Chapter 352

In the evening, Liang qiange cooks in person, and Bo Xiushen accompanies Liang Xiaoyi to fight LEGO in the living room.

This Lego is the birthday gift that Liang qiange gave Liang Xiaoyi before. It hasn't been opened until today.

Liang Xiaoyi can spell very fast by himself. Now with Uncle Bo, the speed is even swish. In less than an hour, the two people spell half.

At this time, Liang qiange brought out the dishes and said to them, "it's dinner."

Bo Xiushen put down the parts in his hand and stood up and held out his hand to Liang Xiaoyi.

Liang Xiaoyi consciously grasped uncle Bo's hand and went to the bathroom to wash their hands.

When she came out again, Liang Xiaoyi immediately threw herself into her mother's arms, looked up at her mother and giggled.

Liang qiange pinched the tip of his son's nose and asked, "what are you doing?"

Liang Xiaoyi rubbed his face on his mother's stomach and said, "I want to eat my mother's cooking every day."

Liang qiange chuckled and said, "Mom will rest for two days after that. We will eat at home."

"Good!" "I want to sit with my mother!" she said

Liang Xiaoyi's voice did not fall, the small body was suddenly picked up.

When he turned back, he saw Uncle Bo holding his arm, took him away from his mother, and then pushed him onto the dining table chair opposite his mother, and did not let him move again.

Liang looked at Uncle Bo suspiciously, but Uncle Bo just rubbed his hair and said, "eat." Then he went to the seat next to his mother and sat down.

Liang Xiao translated: "is it

After dinner, Bo Xiushen takes the initiative to wash the dishes. Liang qiange accompanies his son to fight Lego for a while. Seeing that Bo Xiushen hasn't come out, he goes to the kitchen to see him.

Seeing that Bo Xiushen was still cleaning the stage, she went over and hugged him from the back and said, "it's hard."

Bo Xiushen gave a smile, turned around her waist, hugged her and said, "with you, no matter how hard I will be."

Liang qiange's heart was soft, and he buried his face in his neck with a smile. However, he just heard Liang Xiaoyi shouting, "Mom, the TV is on."

Bo Xiushen let go of Liang qiange and said, "you go out first, I'll clean up here."

Liang qiange tiptoed on his lips and said, "hurry up." Then he walked out on his slippers and said to his son, "it's not time yet. There are advertisements."

At ten o'clock in the evening, a family of three watched the latest issue of "our holiday". The guests in this issue were Xiang Jinnan. Bo Xiushen looked at it carelessly. From time to time, he picked up his mobile phone to send e-mails and talked about work with the company.

Liang qiange was relieved that he didn't show much rejection. She didn't want to watch this issue tonight. It was Xiaoyi who wanted to watch her mother's variety show with her. She watched it with her son.

Liang qiange is not a very active person in the program. The main rhythm of the variety show is still controlled by Wen Mao, the famous host, and Qi Zheng, a film and television superstar.

And the rhythm of these two people usually revolves around the guests.

Therefore, after the broadcast to Jinnan, what we see most is the picture of Wen Mao, Qi Zheng and Xiang Jinnan on the same screen, with Tang Xueer from time to time.

However, Liang qiange was relatively low-key, and Meng Kexun offended Xiang Jinnan when shooting. Later, the shots were almost cut, and sun Xinran was working all the time. Therefore, the three of them had very few shots and had little interaction with Xiang Jinnan.

After the program was finished, Liang Xiaoyi said with dissatisfaction: "there are not many mothers."

Liang qiange touched his son's hair and said, "there are too many people. Each person's lens is limited in the distribution. In addition, his mother doesn't like to chat with guests."

Liang Xiaoyi pouted and said, "it's the bad uncle."

Bo Xiushen raised his eyes and asked, "what bad uncle?"

Pointing to the TV screen, Liang Xiaoyi said, "the guest uncle has been to my mother's crew before and bullied her."

Bo Xiushen frowns and looks at Liang qiange.

Jinnan, however, couldn't bear to explain that I didn't want to bully Xiaoliang

Liang Xiaoyi snorted and turned his face to one side.

Liang qiange pinched his son's face and said, "it's time for you to go to bed, little friend."

Liang Xiaoyi immediately changed his face, rushed over, hugged his mother and said, "I want to sleep with my mother!"

Bo Xiushen calmly pulled Liang Xiaoyi out of his mother's arms, picked him up and held him in his arms. He said to Liang qiange, "you go to take a bath and I'll coax him to sleep."

"I want to sleep with my mother, I want to sleep with my mother!" cried Liang Xiaoyi

Without saying a word, Bo Xiushen carried him into the children's room and closed the door.

Liang qiange watched in the living room and couldn't help laughing. She took her clothes and went to the bathroom to have a bath. When she finished washing, she saw Bo Xiushen standing in front of the closet in her room, hanging clothes inside.

Liang qiange stood at the door, leaning against the door frame, his hands around his chest and asked, "what are you doing?"Bo Xiushen hung the last shirt in his hand, then turned back and looked at Liang qiange's dripping hair. He went to her and wiped her hair with the towel she hung around her neck.

Liang qiange looked at the open wardrobe. There were not many clothes in the wardrobe. She bought less clothes when she came back home. But now, the wardrobe which only contained half of the clothes has been filled with the other half. The full cabinet has women's clothes on the left and men's clothes on the right. The boundary is clear, but not so clear.

Liang qiange said with a headache, "your house is next door. What are you doing with your clothes?"

"I'm not moving here. Would you like to move?" Bo Xiushen said, let Liang qiange sit on the make-up chair. He stood behind her and continued to help her wipe her hair.

Liang qiange was choked by him and muttered: "it's not far away. Do you have to move to one of the houses? You have my door code. "

Thin Xiushen light said: "not enough."

Liang qiange looks at him from the make-up mirror.

"I just want to live with you, the same room, the same door, not two separate houses," Bo said with his eyes drooping

Liang qiange was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt her face was a little hot. She coughed and muttered: "whatever you want..."

Bo Xiushen went to the bathroom to get the hair dryer, and helped Liang qiange dry his hair. After blowing, he touched her warm soft hair, and his hand slowly slid onto her shoulder.

Liang qiange immediately stood up and said, "the translator is still next door."

Bo Xiushen took her hand, pulled her to the bedside and sat down. He said, "he is asleep."

Liang qiange refused: "will hear."

Bo Xiushen suddenly gave a smile. He came close and bit her ear. He whispered in her ear, "keep it down."