Chapter 614

Yu se really didn't expect to sleep until noon.

In fact, when she opened her eyes, she didn't think it was noon.

As a result, I took a lazy look at the wall clock, and I was stunned.

It's more than twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

And the bedspread beside her is only slightly wrinkled. Mo Jingyao is not there. After a glance around her, his wheelchair is not in the bedroom.

I think so. He pushed his wheelchair out.

Yu se sat up, put on his morning coat and opened the door. Then he smelled the strong fragrance.

The aroma of big bone radish soup.

Her favorite soup.

Just as she was about to go downstairs, she saw a familiar little figure in the hall downstairs.

"Wish?" Is she dazzled? How could Zhu Xu come here.

Zhu Xu didn't even know she was back.

She didn't tell anyone.

Not even Yang An'an was informed.

She came back quietly.

However, she soon remembered that Yang An'an was related to Mo Jingyao. As for Zhu Xu, she felt that the child was closer to Mo Jingyao than to her.

"Auntie." As soon as Zhu Xu heard her calling him, he immediately put down his electric car and ran upstairs.

Seeing that the child was about to come up, Yu se looked down at his morning coat in a hurry. It was OK. What should not have been revealed was not exposed at all.

Then, wish Xu direct speed to her arms, "aunt, Xiaoxu miss you so much."

Yu se touched his head, "Xiao Xu has grown tall again. My aunt bought you a set of Tibetan clothes. I don't know if I can wear them."

Children's clothes are really not easy to buy, she clearly remember Zhu Xu's height, but this just how long did not see, grew at least three or four centimeters, grow too fast.

"Yes, I can. I'll wear it now." Zhu Xu excitedly took Yu SE's hand and went to her bedroom to take Yu se to him.

Yu se couldn't help feeling. Fortunately, he bought a gift for the little guy. Otherwise, the child would be so disappointed.

As a result, a set of Tibetan clothes to Zhu Xu's hand, the little guy pushed her away and rushed into the bathroom.

"Xiao Xu, it's not easy to put on Tibetan clothes. Do you want my aunt to help you?" She thought of the first time she wore Tibetan clothes, which Mo Jingyao helped her to wear. When she thought of the scene, her face was a little hot.

"No, I will."

Sure enough, after only three minutes, Zhu Xu ran out in a Tibetan suit. Then, the metaphor was amazing. Although the size was barely small, it was just right on Zhu Xu's body, but it was really beautiful.

Little guy looks good in Tibetan clothes.

"Turn around and let my aunt have a good look." The small mouth of metaphor can't close. It's so beautiful.

"I'm not a little girl, I'm not wearing a skirt, I don't turn, hum."

"Ha ha, good, young man, don't go around." Yu se said that he wanted to hold Zhu Xu.

But Zhu Xu a flash away to avoid, "I'm so heavy, my aunt tired, I love."

This small mouth, just like wiping honey, let the metaphor see more and more like it. Then, suddenly, he frowned, "Xiao Xu, you have been pit by Uncle Mo, the belt is not so tied, it's wrong."

"But Uncle Mo showed me pictures of people wearing Tibetan clothes. I didn't wear them wrong. That's how I dressed."

Finish saying, wish Xu a lift an eye, stupefied, in figurative color under the gaze of slowly droop cerebellar bag melon, "I promise uncle Mo don't tell you is he taught me to wear."

"Well, I don't know anything." Yu se smiles and touches the little guy's head again.

Zhu Xu immediately smile, "little aunt is the best."

Then, he pulled metaphor color downstairs, "little aunt to eat, or hungry bad uncle Mo will be distressed."

"How do you know he'll love me?" The color of a finger on the boy's forehead.

"Uncle Mo told me that if you don't go downstairs after 13 o'clock today, let me wake you up, or you will be hungry." Wish Xu said it seriously.

Yu SE's heart was warm, "who cooked lunch?"

"You know, uncle Mo asked her to cook lunch and left, only to walk for a few minutes." I wish you a little look of guessing.

"Your uncle Zhugang?" Therefore, the metaphor is deliberately wrong.

"Wrong, auntie, guess again." I wish Xu excited to guess the metaphor.

"Well, let me see. Did Uncle Mo cook it himself?"

Wish Xu Xiaolian a sink, "Auntie, you are too stupid, uncle Mo is sick, he is sitting in a wheelchair, it is not convenient to cook, you quickly guess again."

"Is it Mrs. Zhan?" The metaphor was guessed in a very firm tone this time.

In fact, she had already guessed it was Mrs. Zhan. The big bone radish soup cooked by Mrs. Zhan was just like this. It was very delicious.

But guess also can't say directly, for children, the process of guessing is the most fun game."Wow, my aunt finally guessed right, or you will be in arrears of IQ."

Two people into the restaurant, metaphor color Zhu Xu to the dining chair, "wait, I finished the meal to eat."

"Good." Zhu Xu is as good as expected, small adult's looking at Yu se to carry in and out, she let him wait for him to wait, absolutely not to run around.

Four dishes and one soup, all of which he loved.

In addition to the big bone soup with bone marrow, the meal ends with eating.

After eating, she leaned lazily on the sofa to watch Zhu Xu play with the remote control electric car.

All of a sudden, I feel that the years are quiet and good.

The mobile phone suddenly rang, she picked up, and saw the message of Yang An'an, "when you come back, you don't even tell me, metaphorical color, you value color more than friends."

"Ahead of schedule. Have a drink in the evening?"

"OK, time and place?" Yang an agreed happily.

Yu se thinks of Yang's mother, "I want to eat your parents' fried dishes. Would you like to go to your home?"

"Why don't you want to eat my mother's fried food?" As a result, Yu se deliberately said that he wanted to eat the dishes fried by Yang's father, and was caught by Yang An'an.

For a moment, Yu se wanted to tell Yang An'an that it was because her mother was not in good health. She was reluctant to let her cook. But when she thought of her request, she was able to resist, "I just like your father's fried dishes. Do you have any comments?"

"No No problem. Haha, recently, I also think that my father's fried food is better than my mother's. my mother either forgot to put that or this one. It's a bit of a mess. "

"Let your father cook. I'm greedy."

"OK, the warm brand meal is definitely cooked by my father himself. I'll be in my house at six o'clock in the evening, and I'll be with you."

"Good." Yu se replies with a word and opens a dialogue with Mo Jingyao. As expected, he sees the message sent by Mo Jingyao a few minutes ago. He will come back later tonight and let her eat and sleep first.