Time space: the rough man's sick beauty, she turned wild

Ever since he started drinking with his sweet grandson, Su Changjiang asked Zhang Fengxia to get a small blanket and carry the little guy over to him every day when he got home from get off work.

The little guy doesn't recognize anyone, and he always smiles when he holds him.

He was babbling and chatting with others.

The cute little talkative appearance melted the hearts of everyone in the Su family.

Especially when meeting little Qiping, one big and one small, the two little guys, you yak and I bab, made the Su family laugh from ear to ear.

In the past, when Su Changjiang came home from get off work, he would either tidy up the flowers and plants in the yard or go to the living room to watch TV and drink tea.

But since Shen Zhihuan returned to school after confinement, the temperature has also risen. Su Changjiang stopped watching TV, drinking tea, and tending to flowers and plants. When he got home, he hugged his sweet grandson and cherished her endlessly.

He was afraid that if the old men came back, he would not be able to hold his sweet grandson.

It's no wonder that Su Changjiang is so competitive with time. Mr. Zhao and Mr. Shen are two scholars who are reasonable and know that there is a first-come-first-served basis. Mr. Chu, the unreasonable one, will grab the little guy as soon as he comes home, no matter who has it.

"Come on, dear, give Grandpa a smile." After successfully grabbing the little guy, Mr. Chu carried him back to No. 3 Courtyard where he and Mr. Shen lived.

Mr. Shen and Mr. Zhao followed closely behind.

Although the courtyards are connected, under normal circumstances, the Su family will not go to the courtyards of Mr. Shen and Mr. Chu.

Zhang Fengxia glanced at Su Changjiang, who was instantly wilted, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Dad, how about we build the wall again?" Su Lili smiled and approached Su Changjiang.

Su Changjiang gave her a big eye roll.

The wall is built, but isn’t there still a door? !
You can't build the door too, right? !
Shen Zhihuan, who was sitting in the study writing manuscripts, didn't care about the ownership of the little one. She just wanted to write more manuscripts and save them while the man was away. When the man came back, she could spend more time with him.

It wasn't until the little guy's humming voice came that Shen Zhihuan put down his pen.

"Boom bang bang..."

"Huan Bao..." The knock on the door was accompanied by Mr. Zhao's voice.

"Hey! Here we come!" Shen Zhihuan gathered the manuscripts on the desk, stood up and opened the door.

The little guy was still humming softly at first, but the moment he saw Shen Zhihuan, he curled his lips and started howling.

Not to mention how pitiful that aggrieved little look is.

If he hadn't seen the little guy grinning at him a moment ago, Mr. Zhao would have thought that the little guy had been mistreated.

Once in Shen Zhihuan's arms, the little guy's howl changed to a grunt again.

This smooth switch back and forth...

It really opened Mr. Zhao's eyes.

He always felt that turning the page faster than turning the book was an exaggerated rhetorical technique.

Now take a look...

Not only is it not an exaggeration, it is also somewhat conservative.

"What? Are you hungry?" Shen Zhihuan lowered his head and teased the little guy in his arms.

What she responded to was the little guy's slightly eager grunt.

Shen Zhihuan put the little guy on the bed, wiped it with a hot towel, and then took the little guy back into his arms.

Perhaps because he was used to the process of cooking, the little guy who was placed on the bed just hummed softly and did not open his mouth to howl again.

But when he returned to Shen Zhihuan's arms again, the little guy opened his little mouth like a baby bird waiting to be fed by its mother.

"Granary" was put into his mouth, and the little guy immediately stopped.

Shen Zhihuan lowered his eyes and looked at the pink-carved and jade-carved little guy in his arms, who was as delicate as a jade porcelain doll. His eyes were like a sea of ​​stars, filled with a mother's deep love and endless warmth for her child.

She gently held the little guy's hand. It was soft, not only tender but also delicate. Shen Zhihuan was reluctant to let go of it. Since she returned to school after confinement, the little one's eight meals a day has been changed to five. She really couldn't wait for her to come back, so Zhang Fengxia mixed some milk powder in a bowl and fed him with spoon after spoon.

The little guy also has a strange temper. Even if he is hungry and you feed him with a bottle, his little mouth will still be closed tightly, looking like he would rather die than surrender.

If it were a spoon, he could still make do with a few mouthfuls.

In order not to wrong her sweet grandson, when the time came, Zhang Fengxia stuffed the ironed handkerchief into the thermos bucket, wrapped the little one in a small blanket, and sent it directly to Beijing University.

Master Jue, who was standing on the podium in class, saw this gesture and immediately gave Shen Zhihuan the key to her office.

Within a few days, everyone at Peking University knew that Shen Zhihuan from the Department of Foreign Languages ​​was breastfeeding her baby while attending classes, going to school and raising her baby at the same time.

The little guy's innocent and cute smile captured the hearts of many girls.

Even Master Miejie, who was always known for being strict, couldn't help but put down the lesson plans and play with the little guy every time she saw him.

"It's true that my father and mother are handsome, and the children they gave birth to are more beautiful than ordinary people's children."

"And the skin is so tender! I dare not touch it for fear of touching his bald skin."

"I'm so greedy that I want to get married and have babies!"

……

A group of pregnant girls couldn't help but sigh.

"Zhihuan, what did your little girl eat when you were pregnant? The little guy's eyes are brighter than the stars in the sky." Liu Chunhua gently touched Shen Zhihuan's arm.

"What? Are you preparing for pregnancy?" Shen Zhihuan looked at her sideways.

Could it be that Zhao Yanran was in trouble and Zhou Xiaodong wanted to return to his family again.

Liu Chunhua's round face turned red, and she avoided Shen Zhihuan's gaze with some embarrassment.

"Zhou Xiaodong's mother called and said that his sister is pregnant..." Liu Chunhua lowered her head and twisted the corners of her clothes.

"You have thought about it, I really don't mind..." Shen Zhihuan glanced around to make sure there was no one, then whispered.

If it weren't for Zhou Xiaodong's half-heartedness, Liu Chunhua wouldn't have suffered this unreasonable disaster.

"I'm like this now... I don't have the nerve to mind." Liu Chunhua's head drooped, and her voice could not conceal her frustration.

"Chunhua, that's not your fault." Shen Zhihuan hugged Liu Chunhua's shoulders soothingly.

If you are wrong, then it is also Zhao Yanran, the femme fatale, and Zhou Xiaodong, that scumbag.

"You didn't tell Zhou Xiaodong about that, did you?" Shen Zhihuan stared at Liu Chunhua closely.

Between husband and wife, being honest with each other can make the relationship closer and stronger.

But there are some things that are best hidden.

Appropriate confidentiality helps maintain trust and respect between husband and wife and promotes the harmonious development of the relationship.

Liu Chunhua shook her head and whispered, "I don't dare."

"If you still want to live a good life with him, I advise you to keep this matter in your stomach and never say anything." Shen Zhihuan reminded solemnly.

No man in this world can tolerate another man cuckolding him.

Liu Chunhua nodded.

"Chunhua, forget the past and look forward." Shen Zhihuan gently patted Liu Chunhua on the shoulder.

Only by forgetting everything before can you start over.

"Zhihuan, thank you!" Liu Chunhua's eyes suddenly turned red.

"We are all friends. Saying thank you would be a foreign thing."