought breakfast to her two children.
"Mommy, your cell phone is on." Xi shouted loudly and came to her with her cell phone in one hand.
"Xike is so good." she took the cell phone: "there is a message. Go and have your breakfast."
"Well, Mommy."
Gu huaimo sent it and asked her: what are you doing.
She smiled, bit the steamed stuffed bun with one hand and pressed the key with the other hand to return the message: eating breakfast.
He sent another message: the meeting is so boring.
Wei Ziwei came to a God and replied: ha ha.
After a while, he sent it again: I miss you.
Her heart is sweet, like the feeling of falling in love again, with longing and sweetness.
He asked again: do you miss me.
I think so. She answered him two words generously.
He also learned from her, and a God replied: ha ha.
Don't old men feel embarrassed when they type this word?