Chapter 728

At the moment, Congcong is also carried around his neck by Han Fei and comes out of the bathroom.

Listening to the bursts of laughter from Congcong in Han Fei's arms, in addition to calling out "Uncle" instead of "Dad", what's the difference between his happy picture and his own father and son!

If there is such a person

In such a difficult moment, Wang Rong's dry heart expanded into a sea full of vitality, with sunshine and white clouds and a blue sky overhead. At this moment, she can really put it down!

"Congcong, how can you fool around with your uncle, no big or small." Wang Rong said with a smile.

"Sister Rong, today is Congcong's birthday. Be happy." Han Fei said with a smile.

Wang Rong smiles and tears flow out of the corner of her eyes: "well, be happy. Come and have dinner."

The dinner prepared by Wang Rong was exquisite. On the table was a fresh yellow peach cake with several candles on it and three small plates, knives and forks beside it.

As for Han Fei and Wang Rong, each of them has a goblet with a bottle of high-grade red wine, three portions of well fried veal steak and a large plate of red hairy crabs.

In addition to the plum blossom shaped dishes on the table, the original high-end dinner party is a bit more delicious. This table not only reflects Wang Rong's cooking skills, but also shows her delicate mind.

Now there is no outsider present, this warm scene looks no different from a family of three.

Congcong immediately closed his eyes and hugged his hands. He didn't know what he wanted. When he opened his eyes, Bai Nennen's face was full of excitement and excitement. After secretly looking at Han Fei, he took a deep breath and blew out all the candles on the table.

"Congcong, tell mom what you have done wrong?" Wang Rong asked with a smile.

Congcong was brought up by Wang Rong. The relationship between mother and son has always been very good. Compared with other people of the same age, Congcong is also very sensible. He listens to Wang Rong's words very much, but tonight he stopped buying Wang Rong's account twice in a row.

"No, it's useless to say it wrongly." Congcong said with the appearance of a little adult.

Wang Rong also can't laugh or cry: "but if you don't say it in your heart, the immortal uncles in the sky don't know Congcong's injustice?"

Cong Cong frowns and shakes his head. He thinks about it seriously for a while. When he sees Han Fei gnawing a crab, his eyes light up.

"I want to tell Uncle, uncle is Altman, will fly to the sky, he will help me tell immortal uncle." Cong said excitedly.

Wang Rong takes an unexpected look at Han Fei. Unexpectedly, he turns out to be an outsider. Congcong Cong even refuses to tell him any secrets. It seems that Han Fei has his own way of coaxing children.

Cong Cong is lying on Han Fei's ear, covering his mouth and whispering: "uncle, I want a father. You must help me tell Uncle Shenxian that my father doesn't hate Cong Cong, and he must be kind to his mother. In the future, Cong Cong won't be said to be a child without a father."

Maybe the children in the kindergarten talk too much, plus some gossip from the teachers, Congcong obviously knows something about the adult world.

When other children want to remote control toys and go to the aquarium to play, he wants a father who doesn't hate him and is good to his mother. If such a simple wish is really heard by any God in the past, he really can't bear to achieve it for him.

Han Fei took a deep breath. Facing Wang Rong's curious eyes, he dodged and said, "Congcong, your wish has been known by Uncle Shenxian. He said that as long as you study hard and make progress every day and don't make your mother angry, your wish will come true."

"Really?" Cong asked excitedly.

"Of course, it's true. Now hurry to have a good meal, or mom will be angry." Han Fei now changed the topic.

"Well, Congcong has a good meal and doesn't make his mother angry." Cong Cong said softly, then he took a small scarf and wiped out the cake.

Congcong's birthday party ended at 7:30 p.m., during which Wang Rong cleaned up the table, while Han Fei sat on the sofa and continued to watch TV with Congcong.

The child is excited during the day. After a while, she lies down in Han Fei's arms and falls asleep. Wang Rong comes over to look at her son's gentle face.

"Sister Rong, why don't you take Congcong back to his room to sleep?" Han Fei said.

"You'd better carry him into the room. People will stick to you today." Wang Rong said with a smile.

Han Fei then gently picked up Cong Cong and crept into Cong Cong's bedroom. He put Cong Cong on the bed and covered the quilt. The quiet moonlight came in through the gap of the window screen. Cong Cong's face with a layer of baby hair was full of sweetness.

Just as Han Fei was about to go out, he looked up and saw a picture of children's clothes on the wall. There were blue sky, white clouds and the sun on it. On the ground were green grass and a simple hut surrounded by a fence.

In front of the room are two adults with abstract painting style and a grinning child in the middle. The mother, father and I marked above are written in pinyin.

To be able to hang such a painting in the bedroom, it is obvious that there is no help from Wang Rong. I don't know what Wang Rong thought when she saw the painting.

When Han Fei comes back to the living room, Wang Rong is washing the dishes in the kitchen. Originally, Han Fei wanted to leave directly, but seeing that Wang Rong didn't take care of her, it's obvious that he didn't intend to let himself go so early.

At the moment, Wang Rong is a virtuous woman who lives at home. Although she washes in the kitchen, she also hums a little, obviously doing these household chores with a sense of happiness.

Han Fei thinks it's the same. If it wasn't for Cong Cong's birthday today, Ping changcong Cong would be eating at his grandparents' house, and Wang Rong would be eating out and coming back.

There is no permanent man in the family. The kitchen is destined to be a decoration most of the time.

At this time, Wang Rong suddenly called out "ah". Han Fei's face changed. He rushed into the kitchen and said, "sister Rong, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing. I was accidentally stabbed by the hairy crab's pliers." Wang Rong is saying, the blood on the scallion white finger suddenly appeared a large area.

"Look at you, how can you be so careless when you are so big!" Han Fei directly grabbed Wang Rong's finger and put it into his mouth to suck.

Wang Rong's body trembles. It's the first time that they've been so intimate since they first met Han Fei.

"Ah Fei, there are band aids in the room. I'll bandage them myself." Wang Rong said.

"Then go quickly. Fortunately, the wound is not big. I'll take care of it in the kitchen." Han Fei said.

When Han Fei returns to the living room, Wang Rong has changed into a yoga suit. Compared with tights, the fabric of Yoga suit is thinner and more elastic, which sets off Wang Rong's graceful figure incisively and vividly.

In addition to the original loose hair tied into a tall ponytail, snow-white powder neck and attractive clavicle so exposed to the air, two black underwear belt art like taut in the shoulders, looking at people ready to move.

In particular, Wang Rong's lower abdomen is smooth and does not show any fat. It is obvious that she keeps a good figure by practicing yoga. She does not show that she has ever had a child.

It's quiet all around now. Looking at Wang Rong, Han Fei only feels that Wang Rong is very charming. Maybe it's because Lin Keke hasn't come back for a long time. Han Fei only feels a fire in his abdomen, and an indescribable pleasure of familiarity rushes to the cerebral cortex.

"Why do you want to see the animal world with Congcong Cong when you say you are good? Why do you have to ask him what Alpaca is? How can I feel that my mind is not right?" Wang Rong naturally opened her mouth and said, her face flushed with anger.

Han Fei thought that I called it a grievance. At that time, it was just for the occasion to cooperate with the atmosphere. Who knew that Congcong Cong's words were Cao Ni Ma taught by his uncle.

Han Fei has already explained this before, but now it seems that he really has a ghost in his heart.

"Sister Rong, is your hand OK?" Han Fei asked.

"It's just a small cut. You've already pasted band aids. But you don't even sit on the sofa. Are you going to leave so soon?" Wang Rong calmly smiles and looks at Han Fei, with a trace of bitterness in her smile.

Han Fei is also used to seeing the wind and the moon, where can't see Wang Rong smile reluctantly, now hesitated to say: "sister Rong, I don't have to get up early to work tomorrow?"

In a word, it seems to mean to shirk, but the right to choose is handed over to Wang Rong. If she boldly takes a step forward, Han Fei will not be the kind of counsellor who has no courage to turn around.

"Then I'll give you half a day off and pay you the same as before. Are you still in a hurry to leave?" Wang Rong bit her lower lip slightly and said.

Han Fei immediately sat on the sofa and said, "anyway, it's OK for me to go back so early, so sit more, it won't affect you to practice yoga later?"

Wang Rong looked at the yoga mat rolled in the corner and said calmly, "I don't know why, I don't want to practice tonight. Please accompany me to the balcony to chat."

"Yes, would you like something to drink?" Han Fei said.

Wang Rong let go of her hair with a smile and said, "you are not polite. Take me as your home. Just have a bar. I have put the cup in the cupboard."

Wang Rong said, pushing open the glass moving door and walking onto the viewing balcony, a cool evening wind blowing in, even the air seems to have a faint fragrance and tranquility.

Han Fei took two goblets and chose a bottle of low alcohol red wine when facing the dazzling wine on the wine rack. When he went to the balcony, Wang Rong was lying on the couch looking at the starry night sky.

"Ah Fei, you say there are so many stars in the sky. Does that one belong to us?" Wang Rong emptied everything and asked.

Han Fei poured two glasses of red wine, then put the bottle back to the ice bucket, lay down beside Wang Rong and said, "it should be. In ancient times, there were such sayings as the appearance of purple micro stars and the falling of stars to the West."

"Yes, I don't know which star corresponds to you and me, and what kind of fate it will be in the future." Wang Rong said with emotion.

Han Fei laughed: "sister Rong, how can I say fate? I only know that a woman with a kind heart like you will never have a bad life."

"I didn't expect that you still have a study of numerology and metaphysics, but you help me figure out my future fortune." Wang Rong turns over to lie on the reclining chair and looks at Han Fei.

They are so close at the moment that they can even hear each other's breathing. Looking at the towering figure and the blurred eyes under Wang Rong's Yoga suit, Wang Rong is an impeccable and perfect woman at this moment.

Gentle like water, like a ripe peach, just looking at people can't help but want to bite.

Han Fei can't help but stretch out his hand to pull up Wang Rong's hair from his forehead, and scratch his hand against Wang Rong's cheek. The soft and smooth touch that can be broken by blowing makes Han Fei feel electrified.

Wang Rong's eyes became more and more confused. She also stretched out her scallion white jade finger on Han Fei's face and said, "master Han, I'm waiting for you to write fortune telling. Don't do anything after eating and drinking?"

Han Fei immediately put it in the wine glass and said, "sister Rong, the fate is both mysterious and mysterious. It's not that you can figure it out by judging the handwriting."

"How can you work it out?" Wang Rong's eyes became softer and softer, just like a lazy Persian cat looking at a human shaped fish.

"Sister Rong, there is only one way to calculate accurately, that is to touch the bone!" Han Fei is right.

Wang Rong gave a smile, and the jade hand scratched directly down Han Fei's cheek, lifted his chin and said, "still touch the bone? The fortune teller on the overpass is to look at the palms and touch the bones of the hands. How can I feel that master Han has the meaning of touching the bones of the whole body? "