"With you along the way, I'm willing to suffer a little..."

The inopportune mobile phone ringtone broke the quiet attraction-attracting mutual look between the two, and Zhao Tianqing was annoyed for a while, who called, he wanted to beat someone!!

An Ming was annoyed and glad, why did she stare at a man and be fascinated? God, a thunder came down from the sky and stunted her, or split her into temporary amnesia, it was too embarrassing!

Seeing An Ming almost running away from answering the phone, the corners of Zhao Tianqing's mouth kept curling, she wasn't unintentional to him, wasn't she? Okay, he admitted that his skin was very effective, and he might as well make more efforts in this area next time.

An Ming whispered and excited: "Mom, is there something wrong?"

An's mother: "An Ming, you have a chance to go home this week, your father misses you, Mom..." Mom misses you too!"

An Ming was very moved, and continued to hum heavily: "Okay, I'll take time to go back this week!"

Hearing the content of the mobile phone, Zhao Tianqing's thoughts of beating people disappeared, it turned out to be An Ming's mother, and he won't mention it in the future.

The beautiful time was shattered, An Ming returned to his normal demeanor, Zhao Tianqing felt a pity in his heart, and finally had a little emotional opportunity, so he slipped away!

Sending Zhao Tianqing away, An Ming lay on the bed, buried his head in the pillow, and waited until he had difficulty breathing before coming out, thinking of that humiliating scene and going crazy, making people very helpless.

It is undeniable that there is a trace of sweetness welling up in my heart, but it is quickly washed away by the joy of going home.

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With the lesson of the last time, when An Ming was working in the natural realm, he would never relax himself and doze off again, he was really tired, so he chatted with others, washed his face with ice water, and was immediately full of energy.

Li Ye thought of sending another 100,000 yuan, An Ming refused, accepted it when she learned that it would not affect her family harmony, and was about to send it to An Huaixiong, when An's mother came with news again, urging An Ming to go home.

Every time he gets on the bus against his hometown, An Ming's heart is dull, dazed, resisting and expecting luck. This time it was longing, happy, and happy.

When she returned home, the first thing she greeted was Bai Bai, who came rushing over, rubbing An Ming's trouser legs, scratching, biting and rolling, An Ming put down the big bag and small bag, picked it up and looked at it in vain, it hurt and hurt.

The white and thin palms in his hands were thin, the hair on his body was dry and gray, his eyes were full of grievances and dependence, and he was reluctant to show his head when he got into An Ming's arms.

An's mother walked out and saw the big bag on the ground, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes, the supplements for people to eat together are not as important as a cat?!

Mother An smiled lovingly: "I'm tired of riding in the car, go into the house quickly! Your father and I have been busy all morning and have made you a table of your favorite dishes! Wash your hands!"

An Ming was a little flattered, knowing that her parents' attitude towards her had changed, but she didn't expect it to change so quickly.

Seeing that An Ming was still holding Bai Bai, An Mu's tone was a little stiff: "Put down Bai Bai, wash your hands and face, and get ready to eat!"

"Good!"

When An Ming was about to put Bai Bai down, Bai Bai screamed pitifully, and his sharp claws hooked An Ming's short sleeves, but he didn't let go. An Ming was helpless, so he had to hold it all the time.

found the white cat bowl, saw a circle of black marks in the bowl, took it to the faucet and washed and dried it, and poured a bowl of cat food for Baibai, so that Baibai was not entangled for the time being.

On the wide round table, there are plates, and the dishes in each plate are exquisite and delicious, Father An gave An Ming a bowl of chicken soup and a few chopsticks of fried shredded potatoes: "You liked to eat fried shredded potatoes the most when you were a child, and you can eat most of the bowl every time, and it is still not the taste of your childhood!"

An Ming took one and put it in his mouth, the shredded potatoes were charred on the outside and tender on the inside, sprinkled with a layer of pepper and salt on the outside, with a hint of astringency, exactly the same taste as in his memory.

"Well, it's as delicious as what I ate when I was a child! The shredded potatoes are flat, my mother cut them with my hands, and my father fried them with my hands, right?"

Father An smiled and said, "What you said is right, it is your mother's cut potatoes, and the shredded potatoes she has cut all her life will not be neat." ”