After watching for a while, there seemed to be no sign of the person on the bed waking up. Shen Mohan sighed softly, took off his clothes, climbed onto the bed, held her in his arms, and closed his eyes.
In the early morning, the little guy got up early. When he arrived at his new home, his excitement was not over yet. He wanted to get up early to go out to play and eat well.
But when I got up and took a look, my home was quiet, without any sound.
He washed up slowly in the bathroom and cleaned the wet floor. When he came out, the room was still quiet.
He got angry.
His parents were so outrageous that they left him alone and went to work early, without even leaving him breakfast.
The angry little guy was like an angry little elephant. He snorted loudly and made the sound of the refrigerator and microwave oven loud. He didn't find anything to eat, so he went straight to his mother's bedroom to make her dirty.
The bed made her understand that the consequences of her son's anger would be serious.
But when he opened the door, he was dumbfounded.
What I saw was a picture like this. The 'big python' with body hair wrapped tightly around the fair mother. Her small body was wrapped in the middle, quietly, without even the possibility of struggling.
All gone.
The little guy didn't think about it, nor did he think about it. He shouted loudly, rushed over, jumped on the bed and started to dismantle the big python. He used his hands and feet to tear it apart and put it in. The majesty of the little man was frightening.
The two people entangled together woke up, but Shen Mohan endured the pain on his body and deliberately held Su Cen tightly without letting go.
Su Cen struggled, with a pair of small fists pressed against Shen Mohan's chest, her face as hot as fire: "Yangyang." She called out in a low voice.
"Mom, I'm here, you don't have to be afraid." Shen Mohan's hand finally loosened up, giving the aggressive little guy an opportunity to pull his arm away and kick it straight, landing right on Shen Mohan's chest.
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After all, he is a boy, and his legs are quite strong.
Shen Mohan was in pain, frowning, with a look of pain on his face. He groaned, let go of the prey in his hand, turned sideways, and moved away a little.
The little guy took advantage of the situation and stepped between the two of them. His legs spread apart and rested between them: "Let's see who dares to make trouble again."
As soon as these words came out, the two adults suddenly choked, looked at each other, and actually laughed out loud at the same time.
Making trouble, this metaphor of the little guy is really vivid.
Shen Mohan suppressed his laughter and the pain of being pinched in his chest. He turned around and held the little guy in front of his chest: "Boy, if you dare to steal something from me, see how I deal with you." He held the little guy's calf with both hands to prevent him.
Those energetic little feet sprang up again.
"Mom is not a thing. She is mine. You want to take it away." The little guy didn't move. He was very aware of his situation at the moment, but his big eyes showed no signs of weakness and stared at his father warily.
Su Cen stood up, looked at the faces of the two photo albums, one big and one small, and smiled: "I won't make trouble with you anymore, I will make breakfast."
Daily newspapers will be placed in the newspaper box at the door by the newspaper deliveryman.
Su Cen had prepared breakfast, and when he saw the two men coming out of the bathroom one after another, making a fuss, he felt more at ease than ever before. He put the breakfast on the table, greeted the two men, and brought in the newspaper outside the door.
, put it on the coffee table, and turn it in to wash your hands.
When he came out, he bumped into Yangyang who was rushing into the bathroom.
"Why are you running? It's on fire." Su Cen stepped aside. The little guy was holding something in his hand and looked hurriedly. Su Cen immediately became more alert.
"What are you holding in your hand?"
"I have a stomachache and I want daddy. Mom, please get out quickly." The little guy hid one hand behind his back and began to push his mother away.
"You have a stomachache. What are you doing with the newspaper? It's not hygienic. Go and use toilet paper." She walked out, walked to the door, turned around suddenly, took the newspaper out of the little guy's hand, ran out, and closed the door.
I wanted to throw it away, but found that it was today's new newspaper. "I haven't even read this little rascal." He walked towards the dining table with the newspaper, but stopped halfway.
On the newspaper, a striking red headline, accompanied by a set of photos, stunned Su Cen who was holding the newspaper. After a moment, his fingertips turned white and began to tremble slightly.
On the dining table, Shen Mohan was sipping milk leisurely and happily.
I remember that when he first got married, Shen Mohan didn't like drinking milk, especially at breakfast. When he saw the white stuff, his brows knitted together tightly.
Later, I gradually got used to it, but every time I saw him drinking milk, his expression was as astringent as if he was going up a mountain of knives and down a sea of fire.
Speaking of their respective lives before getting married, they were very different, but he still followed her and gradually learned to adapt.
Thinking about it carefully, he actually did a lot for her and this family, and changed a lot, silently, never saying anything, just like the sunshine that shines into the house every day. As time goes by, people gradually ignore that.
Apply warmth.
Su Cen's eyes were wet, and the newspaper in his hand was clenched a little tightly.
Behind him, a small fat hand unknowingly grabbed Su Cen's clothes. He had a small, tender face, looking up, with an innocent expression on his face.
Su Cen's heart paused for a moment, and then a smile oozed from the corner of his mouth, covering up the moisture in his eye sockets. This little child, even he knew what to hide for his father, and even he longed for a warm home.
, it seems that she should consider it carefully.
He turned around and pinched the tender little face: "Aren't you going to the toilet so quickly?"
On his cute little face, a pair of black pupils blinked several times, but his little mind couldn't turn around. He needed to clear his mind and understand his mother: "I want toilet paper."
Xiao Zui muttered, but as soon as he finished speaking, he realized the seriousness of the problem. There was half a white tissue exposed in the paper box, and there was a large package of newly opened paper on the sink counter.
Su Cen bought it when she got off work a few days ago. After she opened it and put it in the carton in the morning, she forgot to put it away.
The little guy knew that his little trick was revealed, so he stuck out his tongue, made a face, ducked into the bathroom, and locked himself in the embarrassment of his own making.
Shen Mohan was on the dining table, drinking milk slowly, looking leisurely.
Su Cen calmed down. His heart, which was originally turbulent, was relieved a lot because of the little guy's deliberate cover-up.
He walked over, sat across from Shen Mohan, and put the fried eggs on the plate in front of him: "Are you okay today? Just relax like this."
Shen Mohan didn't calm down and just nodded: "There is a meeting in the morning, but it's at nine o'clock. There's still time." He thought Su Cen was simply caring about him, and his heart felt warm.
Su Cen did not speak, but quietly took a sip of the porridge. It was very hot, making her tongue and roof of her mouth numb. She paused for a moment, with tears in her eyes.
"Shen Mohan, you did it on purpose, right?"
Shen Mohan saw Su Cen's eyes filled with tears when he was burned, and suddenly laughed: "Look, you cooked the food yourself, and no one is trying to compete with you. Can't you eat slowly? Why are you always like this? It seems
He's in a hurry to eat for someone else." Shen Mohan teased her and quickly pushed the water glass in his hand to her: "Drink some warm water and take it easy."
The tears in Su Cen's eyes finally couldn't be held back anymore and flowed down, dripping heavily on the back of her hands, which made her feel distressed. He always didn't talk much, but when he cared about her, he always acted like a verbose old woman.
"I know, you want to use this method to block those rumors for me, but why bother? Your position is much more important than mine." Su Cen lowered his head and held Shen Mohan's hand and handed it over.
He almost drank the water in the glass of water in one go.
During her aunt's funeral yesterday, Shen Mohan kissed her in public at the door of the funeral home. She knew what Shen Mohan wanted to do, so she asked Su Fang to use strong methods to scare the reporters so that no one dared to publish the article.
However, the photo was still published in the newspaper, and the clarity of the image did not look like it was captured in a hurry by a third-rate paparazzi, nor did it look like it was edited and synthesized from photos.
Totally true.
Shen Mohan's social status in City Z is very important. If such a photo were not approved by him, I am afraid that any media would first have to consider their future survival issues when publishing this news.
Shen Mohan knew what Su Cen was referring to, but he still pretended to be ignorant and gave Su Cen a faint smile: "What's wrong? Isn't it appropriate?"
"No." Su Cen shook her head vigorously, not daring to look up at him. His gaze was too penetrating, and she was afraid that he would tell her easily: "You shouldn't have agreed to publish these photos. What will others think?"
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Sure enough, with just one glance, Su Cen's worries were all grasped by Shen Mohan: "Why shouldn't I? I'm not an idol-level public figure. Is there anything inappropriate about me kissing my wife?"
"Don't change the subject, I'm talking about the photos in the newspaper, and I'm just your ex-wife."
"Honey, please, stop torturing me like this!" Shen Mohan was going crazy, "You can do whatever you want, just don't be so incompetent, okay?".
What Shen Mohan said was correct, but in her heart, she was always twisting a rope and couldn't turn around.
"Shen Mohan, I think we should have a good talk." Seeing the little guy's little figure running down quickly, Su Cen said.
"Yeah." Shen Mohan didn't say much. He hummed, his throat was a little choked, and his voice was hoarse. Su Cen sat there with his head lowered, his back straight, and a strand of black hair hanging down to his cheeks. It looked like
She was very soft and graceful. I wanted to reach out and comb her hair, but after lifting it, she still didn't move.
Shen Mohan's cell phone rang suddenly. He glanced at it and hung up immediately. Just as he was about to continue the conversation with Su Cen, he didn't know that the phone rang again.
"Take it," Su Cen said, "Maybe there's something urgent."
Shen Mohan glanced at her, hesitated for a few seconds, and then picked up the phone.
Su Cen knew it was about his work and was about to walk away when he saw this, but Shen Mohan grabbed her hand and pulled her back, pressing her into his arms without any explanation.