Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 767: The eighty-first bowl of soup (3)

The eighty-first bowl of soup (3)

Bo Xizhi suddenly stiffened. He subconsciously grabbed Qinghuan's hand and wanted to dodge it, but she was holding her tightly, her embrace was like a gentle stream of water surrounding him, and her voice was even more pleasant: "It's getting late for you to go home, work. It's important, but you also need to take care of your body." Her face rubbed lightly on his back, like a kitten. "I'll be worried."

Bo Xizhi's throat is dry, at this moment he feels very uncomfortable, and being close to his wife makes him feel that he has betrayed Yi Xiaodie, but... he unconsciously lowered his head to see Qing Huan placed on his chest hands, but didn't say a word for a long time.

Qing Huan only hugged him once and let go. She didn't intend to force it, lest it be too late, and it would be troublesome for Bo Xizhi to directly lift her up and turn around and leave. When she released him, she pulled the quilt to cover him, smiled and said, "Have a good rest, tomorrow is Sunday, don't be so busy, you haven't been with me for a long time."

Bo Xizhi hummed blankly and slowly closed his eyes. Qing Huan got out of bed after he fell asleep, and went to the next bedroom to sleep with Mo Ze. The little guy slept well, automatically rolled into her arms and slept soundly with his pajamas, Qing Huan stroked his soft hair.

She woke up very early the next morning, not like she used to sleep until the third day of the day and called it a beauty sleep. When I got up early, I got up to make breakfast. The cook was surprised when he heard that the lady was going to cook by herself, and her eyes were wide open. Qing Huan didn't say anything. In everyone's eyes, Xie Man was born with a golden spoon. It's breakfast.

But when she did it, the cooks had nothing to say.

Bo Xizhi Bo You An and his son went downstairs after washing up, and this is what they saw. The sun is warm, the women in the living room are wearing aprons and home clothes, bathing in the morning light and smiling at them, naturally set the tableware and chopsticks in their hands and greet them to go to dinner, and a chubby little guy rolls by her legs Rolling around, jumping up from time to time trying to steal food.

In Bo's family, this has never happened before. Both the Bo family and the Xie family are rich and noble families. As the eldest lady of the Xie family and the wife of the Bo family, Xieman doesn't have to do anything, because there is always someone who will do it for her first, and she only needs to hurry up every day. Dress up happily, go shopping and drink afternoon tea. Her family's husband is willing to spoil her like this, but now it's different, a Yi Xiaodie appeared out of nowhere, and her life has been turned upside down since then.

"What are you still doing? Come and eat. Today is my first time cooking. You have to **** craft." Qing Huan acted coquettishly with her husband and son like a little girl, her voice soft. .

Such a gentle and beautiful woman who cooks and cooks breakfast for you herself, even if she is not a wife or a mother, still makes people feel warm.

The father and son of the Bo family walked to the dining table and sat down. Qing Huan kept a close but not too sticky distance with them. Knowing that they would not be able to adapt to being touched by others in a short period of time, she simply focused on taking care of Mo Ze.

She took the initiative to cook, but she just wanted to make the father and son realize that the three of them are a complete family, so there is no need to do it to the end, it is best to stop at the end. Mo Ze is a clever little guy who deliberately pretends to be unable to take care of himself to take care of him. Fortunately, he is so cute and his **** eyes are so bright that one can't help but want to kiss him, touch him, and rub him again. Bundle.

Bo Youan didn't see Mo Ze yesterday and didn't know it. It was a little strange to see a child suddenly at home: "Mom, where did this child come from?"

"I picked it up on the road yesterday." Qing Huan wiped Mo Ze's mouth and asked, "Don't you think he's cute?"

Bo Youan looked at the little guy for a few seconds and said, "It's cute, but..."

"Does he have no family? Or is he lost, we should call the police first, and find a family for him." Seeing the child's whiteness and tenderness, it seems that he has never suffered, and it hurts when he is held in the palm of his hand. Yes, who doesn't feel bad about losing a child. After speaking, Bo Xizhi was afraid of his wife's sadness, so he comforted, "You really like this child. When you find his family, you can recognize you as a godmother. I think this child is also very likable."

"I don't have a mother or father!" Mo Ze said in a loud voice, "This is my mother!" He embraced Qing Huan's arm possessively, staring at the father and son with wide eyes alertly, as if It was as if they were going to take her away from them in the next second.

Seeing the domineering look of the little guy, Qing smiled and said casually: "Mo Ze is really just like An An when she was a child. At that time, my father wanted to talk to my mother, and An An was angry when he touched his hand, unless he said that his mother was An An. Yes, and said that when I grow up, I want to marry my mother as a daughter-in-law."

Father and son of the Bo family were taken aback - they don't remember. But being Qinghuan said this, it seems that this is really the case. Bo You'an was beautiful and cute when he was a child, and was often regarded as a little girl. At that time, his mother took care of him when he was young. Later, as he got older, his mother's focus was no longer on him. But he really liked his mother when he was a child, and felt that his mother was the best in the world. Speaking of his mother's birthday last year, he even gave him a jade plaque carved by himself...

Birthday... Only then did Bo Youan remember that it would be his mother's birthday in a month. In previous years, he and his father had already started preparations at this time, but this year they forgot!

Bo Xizhi also thought of this, but Qing Huan pinched Mo Ze's face as if he didn't understand their expressions at all: "I took him to ask the police, this child is indeed both parents. He died, so I called someone to help with the formalities, and this will be my child in the future.”

She said "my child," not "our child."

Mom has a new baby and still seems to like him.

That was the first thought that popped into the minds of father and son. Then they felt weird, as if something was wrong, but if they really wanted to say what was wrong and didn't know what was wrong, their heads suddenly ached.

Qing Huan will take it when he sees it, and after feeding Mo Ze he will let him play alone, and then he can take care of himself. "Are you off today?"

She looked at the father and son expectantly, Bo Youan was full of Yi Xiaodie, and she didn't want to stay at home at all, but seeing the expectant expression of her mother, she couldn't say it for some reason, and drank a drink. A big mouthful of white porridge, the new rice is sticky and soft, with a little sugar added, it is sweet and warm to the heart. Involuntarily, he said, "Rest."

Bo Xizhi also said in unison: "rest."

Qing Huan smiled. She should be glad that the father and son were not completely captured by Yi Xiaodie at this time. No matter how you look at this pair of father and son, they are both very likable types and have good personalities. What's so special about that girl named Yi Xiaodie, so that they can make their father and son share a father and son and a wife in disregard of the relationship between them. things coming?

A prudent and mature husband betrays him, and a caring and sensible son kills him with his own hands--no one can accept it.

This day is said to be a rest, but in fact it is just a change to work in the study at home. The father and son are very busy with work every day, so Qing Huan didn't bother them. She just brought in two cups of tea and some cakes when they started working, and then accompanied Mo Ze to sit by the window in the study and played puzzles. It's fun to play with big and small, and I don't feel bored at all.

When Bo Xizhi finished a period of work, he was flexing his aching shoulders, and then he saw two people by the window covered with sunshine, with smiles on their faces. They were having a good time, but they were afraid of disturbing them. He deliberately lowered his voice to speak. He seemed to have seen his wife just after giving birth to a son. At that time, he was working overtime in the company, and when he heard that his wife was about to give birth, he was so frightened that his hands were shaking while driving, and he did not know how many red lights he ran along the way.

He was still with her in the delivery room, and when he heard her crying and shouting because of the extreme pain, his heart was smashed into a ball, and he wished he could suffer in her place. Then, when his son was born, he fainted with fright after just one glance. The two families knew about this. Even now, it is still used as a joke after tea and dinner during Chinese New Year and festivals.

Bo Xizhi's eyes became very gentle, he stood up and walked towards them unconsciously, trying to join the world he was once very familiar with, but now feels strange. "Was it fun?"

Everyone, one big and one small, raised their heads to look at him, their expressions unanimous, with a little confusion in their interest. Only then did Bo Xizhi realize that his wife was still as beautiful as when she was a girl, but she was less youthful and more mature than back then, but this kind of dignified and gentle beauty was exactly what the flaming Yi Xiaodie did not have.

Xieman is a very well-behaved girl. She has been obedient and sensible since she was a child. She always makes Bo Xizhi full of protective desire. He thinks that he will love her for a lifetime.

"Here, I can't find it." Qing Huan raised a piece of the puzzle in his hand, "None of the remaining pieces seem to be quite right."

Mo Ze also looked at him eagerly, showing off his cuteness without any pressure: "Dad, help me and my mother."

The little baby has a round face, round eyes, round mouth and round mouth. It is so cute that Bo Xiyi moment seems to have returned to more than ten years ago. His wife is also like this and sits on the carpet in front of the window to play games. , their mother and son always encounter some small problems, and then invariably ask him for help. But Anan was that stinky boy again. When he begged him, his father and father called sweet, and he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone and robbed him of his wife...

The corner of Qing Huan's mouth is smiling. She did it on purpose. Since the father and son are slowly forgetting, let's think about it again.

Memory is the most magical thing, isn't it?