Chapter 442

I saw a little boy walking down from a Bentley. He looked about the same size as white sugar. He was well dressed and still had a big box in his hand. He should be the housekeeper of his family. He was about forty or fifty years old.

The housekeeper was bending over to say something to the little boy. After hearing this, the little boy nodded, and then came to our direction.

How do I think he looks a bit like sugar? I can't remember who he looks like.

"What?" Sang Qi asked Zhou Zihao to call him brother? How did I get dizzy?

"One day I met that brother and he told me to call him brother."

I told him with a smile: "he is not a brother, this is sugar's father."

I can't laugh or cry. Why does sang Qi look so young? Zhou Zihao actually called him brother, but he called me aunt.

"Well." Zhou Zihao nodded timidly.

I asked Zhou Zihao in surprise, "do you mean sugar's father?"

Brother? I can't hear you wrong.

He whispered to me, "that brother I've seen."

"That brother..." Zhou Zihao looked at the place where he was standing just now. The mulberry flag was no longer there.

I felt his head pitifully: "Zhou Zihao, open your heart, more and more people will love you. Take sugar's father for example. In fact, he is not fierce and easy to get along with. "

I know she must miss her mother very much, so when I saw a woman who was kind to him, I imagined her as my mother.

It's an angel and a fairy. I'm dizzy by his words.

"You swing in this white dress like a fairy."

Zhou Zihao pulled me to the side of the swing and let me sit down on it.

I looked back at sang Qi standing in the same place, made a face with him, and whispered, "don't be so serious, OK? Children are afraid to see you. "

Zhou Zihao's expression was a little strange. He didn't dare to look at the mulberry flag.

Zhou Zihao lowered his head and took my hand: "aunt, let's play."

I quickly introduced to him: "he is sugar's father."

Zhou Zihao looked up at the mulberry flag beside me, and suddenly his eyes were fixed on him.

"What game are you playing? Can I join you? "

I said he was a pig, he said I was a pig mother, but Zhou Zihao please call me an angel, I'm so intoxicated.

I was stunned by what he said. When did sugar say such a thing?

Oh! How can the child talk so well?

Zhou Zihao saw me and ran to me immediately: "Auntie, you just stood in the sun like an angel."

I saw Zhou Zihao from a distance. He had a good time with other children. His face was red. Compared with the timid appearance just now, he was more like an innocent child.

As for the boys, they wear armor, some as knights, some as robots.

The children are basically divided into two groups. The girls are playing with building blocks and dolls in the Princess Castle.

"Guyu is Guyu. Let's play with them."

"They are not willing to play with Gu sangqi

The children had a good time in the garden. I dragged the mulberry flag: "let's play with them!"

Look, the birth of a child is so poetic from Mrs. Sang's mouth. It's all about fate.

The two of us were laughing together. Mrs. Sang was smiling. She said to Sang Qi in a soft voice, "don't put too much pressure on your child. You can't force the fate between your child and his parents. When it comes to fate, he will come."

"Bah!" I spat at him: "you think I'm a fish, a lot of life?"

"If you want to have a baby, I won't stop you."

I hit him with my elbow: "no matter how many babies there are, can there be as many as a kindergarten for you?"

It's enough of him to say that in front of Mrs. sang.

"More is better!"

"How many do you want?"

"Sugar is too lonely for a child."

"What should I do?" I looked at him for a bit of a puzzle.

Sang Qi came over and encircled my shoulder and whispered to me, "do you know what to do?"

Our family had never been so busy. Mrs. sang stood on the porch and looked at the laughing children in the garden, her eyes bent with laughter.

For this party, sangqi specially invited a professional pastry chef from a big hotel under Dayu to make some foreign things like chips that children like to eat.

Gu Yu played with them, and I was busy in the kitchen, preparing delicious food for them.

There is no overnight feud between children. Soon they all played with Zhou Zihao.

No matter how big the children are, they don't feel as big as they were just now.I walked into the garden with Zhou Zihao in one hand and sugar in the other hand, and all the children arrived.

His smile is a child's smile.

Zhou Zihao smiles, revealing a small tiger tooth.

I gave him a strong hug: "if you like, you can often come to sugar house to play, I can also hold you every day."

I feel sick to death, but I can't cry in front of sugar and his face.

"I never wanted to be held by my mother."

I was a bit surprised, so quietly let him hold, he held a few seconds later, embarrassed to release his hand, said a word almost let my tears and snot flow down together.

I would be embarrassed for her, but the child put his hands around my neck.

I feel a little distressed and want to hug him: "Hello, welcome, Zhou Zihao."

It must be the living environment that makes him so clever and sensible. I think children don't need to be so sensible, because after all, naughty, reckless, this is what a child should look like.

Seeing such a polite child, I feel a little uncomfortable.

I think although he looks similar to sugar, his psychological age is at least several years older than sugar.

I was shocked, four years old children actually said so appropriate words out?

"You must be my aunt. Excuse me! "

" don't you open it later? " Zhou Zihao turned around and saw me standing on one side.

Sugar took the gift and laughed into a flower: "what's in it?"

"Happy Birthday to you!"

Compared with sugar's enthusiasm, Zhou Zihao shows his cool and old spirit, which is not in line with his age. He gently hugs sugar and hands him the gift box.

Bai Tang is very welcome to Zhou Zihao. He rushes to hug Zhou Zihao.

Zhou Zihao suddenly pushed up my swing: "Auntie, let me help you swing!"

He is still very strong, swing high swing up, my skirt floating in mid air.

Looking at Zhou Zihao's head up with an almost infatuated look, I suddenly feel that the more he looks, the more familiar he is.