Bypassing the huge flower bed, it was early autumn, and most of the flowering periods had passed, with only a few bunches of late-flowering varieties blooming here and there.
The afterglow of the setting sun hit Ling Yansen's thin, bamboo-like back.
He took long steps, but when he reached the small concrete area in front of the steps, he stopped slightly, and the pointed toes of his Italian leather shoes swayed slightly.
The eyes were dark and deep.
When the housekeeper heard the sound of the car stalling, he opened the door consciously and stood at the door with a smile on his face and a slight bow, "Sir, you are back."
Ling Yansen frowned slightly when he saw his movements. This was the person that Man Yin brought here when he moved here. He had always disliked red tape, and he didn't like the servants at home running around under his nose. There were too many, too complicated.
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After entering the door, I took off my black woolen coat and the butler immediately took it over.
I lowered my head to change my shoes. The shoe cabinet was still the same as before, but a larger shoe cabinet was added next to it. There were neatly placed pairs of top-notch luxury shoes, all for women, all with low heels.
He frowned again.
When I felt my head heat up after eating, I couldn't help but prayed over and over again for her to move here, but she didn't expect it and I encountered a lot of trouble.
Going around the long corridor, all the wall lamps were turned on.
Entering the living room, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the new printed velvet cushions that had been replaced on the sofa, and my breath became heavy.
He pointed and asked the housekeeper in a rough voice, "Who asked me to replace it?"
The housekeeper paused and felt concerned. As early as in the afternoon, when Miss Man insisted on telling him to remove the original Fruit Ninja mat, he had expected that his husband would react like this when he returned home.
Wipe the sweat from your head.
"Husband...Ms. Man." Under Mr.'s strong and condensing pressure, the housekeeper was lucky to have his tongue bent in time. The title "Mrs." was taboo for Mr. Man, and Miss Man was Miss Man.
"Give me the original one and put it back! Hurry!"
The slightly angry voice was not loud, but the texture was very cold and hard. The butler was so frightened that he shrugged his shoulders for a long time, thinking that he would be a bad person now, "Sir, Miss Man's side..."
"I'll go tell you."
Ling Yansen left this sentence lazily and walked directly to the stairs. He took long steps, kicked the two steps, and soon went up to the second floor. At the entrance of the stairs was the master bedroom. The third room to the left of the master bedroom, the door was slightly open.
After opening a crack, Ling Yansen paused, glanced, and walked quickly towards the room on the right side of the master bedroom without stopping.
Ah Qing closed the door, and Man Yin looked up behind her. When she saw Ah Qing walking over with her head lowered, her eyes gradually darkened, "You're not here?"
"He went to the child. Miss, the second young master regards the young master as a treasure. He is afraid of falling if he holds it, and he is afraid of melting. After all, it is his child, and this is normal. Don't be jealous."
"Humph, if any woman gave birth to him, would he take it so seriously? Just because it was Duan Qingwu, even if this child is three years old and can't walk or talk and looks dull, it's still a treasure in his hand.
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Fu Wen had a headache. She paused. Even though her mouth was extremely dry, she still managed to cheer up, leaned forward, and hugged the small, squirming little ball that was playing with itself on the Fruit Ninja stall.
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Then, he pointed to the pinyin marked under the picture on the card, "Little Master, this red and round thing is called a tomato. It is good for children to eat it. Come on, say it after me, tomato."
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How could Duoduo know what this beautiful, forbearing woman was saying.
Her soft and slender little body took the trouble to get out of Fu Wen's arms and slid onto the plush floor. She stood up and took two steps. Suddenly her little lotus-like hands hit the carpet, round and round.
The black eyes were stunned, and his mouth was flat, but he did not cry. After a while, he happily crawled towards the round plastic thorn ball placed in the small cart.
Sister Chen was smiling next to her, "Young master, be good and follow the teacher's instructions. After you have finished reading, Grandma Chen will give you this thing to play with, okay?"
Duoduo is very aggrieved.
He stood up and took two steps but fell down again. Even after he fell, he remained quiet, neither crying nor fussing, just staring at Fu Wen with his round, bright eyes, like black grapes.
Fu Wen blushed at the stupid handsome young master in front of her. She coughed twice and started to repeat, "Young Master, be good. You learned how to use tomatoes today, so you can go play."
Duoduo sat with her slit trousers wrapped around her curved calves, her not too fleshy but very round little arms climbed up to her head, touching and touching, her little red lips parted, babbling, tinkering for a long time, making vague syllables
It finally became a word, but it was not tomato, "...little silly man...be good."
As soon as the tender and soft childish voice fell, Sister Chen was the first to be unable to hold back. She laughed so hard that she burst into tears.
Fu Wen couldn't help but laugh. She wanted to shave off Duo Duo's delicate and straight nose, and murmured lovingly in her hometown dialect, "Little red guy..."
Before Ling Yansen opened the door, he heard the warm laughter in the whole room. His thin lips could not hold back and he also curled up. He opened the door and stood tall, covering the bright light in the large corridor.
He leaned against the edge of the door slantingly, his dark gaze instantly softened into a pool of warm water, "Let's see who scolded my Duoduo little redhead!"
Fu Wen blushed and looked at the tall and handsome man at the door with some embarrassment. The monster's outline was as sharp as a knife. No matter how many times she saw it, it was a new round of surprise every time. She stood up immediately and respectfully
Respectfully, "Mr. Ling."
This sound from Mr. Ling made Duoduo energetic. He rolled his little body on the soft floor a few times, walked and fell towards Ling Yansen, and finally crawled over smoothly, raising his little head, smiling, with bright pupils,
He was babbling, and stretched out his little hand towards Ling Yansen, wanting to hug him, "Daddy... I want daddy..."
After making love for a long time, Ling Yansen had no choice but to walk over, squat down, put his big hands together, and put Duoduo into his arms. He smiled, scraped his little nose lovingly, and kissed him hard, "Daddy, what kind of daddy? Little Chi! It's daddy, want to
hug……"
"Daddy... I want daddy..."
Duoduo opened her bright red mouth, and her porcelain-pink face was filled with a happy smile. She grabbed Ling Yansen's ears with her little hands and refused to let go.
Ling Yansen bluffed him, "You bastard! You dare to pull my ears. Why didn't I see that you were a demon king earlier?"
The soft body like cotton candy was full of milky fragrance. Ling Yansen buried his nose in his smooth neck, and it really smelled delicious.
"Papa... Duoduo..." Duoduo played hard on his shirt, showing no pity for the valuable handmade shirt. Ling Yansen lowered his head and looked, and sure enough, it was wet and drooling...
"You little scoundrel! I will poison you!" Ling Yansen shook his head and lamented, with a smile on his face.