"The relationship between father and son is really good."
"Yes, every time my son comes home, my grandson doesn't want him and is not close to him at all."
"Only children from single-parent families are so close to their father."
Luo Jian carried Chenchen and walked far away, and he could still hear the voices of the aunties and aunties waiting for the elevator at the elevator entrance talking about him.
He admires their imagination and being a single-parent family.
Wang Yichen also heard the discussion, hugged Luo Jian's neck and laughed, "Dad, Dad, where are we going?"
Luo Jian said: "Go to the mall!"
After leaving the door, he lifted Wang Yichen high and put it on his neck.
Two people superimposed together become a giant.
Wang Yichen asked curiously: "Why are you going to the mall?"
Luo Jian replied: "Buying clothes."
"oh."
"..."
Mu Mu called the blood tiger. When the blood tiger heard that he wanted to eat with Qingqing, he screamed excitedly, as if he had been given chicken blood.
Mu Mu told him that he must be more wealthy at night because Zhao Qingqing writes novels and interacts with wealthy male protagonists and co-stars every day, so she has a very high vision.
She must bring these two people together so that Qingqing will not have time to look for Luo Jian in the future.
"We are about the same size. We used to change clothes a lot. Why do the clothes I wear look so weird now?"
Zhao Qingqing was wearing a pink Chanel dress and took pictures left and right in front of the mirror. This was already her third dress and she was still not satisfied.
Mu Mu stretched out his hand to tug at the hem of her skirt and looked around, "It looks pretty good to me."
It's obviously very small and fresh, so it's very suitable.
"I think it's still not suitable for me." Zhao Qingqing said as he took off his skirt, hung it in the closet, and picked up the clothes he had thrown on the ground. "I think I am still suitable to be a poor man, not a rich man."
She was getting dressed while talking.
After getting dressed, she turned to look at Mu Mu's wardrobe, frowned, and sighed, "Hey."
There are so many big names, but none of them are suitable for her. What a tragedy!
She shuffled out of the room dejectedly.
Mu Mu also wondered, why could she not like one of the many clothes?
Is it really that the level of writing novels is too high?
Emma, what a high level this is.
She closed the closet door, followed him out of the room, and said to Zhao Qingqing, "It's not bad just like this."
Anyway, Xue Hu had already seen her, and what he liked about her was her face and person. She was fine even without clothes.
‘Ding Dong’
The two of them packed up and were about to go out when the doorbell rang.
Zhao Qingqing opened the door and saw a man in a hat holding a square flat box in his hand. He was wearing a blue T-shirt with XX Express written on the chest.
The man held the box in both hands and said politely: "Hello, I have a delivery from Zhao Qingqing. Please hold your hand."
Zhao Qingqing asked in surprise: "My express delivery?"
She reached out and blankly took the box from the courier's hand, and then signed it.
Mu Mu also came over. She glanced at the express delivery list and was curious, "What is this?"
After signing, the courier tore off the order he asked for, said thank you and left.
Zhao Qingqing studied the express delivery note carefully. Mu Mu couldn't wait to urge her, "Open it quickly and see what it is."
"You hide on the balcony." Zhao Qingqing put the box in his arms and pointed to the balcony and said to Mu Mu.
