Roy Hao watched for a while and then went in to help his wife. His son was taken care of, and his wife was still cooking alone, but it was too hard. If Bunny hadn't woken up just now, he would have definitely helped his wife.
"drop!"
Luo Zhuisi's eyes lit up when he heard the voice, and he ran towards the door on his short legs.
The simple sight made my heart skip a beat, and I was afraid that he would suddenly fall down.
"Slow down in remembrance and wait for sister."
Luo Zhuisi ran to the door, but because he was not tall enough, he could not reach the doorknob no matter how hard he stretched out his hand. But he still tried hard to raise his hand and was reluctant to put it down. Finally, he was tired and turned around to look at Jian Jian pitifully and pointed.
Holding the door open, "Sister...open."
She simply walked over and pinched his cheek. Even though she knew she couldn't open it, she was still so active, maybe it wasn't the first time. She also liked to open the door before, but it was never enough. When she reached that level, Zhou Zhuxiao
When I asked her to open the door, I became impatient.
She found that she fell deeply into the quirk of pinching Luo's face.
Opening the door, he was stunned when he saw the person in front of him. Yi Huaiyang felt as if it was yesterday when he saw Jian Jian.
The two of them broke up on bad terms that day. Simple was angry that he didn't respect her and slapped him hard. His palms were numb after the slap. Yi Huaiyang packed up his things and left that night, still a little unable to fit in.
Yi Huaiyang said to the suitcase, "Throw it in the trash can." Then left without looking back. She was left alone in the empty house, and the silent air made her breathless.
In fact, Yi Huaiyang was also angry with Jian Jian. Ever since he was a child, he had never been slapped by anyone, even if Yi Quwen hit him with a clothes hanger before. Every slap was contributed to Jian Jian.
The two people looked at each other blankly.
A carrot head suddenly ran out from behind Simple, and when he saw Yi Huaiyang, his eyes were all bright, "Brother-in-law, hug."
With a swish on his face, Jian Jian poked Luo Zhuisi's cheek unwillingly, but he couldn't control the force.
Luo Zhuisi pulled a face, his fair and tender face turned red wherever he was poked, "Bad sister."
With tears in his eyes, Luo Zhuisi was a little kid who didn't like to cry. Anyone who saw him wanted to hug him.
Jian Jian quickly squatted down, gently wiped the corners of his eyes, and coaxed softly, "It's all my sister's fault. Zhui Si can forgive my sister?" She was just angry at Huaiyang, she didn't mean it. It was too late for her to feel sorry for Luo Zhui Si.
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Luo Zhuisi pouted for a while, but did not say forgiveness was simple. He stretched out his hand to Yi Huaiyang, who was still standing at the door.
Yi Huaiyang stretched out his long arms and hugged him.
Luo Zhuisi's mouth widened and he smiled like a three-year-old child. In fact, he was a two-year-old child.
Jiang Jian closed the door gloomily. He sat on the sofa and looked at the two people having fun.
Most of the trouble was caused by Luo Zhuisi, while Yi Huaiyang looked on. Zhou Zhuxiao brought out the soup, saw Yi Huaiyang coming and said with a smile, "Huaiyang is here."
"Aunt."
"Stop sitting here and come in to help."
Jian Jian couldn't believe what she heard. Apparently less than an hour later, her most popular status was gone and she became the little brother who helped cook. She was her biological child.
He couldn't help but glare at Yi Huaiyang. It was all his fault. First, his brother disliked her, and now it was her mother.