Chapter 278 (1/2)

”If you have this plan? We can talk more about it. ” When I saw the business, my tone became more familiar.

It's not that I'm snobbish, but that I really don't want to get involved with the people in that circle, but the temptation of money makes me unable to put down the list.

”Well, come to my office next Monday if you have time.” Cheng Xin stopped the car and asked me, ”are you there yet?”

I looked up and saw that I had arrived at my door. I said with a smile, ”thank you. I'm here.”

”Living in a courtyard?” He asked.

”Well.” I answered.

”I've heard from colleagues here that it's good to live in DIDU quadrangle. I also want to find a suit, but I haven't seen anything pleasing.” Cheng Xin said.

”Well, it's quieter than living in an apartment.” I said with a smile.

”Oh.” He took one sentence and saw that I took the child off the bus and said goodbye. Then he turned around and went back down the road.

Seeing his car turning a corner, I suddenly thought of a question: how can he speak Mandarin so well? When I grew up there, is my Putonghua so good? Or is his resume fake? But what does it have to do with me if he's fake?

I shook my head, drove out all the thoughts in my mind, took out the key, opened the door and took my two little babies home.

Now my life is much more regular than before, and my cooking skills are also better than before. Although it is not as good as some people's cooking, children like to eat anyway.

I put two small things in the living room, tied my apron and started to prepare dinner.

All the dishes are bought at the weekend, washed and put in the refrigerator box by box. What you want to eat every night, you can directly take it out and cut it. Even if you finish the work, it's not difficult.

I don't have all kinds of colors, flavors and flavors when I cook. What's rare is that two small things support me. As soon as the meal is on the table, I pick up chopsticks and eat it carefully, making myself feel that what I cook is delicious.

Yuanyuan and Tongtong now have homework. They copy Pinyin every night. After dinner, they sit at their desks and do their homework. I clean up the room again.

It was only when the family had children that they got angry again.

Even if they don't talk and write quietly, the room is warm.

I sat and watched two little things do their homework. I took a copy of today's evening paper and looked at it. Yuan Yuan suddenly looked up and said, ”Mom, I'm finished.”

”When you're done, pack up your little schoolbag, then have a rest, take a bath and go to bed.” I looked up at him and said.

”Mom, there's something I want to tell you.” Yuan Yuan looked at the child who was closing the exercise book.

”What's the matter, so serious?” I put down the newspaper in my hand, leaned forward and waved Yuanyuan to sit next to me.

”I haven't seen my brother for a long time. We want to see him.” Yuan Yuan's bright eyes looked at me and said it seriously.

My heart moved, the hand action obviously slowed down, almost stunned, just put the hand in midair down, gently touched Yuanyuan's head, said: ”that weekend and dad play together plan to go bankrupt?”

”See you next week. It's the same with dad.” Children lose no time to help.

”OK, I'll call grandpa Kuankuan tomorrow.” I smile and pacify two little things.

”Mom, can you get my brother back?” Tong Tong now also packed up his things, ran over and bumped into my arms.

”I can play with my brother on weekends.” I smile and digress.

It's not that I don't want to connect Kuankuan, but that I don't have the ability to connect Kuankuan to my side. At the beginning, I talked with he Zelin. With love and reason, plus energy and economy, I really didn't win the leniency to myself.

He Zelin is reasonable in this respect. He has never limited the number of times I go to see Kuankuan. It's just that Kuan Kuan makes me feel sad every time I go to see Kuan Kuan, and I dare not go to see him. When Kuankuan grows up in the future, what can I say if I ask his father?

I press the discomfort in my heart and coax the two children to sleep with a smile. Then I turn on my mobile phone to look at the photos I took last time when I went to see Kuankuan Kuan.

He is now three years old, white and fat, and he Liancheng's shadow can be seen from his eyebrows, especially a pair of eyes, which are very similar to his father. Every time he had a good time grinning at me, my heart would tremble. This child is a copy of he Liancheng.