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

Su Ziyu frowned imperceptibly.

What he couldn't bear to hear the most now was the idea of ​​having both children.

If he hadn't been afraid that his little wife would make trouble with him, he would have wanted to get a sterilization.

No son or daughter is as important as his little wife.

Su Ziyu's heart ached when he thought of his young wife in excruciating pain on the delivery bed.

He really didn't want his little wife to suffer that fate again.

When Mr. Gong came out of the visit and saw Su Ziyu here, he walked out with a smile.

"You are so busy every day, how come you have time to come here?"

Seeing Sun Sijun on the side, Mr. Gong looked surprised, "Secretary Sun, are you here to visit too?"

"No, no, my great-grandson is at home and howling with hunger. I'll send him over to have something to eat." Sun Sijun curved his lips politely.

When he first arrived, Sun Sijun was not familiar with everything in the capital.

She had only met many of them once or twice, and was not even an acquaintance.

Just like the person in front of me...

Mr. Gong!
"The little guy still doesn't eat milk powder?" Mr. Gong asked with a smile.

"I don't know who that little guy is following. He can drink one or two tablespoons of fruit juice and fruit soup. He doesn't even drink a mouthful of milk powder. If you feed it into your mouth, he will spit it out for you." Sun Sijun sighed.

As soon as these words came out, people with sharp ears were sore.

The kid next to you wants to eat but can't, but that little guy is good. He can even spit it out for you when you feed him.

It’s true that same people have different fates!

"Why don't you give the little guy some milk powder? I have two bags of foreign milk powder at home. Why don't you give it to the little guy to try?" Mr. Gong suggested.

"No need, I have all kinds of milk powder at home. There are no less than eight kinds. I tried them all on him. As soon as they were fed to his mouth, he gritted his teeth and didn't open his mouth. He poured it in hard and even spit it out for you." Sun Sijun waved his hand.

That's a stubborn person.

I had no choice but to kiss my mother's mouth.

There are all kinds of milk powder, no less than eight kinds...

People with cocked ears are even more upset.

These days, if it doesn't matter, you don't even want to see milk powder bags, let alone milk powder.

Many people live their entire lives without ever smelling the smell of milk powder.

Some people are surrounded by piles of milk powder as soon as they land.

The most annoying thing is...

People are not willing to eat it yet.

The children all looked envious.

Mr. Gong was speechless.

I don’t want to eat anything as fragrant as milk powder.

What does he want to eat?
Wild vegetable soup or multigrain noodle steamed buns? !

It’s true that I was born in blessings and don’t know how to be blessed!
You have to follow his advice, starve him for a few meals, and see if he eats.

At this time, Aunt Zhang came over with a bowl of rice soup.

The little baby who sat back in the stroller saw the rice soup and kissed him more than anything else. Before Aunt Zhang's spoon reached his mouth, the baby opened his mouth wide, as if he was waiting to be fed.

When the rice soup came into my mouth, I swallowed it quickly, opened my mouth again and waited.

Too cute to be ridiculous.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh...

Children from poor families become sensible early. When Shen Zhihuan came out with the baby in his arms, the baby was sipping rice soup.

Sun Sijun took the little guy and carried him to the baby's stroller.

"Look at how well-behaved my younger brother is. You know how to cling to your mother every day. Are you ashamed?"

The little guy was happy to see the baby, and since he had just had enough wine and food, he clapped his hands, laughed, and greeted the baby with "baaaaaah".

The little baby ate its food obediently without even raising its head.

When he didn't get a response, the little guy wasn't annoyed and kept chatting and laughing.

From time to time, Sun Sijun would be teased to ask her to look at her little brother.

"How old is your child?" Aunt Zhang asked Sun Sijun while feeding the baby.

"It's just seven months today." Sun Sijun smiled and asked Aunt Zhang, "How old is this child? He looks like he must be more than four months old, right?"

"The child is about the same age as yours, and he is just seven months old today." Aunt Zhang looked somewhat uncomfortable.

A baby looks smaller than an average-sized child.

No one expected that two children of average age could be so different.

One is carved in pink and jade, with red lips and white teeth. She looks prettier and cuter than a New Year painting doll.

A short, frail, dark and thin man, with no energy at all, and a dull look, as if he only becomes energetic when he sees a job.

"Is that child..." Shen Zhihuan turned his head and looked at Su Ziyu beside him.

"Yeah!" Su Ziyu nodded.

Shen Zhihuan opened the car door, took out two bags of milk powder, and handed them to Dean Ming Xiangyan beside him.

"Dean Ming, this is our little thought, just treat it as an extra meal for that child!"

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much." Dean Ming Xiangyan thanked him repeatedly.

It is really not the same thing for children who are too young to drink rice soup every day, but they only have so much ability.

"Shen Zhihuan, it's fate that this baby is as old as your son. Otherwise, if you take him home, it will be like giving birth to twins." The fat girl said sourly.

"Chen Huilan, the one you like doesn't want to marry you. How about you take this child back and raise him as your son? In the future, you will have someone to take care of you until you die." Shen Zhihuan immediately responded.

"Shen Zhihuan..." The fat girl almost jumped out of anger after being stabbed in the heart.

Seeing the two of them quarreling again, the principal couldn't help but hold his forehead.

There is no one to worry about.

The same goes for the one named Chen Huilan. She is not as sharp-tongued as others and is always looking for trouble.

I really don't know what's going on in her head.

"Your family's conditions are so good, what's wrong with you helping that child? You didn't just say that it's too cheap to just talk about it, why? Isn't it cheap to come to you?" the fat girl mocked.

"Why are you talking about me, just talking about it? Because of the 50 cents you donated, or because you said that children drinking rice soup is not nutritious? Or that drinking cold milk causes diarrhea?" Shen Zhihuan chuckled.

"If you think I squeezed out the milk for him to drink, and it's cold, why don't you feed him something hot? If you think I'm just talking, you should take some practical actions, buy him some clothes, buy some Milk powder and nutritious paste are not better than anything else?”

What Shen Zhihuan hates most is people who just talk.

"Didn't you just give the child two packs of milk powder that your son doesn't want to drink? What's so great about it? If I were as rich as your family, I would have taken the child home a long time ago." The fat girl was still angry.

"What's wrong with me having money?" Shen Zhihuan laughed.

"No matter how rich I am, I have earned it through my own ability, and I will leave it to my son in the future."

The fat girl curled her lips and said, "Shen Zhihuan, you are really narrow-minded. "Mencius. King Hui of Liang, Part 1" said that old people are like old people, and people are old, young people are like young people, and people are young..."

"You are not narrow-minded. Just take him back and raise him. Why are you singing so loudly with a narrow-minded person like me?" Shen Zhihuan crossed his arms.

Seeing the fat girl's round face turning red, Liu Chunhua also came out to support her, "Aren't your father and mother always envious of the liveliness of those families with children? Since you are so noble, take that child back and raise it for your parents. "Bah!" (End of this chapter)