Chapter 687

Liang qiange woke up feeling a little chest tightness.

She struggled to open her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the dark little head under her own eyes.

Looking down, there was no accident. She saw her son who was sleeping soundly in her arms.

The boy didn't know when he got in last night.

After purring at the back of his son's head, Liang qiange moved, trying to move his son a little.

As a result, as soon as she moved, her son hugged her waist, smacked his lips, and continued to change a posture to pillow her.

Liang qiange felt that her son had already begun to grow up, and her weight almost killed her.

Lying back on the bed, Liang qiange rubbed his son's soft hair. With his other hand, he took out his mobile phone and looked at the time.

It's nine in the morning.

May Day holiday, kindergarten also has a holiday.

Liang qiange is still a little sleepy. She simply holds her son with her backhand and presses him down. Then she closes her eyes and continues to sleep.

Mother and son sleep until half past ten.

When he woke up again, Liang Xiaoyi went to wash and gargle. Liang qiange walked in the living room with his slippers on, and said to the bathroom, "Liang Xiaoyi, you should lose weight!"

Liang Xiaoyi is not fat in fact, but he has become a lot more round these days.

Brushing his teeth, the little guy came out of the bathroom and pouted, "it's not my fault..."

"Whose fault is that?" Liang qiange sat on the table and asked.

At this time, Aunt Mei brought out the breakfast from the kitchen and helped the translator to speak: "in fact, our little translator is not fat. He is young, so he needs to eat more nutrition." Said, the milk, steamed buns, pizza, a bowl of porridge, all pushed to the small guy.

Liang qiange's eyelids jump, staring at his son.

He thought his son must not finish eating, but he chewed slowly and ate it all.

After eating, the small stomach did not see the drum, but also licked lips, and went to add a cup of milk.

Liang qiange:

In this case, it seems that it is not a small translation of the fault!

…… Aunt may be raising pigs.

It has to be said that Aunt Mei's craftsmanship is really good, and she likes to add food to Xiaoyi. From time to time, she has to feed him snacks. Usually, when Xiaoyi is on the computer, she always has peeled fruit and fruit drinks on hand. What he wants to eat, and from time to time, during tea time, Aunt Mei also gives Xiaoyi a bowl of chicken soup.

Liang qiange hasn't been home for several months. At first sight of this eating pattern, it seems to be a little familiar.

Oh, a while ago, she was at home on vacation. It seems that she also eats like this.

But she's not fat!

The fat Liang qiange can't move!

Liang qiange thought of the "handsome guy who plays basketball" that she coveted for a long time, so that afternoon, Liang qiange wore a mask to buy a basketball in the stationery store of the community, and then went home to let his son play.

Liang Xiaoyi was typing the keyboard when he saw a round basketball put in front of the screen to block his sight. He pointed and looked up at his mother.

Liang qiange said with a smile, "will you beat the ball?"

Liang Xiaoyi blinked, sighed and said calmly, "Mom, I'm working. Don't make trouble. Go outside and play by yourself."

Liang qiange reached for his son's ear and said, "how do you talk to your mother?"

"I want to finish this list in an hour, and the boss is waiting for it," Liang said

Liang qiange looked at the screen and saw only strange characters on the screen.

At this time, Liang Xiaoyi's mobile phone rings. Liang qiange looks at it and sees a line of information prompt playing out on the mobile phone screen.

Boss 23: are you ready?

Liang Xiaoyi replied to the boss with his mobile phone, and then looked up to his mother and said, "Mom, be good. First go out and play by yourself. I'll accompany you after I've finished here."

Liang qiange:

Liang qiange went out to bat the ball himself.

She doesn't really know how to play basketball, but she knows that the foundation of basketball is to hit the ball.

After shooting for a long time, she was tired and collapsed on the sofa.

More than half an hour later, Liang Xiao translated it. The round and fat little boy's face was full of flesh. He picked up the basketball, looked at his mother and said, "I'm ok, come and play."

Liang qiange immediately bounced up from the sofa and taught his son how to beat the ball.

After playing for ten minutes, the mother and the son did not want to move.

"It's much easier to type code than to play basketball," Liang said with a little melancholy

Liang qiange actually doesn't like racking balls, but she still gives her son chicken soup: "you have to exercise more, you always eat, eat and sit, which is not conducive to health! It's going to get sick. Come on, take another half an hour. "

"Half an hour?" With a wail, Liang Xiaoyi threw the basketball away and said, "I don't want it."

Liang qiange squinted at him and said, "you don't listen to mom's words!"Liang Xiaoyi was wronged to death: "this is very difficult."

"It's hard. I'll show you again. You'll have a good look."

Liang Xiaoyi learned to play ball with his mother for nearly an hour, but he couldn't. just then Aunt Chunjin called her mother and her mother went to her room to talk about business.

After being rescued, Liang Xiaoyi ran back to his room and called Uncle Bo.

Bo Xiushen is there in the early morning. When he answers the phone, his voice is still a little lazy: "hmm?"

Liang Xiaoyi almost cried. He opened his mouth and called out, "Dad!"

Bo Xiu was stunned for a moment. He thought he had heard something wrong. He sat up from the bed, turned on the desk lamp and looked at the time. After six o'clock in the morning, was he still dreaming?

He frowned and said slowly, "little translator?"

"It's me, Dad!" Liang said wrongly

Bo Xiushen was a little surprised that his son called his father directly without thinking?

Is the sun out in the west?

Bo Xiu was subconsciously alert and asked, "what's the matter?"

"When will you be back?" Liang Xiaoyi sniffed and asked.

"What's the matter?" Bo Xiushen asked solemnly

This question was directly given to Liang Xiaoyi. He complained loudly: "come back quickly. If you are not here, my mother will make trouble with me. She wants me to play ball, but she doesn't allow me to play computer. She also asks me to eat less. My God, that's a little less Is she crazy? "

Bo Xiushen lifted the quilt and stood up. The thermostat was on in the hotel room. He turned on the headlight on the wall and pushed the balcony door. He went to the balcony to blow the wind. At the same time, he said, "let mom answer the phone."

"No way." Liang Xiaoyi said, "you can call her in a moment. With my phone, she will know that I have complained."

Bo Xiushen gave a smile and said, "mom let you exercise, it's also for you, and you're fat."

"But I think Dad is to blame for this."

Thin Xiu Shen raised his eyebrows: "hmm? You're fat. Blame me? "

"It's because my father is not here that my mother has focused on me. I could have been very happy, but now I'm not happy," Liang said

Bo Xiushen was shocked by the logic of his son's harrowing. With a helpless smile on the corner of his lips, he raised his eyes and looked at the streets filled with morning fog in England. His voice was soft and said to the other end of the phone: "OK, blame dad, that father strives to finish his work ahead of time, go home as soon as possible, accompany you and mom, OK?"