"Qing Qing sleeps with "milk" and "milk" tonight, OK?"

After drinking the fish soup, Mrs. Fu smiled and took Qingqing's little hand.

The little guy has a scent of "milk", sweet, but not greasy, and smells very comfortable, like a ball of soft cotton candy.

It must be very comfortable to hug and sleep at night.

Qingqing did not answer, but looked at Fu Heng hesitantly with her small eyes.

She wants to sleep with her uncle, but she can't bear to refuse the old man. What if the "milk" or "milk" is sad?

Children have a simple mind, everything is on their faces, and adults can see through it at a glance.

Mrs. Fu secretly sighed that her daughter-in-law’s "women" had a good relationship with her son even if she became small. Then she would not be good at being this bad person. She immediately said: "'Milk','Milk' suddenly remembered,'Milk','Milk' "Sleeping likes "chaotic" movement, Qingqing should go to sleep with Aheng, don't be crushed by "milk" or "milk"."

This is obviously self-defeating, in order to give Qingqing a step down.

Qing Qing couldn't hear it, and she really thought that "milk" and "milk" are very active in sleeping, so it is difficult to take her to sleep.

She was a little excited in her heart, and she could not help but smile on her small face. Qingqing had to hold back her happiness, fearing that she would be unhappy when she watched "Milk" and "Milk": "Qingqing sleeps with uncle, "Milk" "Milk" don't worry."

She patted her small chest as if she had accepted some important task, and she couldn't help but smile when she looked straight at Fu Chengtech.

"This little clever ghost." So cute.

Suddenly, Fu Chengtech felt a little regretful. He gave birth to a stinky boy and didn't have a nice little padded jacket. But after thinking about it, it was too hard for a woman to give birth.

***

Bai Qiyu was very efficient, and he called Fu Heng only early the next morning.

"I found someone, the other person lives in..., we can go there anytime."

Hearing the exhaustion in the voice opposite, Fu Heng curled his eyebrows: "You didn't sleep last night?"

Bai Qiyu said, "I stayed up late in a hurry."

Speaking of this, Bai Qiyu couldn't help sighing, and sighed: "Now I finally realize that I am getting old. When I was performing tasks before, I was very energized without sleeping for three days and three nights. As a result, I only stayed for one. At night, it doesn’t feel good."

"...Remember to put a few more wolfberries in the thermos."

This is not a mockery, but a sincere suggestion.

After all, everyone is from the end of the world, even if it is a rival in love, it is not easy to fall into trouble at this time.

Bai Qiyu was silent for a while, his dull brain was a bit stuck, and after he finally realized the meaning of Fu Heng's words, "Go away."

"Beep..." The phone was hung up.

"Uncle?" Qingqing was awakened by the sound of Fu Heng's phone call. The little guy curled up the quilt like a "hair" and "caterpillar", wriggling in the bed twice, and stopped moving.

Fu Heng gave a chuckle, pulled back her quilt, "showing" a small face.

Sure enough, he fell asleep again.

But today is not a good time to sleep.

Washing Qingqing's face, brushing her teeth, changing clothes, combing her hair... After a whole set of procedures, no matter how sleepy people are, they must wake up.

But being awake does not mean that you are really out of dreams.

Until Qingqing, who was wearing a little boy's overalls, matched with a white T-shirt and a baseball cap on her head, was placed on the newly bought child seat, she was still a bit "confused". I don’t know what eve is today.

"Oh, where is this little handsome guy from?"

Mrs. Fu who came downstairs saw Qingqing's appearance today and couldn't help but laugh and tease her.

The outfit she wears today is also Fu Heng's childhood clothes, standard men's clothing.

In fact, there are still small skirts in the closet, but as long as you think that these skirts were probably on him back then, Fu Heng...

Closing the closet door with a dark face.

Sure enough, the biggest black history of a child is not himself, but a pair of parents who have no discipline.

"Is Qing Qing good-looking?"

Qing Qing wore boy clothes for the first time, and it felt very fresh.

"Good-looking, our Qingqing is very handsome."

Mrs. Fu can join in, and a fancy rainbow fart makes Qing Qing's face flushed with joy.

Seriously, there is no exaggeration.

Ching Ching is pretty good-looking, coupled with the child’s indistinguishable sex, this dress really looks like a delicate and handsome little boy. Going out will definitely "fascinate" a lot of strange things. Aunt and little girl.

Fu Heng took such a Qingqing to go out, and his return rate was absolutely 200%.

When the two got out of the car, Bai Qiyu who saw Qingqing couldn't help but was stunned, and then laughed: "Qingqing is really handsome today."

"Hey, thank you Uncle Bo for the compliment."

Qingqing has been praised a lot, but I still feel happy every time I hear it.

"Where are the people?" Fu Heng waited for Bai Qiyu and Qingqing to finish their conversation before directly entering the subject.

"In the building ahead."

Most of the houses here are self-built, and the floor plan is not as neat as the residential area, but the scattered buildings also carry a bit of time and weight. Walking in them is like traveling through time, with a different kind of ancient charm.

The sender investigated by Bai Qiyu lives in one of these three-story bungalows.

The iron door of the white-painted western-style house was tightly closed, and he didn't know if the owner was at home. With the intention of trying, Bai Qiyu rang the doorbell.

A long distance away, Fu Heng and others could hear the doorbell from the bungalow.

But after pressing it more than a dozen times, there was still no answer. Fu Heng and others finally had to admit that they came too unluckily and caught up with the host's absence.

Maybe the owner was actually there, but they made up their minds to pretend to be a tortoise, just not to show up.

Fu Heng and the others are not trying to break into the house, they can only go back first, and then slowly make plans.

Anyway, the monks can't run away from the temple, they don't believe that under their guard, someone can escape from it.

"Who are you?" A childish voice of a little boy came from behind everyone: "Why are you stuck in front of my house?"

Fu Heng and Bai Qiyu turned their heads abruptly when they heard the sound, scaring the little boy back two steps.

Looking up at the two tall adults in front of him, the little boy was a little timid, but the man's face did not allow him to be softened. He plucked up the courage and continued to ask: "You...what's the matter with you?"

Finally, the words that were exported still dropped a little bit, in a big way.

"Little brother." Qing Qing remembered "sex" very well, and she recognized the identity of the little boy in front of her.

He is Han Weilan's younger brother, the younger son of the mean-looking old "milk" or "milk".

"You... hello." Young brother Han can choke with an adult, but when facing a child younger than himself, he will subconsciously become gentle.

This tenderness is not directly mentioned on the face and words, but in actual actions.

Fu Heng saw it with cold eyes, and after Qingqing appeared, the little boy in front of him immediately put away the spikes, and even became polite and polite with his behavior.

He should know Qingqing.

But Fu Heng couldn't remember when he saw him.

"You haven't said what are you doing at the door of my house?" Han Xiaodi, who is gentle with Qingqing, is not good to others.

"This is your home?" Fu Heng had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Yes." Little brother Han admitted without hesitation.

He stepped over the crowd and said directly: "Open the door."

"Okay, welcome home."

The smart door lock recognized Han Xiaodi's voice and immediately opened the door automatically.

Brother Han, carrying a small schoolbag, walked halfway, and suddenly stopped and asked, "Aren't you coming in?"

Fu Heng didn't know him, but he knew that this man knew his grumpy sister, so he sent out the invitation.

Because I think the other person is not a bad person.

"Are your elders at home?"

Bai Qiyu didn't have the complicated thoughts of Fu Heng, and directly followed the children's steps with long legs.

"No, my sister went to the car and will come over soon."

There are few parking spaces for self-built houses. People who live here usually park their cars in front of the door or downstairs by the side of the road at will.

However, since the beginning of civilized construction in the city, this kind of irregular parking has been strictly controlled. Anyone who dares to "ranshy" parking will immediately receive a fine, two hundred yuan at a time, with a clearly marked price.

Over time, residents who have been cultivated with a sense of traffic will no longer dare to stop "randomly".

The people in their neighborhood all park their cars in a large parking lot nearby, and they only need to pay more than 100 yuan a month for parking, which can easily solve the problem of parking difficulties.

The only trouble is that you have to walk home by yourself after you park the car.

During the holidays, younger brother Han went to hobby classes, and today it is Han Weilan to pick him up home.

For convenience, Han Weilan put her younger brother down near the house, and then drove the car to park.

Neighbors in the neighborhood are all well-informed. When they see each other's children, they will help and take care of them. There is also a police station next to their home, which is safe.

When Han Weilan parked the car and returned home, she opened the door and was stunned by the lively scene in front of her.

One, two, three, four, there were four people in her living room, and she knew all four.

"Why are you all at my house?" Han Weilan looked suspicious.

"We have something, I don't know if you can talk to Miss Han alone?" Although they are good friends of Gu Qingqing, Bai Qiyu and Han Weilan are not familiar with each other.

In addition to the different circles of life between the two, it is also because they have no plans to know each other.

But they still know each other's existence.

This is the first official meeting between them. After a quick glance at the farmhouse before, they actually met.

So Han Weilan is really new to Bai Qiyu.

She had no idea what these people came to do with her.

But since the other party wants to talk...

With her long hair curled up in a coquettish manner, Han Weilan turned to go out and smiled when she walked to the door: "Come with me."

The home is not a good place to chat.

Bai Qiyu and others, who thought Han Weilan was going to be a demon, were taken to a small noodle restaurant nearby, a little confused.

"My boss, the old rules, come to a bowl of beef noodles, meatballs, noodles, braised eggs, and green vegetables." No matter what others think, Han Weilan ordered the dishes as soon as he entered the store.

She was so busy with work that she had no time to eat. She was hungry for a day. This morning she was rushed by the mother to pick her brother out of class without eating. If she didn't eat anything, she would have to die in battle.

If you are really dizzy, I don't know if these people will find out that they will call her an ambulance.

"Good!" The noodle shop owner swiftly gave Han Weilan a large bowl of beef noodles, and after serving it up like a small bowl of noodles, the richness of ingredients inside was simply amazing.

It seems that Han Weilan is a regular customer of this store, and the proprietress has added a lot of information.

Looking at her face, Han Weilan was taken aback: "Madame, did you give me a mistake? There are so many messy things."

"That's right, Niu Zai gave you it. See you are so thin you are almost becoming a bamboo pole. Girls have a limit to their beauty. Don't always "chaotic" diet to lose weight. Your body will be ruined. Eat something to replenish your body."

The noodle shop owner said a lot and said a lot, but it fell into the ears with a sincere feeling of intimacy.

Han Weilan was a little touched, and grappled with the noodles and responded with a low voice: "Yes."

"Boy, what do you want to eat? We have congee and noodles in our store."

After talking about Han Weilan's wife, seeing two big men with a child in the middle of the store, she immediately asked with a loud voice.

"Three bowls of beef noodles are good." Bai Qiyu said quickly, and then took Qingqing and took a seat opposite Han Weilan's table.

Fu Heng was taken a step ahead and had no land, so he could only sit at the next table.

After eating a small bowl of noodles, there was some stock in my stomach, and the whole person was finally out of extreme hunger. Only then did Han Weilan take the initiative to ask: "Say, what can you do if you come to me?"