The little girl was one year older and had a cute appearance. She looked at Meng Huaiyu curiously and suddenly shouted: "Brother!"
Mrs. Qu was panicked. Her husband was the editor of the Hanlin Academy. Her father-in-law was the third-rank minister of Guanglu Temple in the imperial court. He was from an inconspicuous family in the capital. However, the woman opposite was the daughter of the prime minister and the hostess of the Hou Mansion... They were so high up. Not on.
Mrs. Qu hurriedly apologized, but Xihe waved her hand indifferently, smiling and inviting her mother and daughter to play together.
It was difficult for Mr. Qu to refuse, but her heart was raised and she was very cautious in her words and deeds.
Xihe could see clearly, but his face didn't show anything, and he was teasing the two little dolls leisurely. The original owner was also a celebrity in the capital. Some ladies and ladies from various families looked down upon her, while others did not dare to offend her and chose to stay away from her. Qu was the latter.
There were two children playing in the middle, and the group was not embarrassed.
However, after walking for a while, Qu's face turned pale from exhaustion and she was covered in sweat.
Xihe frowned. Qu was the heroine's biological mother. In the plot, she passed away within two years. It was said that she was in poor health, but now it seems that she had been ill for a long time.
"Hurry up and help your wife sit down, Xiaodie, go get the doctor." Xihe ordered.
Mrs. Qu wanted to refuse, but she was dizzy and too tired to speak, so she could only let Xihe arrange it.
The doctor came over in a hurry, checked his pulse, and said he was "weak, he needs to be recuperated", and then prescribed a tonic, which was no different from Xie's prescription.
Mrs. Qu calmed down and said softly: "Sister Lao is worried, this is an old problem of mine."
The two of them talked happily just now, and because of their similar age difference, they called themselves sisters.
Xihe said, "Sister, please go back and have a good rest. I will visit you again tomorrow." Then he watched the group of people return to the yard.
After everyone in the Xie Mansion left, Xihe saw Meng Huaiyu still staring at the intersection, and his heart skipped a beat. This little guy wouldn't be thinking about the heroine at such a young age, would he?
"Does Huaiyu like the little sister just now?"
Xihe looked at the child with a smile.
Meng Huaiyu blinked his eyes: "My sister is very good."
Xihe nodded: "I'm going to play with my little sister tomorrow. Do you want to go?"
Meng Huaiyu nodded immediately.
Xihe was speechless for a moment. Are you really thinking about this?
At noon, after lunch, Meng Yuchuan followed Xihe into the bedroom, and Xihe asked about the Xie family.
When Meng Yuchuan asked her why, she said she met her while walking in the morning.
“Mr. .”
Xihe tilted his head, looking confused.
Meng Yuchuan, are you serious?
If she hadn't seen the plot, she would have believed that Meng Yuchuan was praising people.
He has a good-natured nature and does not hesitate to use vulgar things. In fact, he is just stupid and doesn't care about shit. Mr. Xie has spent most of his life to get to this position.
The heroine's father is even more amazing. He hangs out with his friends all day long, drinks until dawn, and even stays in a brothel.
The heroine's grandma was born in the countryside, and she didn't have the temperament of an old lady. She spent all her time teasing her daughter-in-law. After the heroine was reborn, she often confronted her... Meng Yuchuan wanted her to have less to do with them in the future.
Xihe said deliberately: "Huaiyu said that he likes the little sister of the Xie family very much."
Your son insists on getting in, let's see what you do.
Meng Yuchuan smiled lightly: "No problem, children are forgetful. As long as no one mentions it in front of them, they will soon be attracted to other things."
Xihe shrugged, okay.
Suddenly, I remembered what he promised yesterday.
"Is your kite tied up?"
"No."
Without waiting for Xihe to glare, he smiled and invited: "Why don't you, madam, come with me?"
Xihe fell on the bed and rolled into the quilt: "Do your own thing. Go and get busy. I'm going to take a lunch break." It's sunny, why don't you sleep.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep after a while.
Meng Yuchuan: "..."
After a while, he chuckled, feeling like he was sleeping well.
Xihe slept for half an hour and woke up to find Meng Yuchuan making a kite with a little baby sitting next to him.
Meng Huaiyu turned around and saw her, stood up excitedly, pointed at the kite: "Eagle!"
Xihe walked over and occupied his stool with evil intentions. The little guy's eyes suddenly widened. Xihe smiled and took him into his arms. The little guy's face turned red instantly.
Meng Yuchuan saw it, smiled, lowered his head and continued to fly the kite.
His hands are extremely skillful, the kites he makes are big and strong, and the eagles he draws are lifelike and majestic.
Meng Huaiyu was so happy that he looked at his father with admiration.
Taking the eagle with them, the three of them moved to the racecourse, facing the wind and sending the eagle high into the sky. The children's cheerful laughter echoed throughout the other courtyard, but some people felt very uncomfortable.
Xihe turned his head inadvertently and met the nanny's complicated eyes.
The wet nurse lowered her head in panic.
Xihe looked away lightly.
For several days, the three of them played around in the other courtyard.
Meng Huaiyu is no longer afraid of his father, and his personality has changed a lot. He laughs wantonly and runs very fast.
That day, early in the morning, as soon as Xihe opened the door, the little guy sitting in front of the door immediately got up with his little butt sticking out, and said in surprise: "Mom, are you up?"
Xihe: "..."
On, the horror of being called "mother" by a little rebel.
The first time she heard the little guy shouting, she was very surprised, but at that time the little guy blurted out, and she was extremely shy after shouting. After this comparison, she calmed down.
Why don't you just call me mom?
"Well, let's go have breakfast?"
"good!"
The little guy said crisply.
Xihe walked in front, and the little guy grabbed the hem of her skirt and jumped behind.
Meng Yuchuan always got up early and was already waiting in the flower hall. They didn't have the rule of eating or sleeping. After finishing the meal, the three of them strolled up the back mountain.
At first, the three of them walked separately, but then Meng Huaiyu couldn't walk anymore, so Meng Yuchuan carried him on his back.
The little guy was carried by his father for the first time. His little face was red with excitement and his little mouth was buzzing.
Climbing to the top of the mountain, standing on the edge of the small pavilion, looking at the vast river and mountains, everyone's face could not help but have a beautiful smile.
The scenery on the mountain is beautiful, so Xihe planned to have a barbecue. It would be convenient to have servants there.
"Mom, eat!"
The child held up the bamboo stick, his eyes shining brightly.
Xihe took it and took a bite: "It's delicious!" The child was immediately satisfied.
Suddenly, a bamboo stick was handed over to him. Xihe turned his head and met Meng Yuchuan's smiling eyes: "Madam, try your husband's craftsmanship."
Xihe looked at the roasted pork belly, which was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and took it.
"How does it taste?" the man asked with a smile.
Xihe nodded: "Not bad."
Meng Yuchuan pursed his lips and smiled, raised his hand, and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.
Xihe's eyes widened.
Meng Yuchuan smiled and said, "It's clean."
Xihe: "..."
At this moment, Meng Huaiyu raised his chin and came over, eagerly saying: "Dad, Chen'er is dirty too." Meng Yuchuan smiled and wiped him too.
