Zhang Mo'er laughed out loud and touched the little guy's head, "Who taught you this?" ”

The little guy said with a look of hatred: "Whoever makes you not get married, I am anxious for you." ”

"You children don't care about the affairs of adults."

The little guy sighed, "Okay, then I'll leave you alone today, I'll take care of it another day." ”

Zhang Mo'er held back a smile and stepped forward to see Shen Rongche making sugar gourds.

"How's it going?"

Zhang Mo'er looked like she was on patrol, and Shen Rongche pointed to the hawthorn next to her.

"Skewered."

Zhang Mo'er pouted, she was in a hurry to do coolies.

"How much?"

She thought that the little one couldn't eat so much alone, probably only a few skewers.

"It depends on the speed of your skewers or the speed of my hands."

Shen Rongche hooked his lips and glanced back at Zhang Mo'er with a smile in his eyes.

Zhang Mo'er raised her eyebrows, is this man discharging with her?

"You're busy, I'm going to watch cartoons."

The little guy stood behind and saw that the two men had ignored him.

I was deeply aware that I was a light bulb, so I watched cartoons silently.

In this era, you have to watch your parents sprinkle dogs and mothers at every turn, and the little guy said that he was really a little sour.

Zhang Mo'er glanced back at the little guy and advised, "There is food in the refrigerator, you can take it out and eat it yourself." ”

"Got it!"

The little guy opened the refrigerator while holding the remote control, brought a stool, jumped up nimbly, and looked into the refrigerator to see what was there.

Finding that he didn't like to eat it, or that he couldn't eat it, the little guy silently closed the door of the refrigerator.

"Okay, no, I'm hungry!"

The little guy shouted at the two men in the kitchen.

Zhang Mo'er poked her head out, "Drink milk first, and we'll be fine right away." ”

The little one hung his head and went to get the milk.

Shen Rongche was on the side, and saw that Zhang Mo'er's attention was all attracted by the little guy.

Some tasted, "You're too doting on children." ”

"Xiao Yi is so cute, I can't help it."

Shen Rongche is helpless, cute?

It seems that he is wrong to be handsome, he should be cute.

The two of them worked together to quickly make the sugar gourd.

Shen Rongche also fried two side dishes by the way.

Zhang Mo'er took advantage of the little guy watching TV outside and hugged Shen Rongche's waist from behind.

"Ah Che, I found you to be a treasure!"

Shen Rongche hooked his lips and felt the warmth behind him.

turned around and wrapped around Zhang Mo'er.

"Oh? How so? ”

Zhang Mo'er said seriously: "Look at you, you seem to know everything, in terms of architecture, I can be my teacher, I can make money, I can support my family, and I am so good at cooking, do you think I have accumulated blessings in my last life, and I only met you in this life?" ”

"It's my last life that I was blessed."

Shen Rongche touched Zhang Mo'er's face with a smile on his face.

"Tut-tut, you two, do you want to be so crooked?"

The little one didn't know when he was already leaning against the door frame, leaning over to look at them.

"Do you have an opinion?"

Shen Rongche said lightly.

The little guy shook his head, "No comment, just be happy." ”

Zhang Mo'er was a little embarrassed to leave Shen Rongche's arms and pick up the little guy.

"Don't watch cartoons anymore?"

"Cartoons aren't as good as the idol dramas in your kitchen."

"Stinky boy, what are you talking about!"

Zhang Mo'er didn't expect that the little guy could say anything messy in his mouth, and pretended to be angry.

The little guy squinted, attached to Zhang Mo'er's ear and said, "Mo'er, I like to see you tired, please be more tired after the meeting." ”

Zhang Mo'er patted the little guy's buttocks, "What nonsense, go to dinner." ”

Put the little guy down, and the little guy immediately ran to the dinner table and sat down obediently.

Shen Rongche brought the sugar gourd to the table, and the little guy reached out to take it without thinking about it.

"Wait until it's cold before eating, eat first."

The little guy pouted, "But that's what I want to eat." ”

"If you talk nonsense, I'll throw it away."

Shen Rongche threatened the little guy.

"What a bad man, I'm going to say bad things about you in front of Mo'er!"

The little guy muttered dissatisfiedly in front of Shen Rongche.

Shen Rongche pretended not to hear it, and ate silently.

The little guy occupied Zhang Mo'er throughout the whole process and deliberately provoked Shen Rongche.

However, Shen Rongche was like no one else, eating his own food silently.

Zhang Mo'er found that after the little guy came out of the hospital, he was extremely noisy, at least ten times more noisy than usual.

The little guy is so pampered and arrogant that he can't tell the difference between the east and the west.

Shen Rongche put down his chopsticks when he was full, and the little guy was still nibbling on the sugar gourd.

"Don't eat too much, take care of your body."

The little guy disagreed, "I know my body, a few strings of sugar gourds, and I can't help it." ”

This time, Shen Rongche didn't speak, and Zhang Mo'er spoke.

"You can't eat too much of that, the sugar is too high, it's not good for your teeth."

The little one nibbles the last one and puts down the stick.

"I know Mo'er, I listen to you."

The little guy's well-behaved appearance is so cute, Zhang Mo'er can't help but smack on the little guy's face.

Shen Rongche couldn't stand it anymore.

"Where else do you want to go in the afternoon?"

This was what the little guy was asked of, and in order to prevent the little one from continuing to exude charm, he began to interject.

Zhang Mo'er thought for a while, "Why don't we go to the art museum?" ”

Since you are in Italy, it is still a good choice to visit art museums and cultivate your sentiments.

Shen Rongche has no opinion, anyway, he is just a driver and an escort.

The little guy rolled his eyes and nodded in agreement. "I'm going to the art gallery too."

Zhang Mo'er smiled and touched the little guy's head, "Then let's go to the art museum." ”

The little guy jumped up and down and pulled Zhang Mo'er upstairs to change clothes.

Shen Rongche was sitting downstairs drinking coffee.

By the time Zhang Mo'er and the others came down, half an hour had passed.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Mo'er walked up to Shen Rongche with the little guy in her arms, her face full of joy.

Shen Rongche nodded and took the little guy over.

"I'll hold him."

"No, I'm going to be with Mo'er."

The little one refuses.

Shen Rongche glanced over and said lightly: "You are too heavy, it will make her tired." ”

Zhang Mo'er waved her hand, "I'm not tired, Xiao Yi is so light, how can he be tired." ”

When the little guy heard that Zhang Mo'er would be tired, he hurriedly changed his words, "I want Uncle Shen to hug me, Mo'er, you better rest." ”

Shen Rongche took the little guy and pinched his ass.

This can be regarded as revenge for the little guy for speaking ill of himself in front of Zhang Mo'er.

The little guy complained in Shen Rongche's ear: "You hurt me, how can you have such a personal vendetta!" ”

Shen Rongche whispered, "You asked for it." ”

When the three of them arrived at the art museum, Zhang Moer met an old acquaintance.