Sicong's mother usually doesn't sleep with her son, but today is a special situation, so the nurse was arranged to sleep in the guest bedroom.

In the master bedroom, Mom sleeps on the left, the dog sleeps on the right, and Congcong sleeps in the middle.

It's been a few days since the last bath, and Wen Yang consciously lay on the quilt and didn't go into the quilt.

There was a good smell of milk on the baby's body, Wen Yang stretched his waist, put his head on the side of Sicong Xiangxiang's hair, and let the child's hands unconsciously pinch the long hair and ears on his body.

The child slept well, but in the middle of the night, Congcong's mother got up.

As soon as the quilt moved, Wen Yang woke up instantly.

When I opened my eyes, Congcong's mother had already gotten up, kicking her slippers and walking towards the bathroom with a sleepy face.

Turning his head, Wen Yang saw a pair of sparkling eyes, blinking at him.

Oops, the little one woke up too.

Wen Yang hurriedly rubbed Congcong's little face, and in the hazy moonlight shining into the room, he could even see a chubby dog face printed in the child's pupils.

Shhhhh

Wen Yang saw that the little dog face in his pupils was full of nervousness and worry.

As if prayer had worked, Sicong turned his head and looked around curiously, but did not cry.

The light in the house is more than enough for the dog's eyesight & 1 & book & read & novel {.{ yb}{du}.} But for humans, the night environment is still too dark.

After looking around for a while, the little milk baby found that she couldn't see anything, and could only touch a fluffy hot thing affectionately beside her. After a while, the child clutched a soft hand of dog hair, muttered meaningless syllables with his small mouth, and fell asleep in the dark.

Nothing happened overnight.

Early in the morning, Wenyang was the first to wake up.

The temperature is very suitable, the quilt is very soft, and even the air is full of sweet milky fragrance, but Wenyang found that he still didn't sleep very well in a different environment.

Looking at the white belly of the fish outside the window, Wen Yang was ready to get up. Congcong was still asleep, his small body was tightly pressed on him, his fleshy pink face was buried in his chest, and a few soft fine hairs on his body fluttered with the child's even snort.

Not daring to make too big a move, Wen Yang gently moved his body to the side, Congcong's little arm lost its support, waved and grabbed the futon twice, his brows moved, he turned over, grabbed his mother's chest with a slap and continued to sleep.

looked at Cong Cong's little hands with envy.

It's good to be a kid!

Wen Yang smashed his mouth, jumped out of bed lightly with infinite emotion, stood on the side of the bed and pouted his ass and stretched his hind legs, moved his muscles and bones, and then went to the house to go around the house by the way to see what he had to eat. This dog nursery was a nurseryman, and he didn't even care about yesterday's dinner and today's breakfast, and the Zhao family completely forgot about this incident, and the feeling of hunger was really uncomfortable.

From the wet nurse who was making breakfast, mixed two slices of toast, a hard-boiled egg and two pieces of char siu, Wen Yang puffed out his cheeks, and saw Sicong's mother holding her son who was wearing crooked little clothes, and hurriedly came out and called the nurse to help change diapers and breastfeed.

Without Sicong's mother participating, the wet nurse finished the work very quickly, and when Sicong was drinking milk, Wenyang ran around and visited the Zhao family, and accidentally touched a button, moved a desk, and revealed the safe behind it. In order to prevent the killed dog from extinguishing his mouth, while there was no one around, Wen Yang pressed the button on the table leg several times with his paws to move the desk back, and then obediently returned to Congcong and lay on his stomach.

After a good night's sleep, the little milk baby was in much better spirits, and vaguely shouted words similar to "Mom-Mom" with the adults, and when Wenyang ran away before, he didn't cry.

Cong Cong's father came home at noon, and when he got home, he fell asleep and put a stack of papers on the bedside table. Wenyang stepped on his feet and saw what the xx real estate bid was.

In the evening, Zhao Han got up and washed his face, teased his son for a while, and found that Sicong was not stupid anymore, nor did he toss anymore, he happily sat on the edge of the bed and drank a bowl of white fungus soup, changed his clothes, and took the borrowed husky to Gong Jiang's house to "return the things to the original owner".

Wen Yang didn't sleep well in Zhao's house, and Gong Jiang didn't sleep well in his own house.

When I got home, Lemon, a heartless fat man, naturally washed and slept.

The poor ones are the Gong family and the couple, who have been sitting in bed and analyzing for most of the night.

From why there are doormen in Cantonese restaurants who specialize in opening doors and parking lots, to those "VIPs" who are surrounded by circles and faintly forming small circles, Zhang Mingyue also saw this, she found that some women's handbags and shoes were brands that she had coveted for a long time in the downtown shopping mall but was reluctant to buy. Of course, Zhang Mingyue is not a materialistic woman, so she is also lucky not to find other women's handbags and shoes, taking some high-end routes that she has never heard of, and the price is several zeros more than the brands she knows.

The topic of discussion went from the VIP to the middle-aged Zhao Hanhe who looked at the much younger Cong Cong Mother, and then went back to the two men in suits who blocked Zhang Mingyue and Lemon at the door of the lounge, and finally began to guess how much this birthday banquet made of various dishes as exquisite as a work of art was worth, the couple stared at each other, and finally found that their understanding of their neighbors was too shallow.

"It's definitely rich."

In the end, Zhang Mingyue hugged the pillow and made a certain conclusion.

Gong Jiang turned off the light without saying a word, and secretly rolled his eyes in the dark.

It's just nonsense!

When Zhao Han knocked on the door with Wenyang, Zhang Mingyue was cooking, and Gong Jiang and Lemon wrapped the book covers for the new fourth-grade school.

"Who?"

Lemon was called by his father to open the door, and stood in the doorway and shouted.

"It's Uncle Zhao downstairs," Zhao Han replied outside the door, "Uncle has come to return your family's big hair!" ”

This will make Zhao Han finally remember Wen Yang's name.

"Daddy!" Lemon smiled and opened the door lock, shouting to his father to come out to entertain guests.

With his own dog day by day spent a whole summer vacation, this first separation, although it was only a short day, Lemon still felt very uncomfortable, seeing the door squatting is also a smiling husky, happily hugged, almost did not strangle Wenyang.

"Da Mao is back, and Uncle Zhao is also here!"

Lemon welcomed Zhao Han into the house, Zhang Mingyue wiped her hands on her apron, and came out with Gong Jiang.

turned off the fire on the gas stove, the couple made tea one and served refreshments, and warmly entertained Zhao Han, Wen Yang drooled, rubbed to the table, and secretly popped up to take away a piece of refreshment, but his throat was too big and he swallowed it directly into his stomach.

With all the questions of yesterday, Gong Jiang began to give full play to the greatest emotional intelligence he could have as a nerd, and had a cordial and friendly conversation with Zhao Han, while also throwing questions out one by one.

Zhao Han also has some interest in this family.

Last time, my wife mentioned that the elevator door was accidentally closed and her son's hand was clamped. Fortunately, the child's arm only left a red mark, so there was no major problem. A key factor in this, according to the child's mother, is the Gong family's puppy Da Mao.

Although Congcong's mother didn't see too clearly because she was on the phone and was blocked by the stroller, she still heard the "crunch" squeak made by Wen Yang's paws when she scratched the elevator door.

Seeing that the dog seemed to pull the door, the door opened again, so when she saw Zhang Mingyue, she gave a box of hairy crabs, which was a small thank you gift, and later when Sicong held a birthday party, he also called this neighbor, originally according to their intersection, Gong Jiang and they still had no possibility to participate in this form of party.

After talking for a while, the nerd Gong Jiang gradually fell behind, from where he worked, to which college he graduated from, what major he studied, and how many classes of students he studied, all of them were dug up by Zhao Han clearly.

Wen Yang lay on the sofa and listened to the story.

These things, even he himself has not heard Gong Jiang mention it, he only knew that Gong Jiang was a doctor, and he didn't expect that even the school he graduated from was so good, although he is now evaluated as a workplace, but he has not hung any real job, nor has he taken any projects, which is really a bit humiliating.

Gong Jiang will understand.

Zhao Han is older than himself when he comes, as the old saying goes, he may have eaten more salt than he has eaten, right? The world he has seen is obviously not comparable to a doctor with a very narrow social circle like him. In addition, he is really a little "weak", and before he can talk about a flower, he has already been defeated and retreated.

Zhao Han looked at Gong Jiang, feeling a little funny in his heart, and also felt a little pity.

Back then, it was because I was not admitted to a better school that I changed direction, asked relatives and friends to scrape together some money, went to the sea, and started a business. Fortunately, when several big opportunities came, they were resolute and resolute, and firmly grasped different opportunities, so that today's achievements have been achieved.

When it comes to money, what I have is; In terms of talent and learning, Zhao Han, who was not admitted to university, is ashamed of himself compared with Gong Jiang.

I feel that in front of such a neighbor, there is nothing to hide.

After thinking about it, Zhao Han began to talk to the doctor in front of him about the story of his hard work for more than ten years.