Black-bellied husband, don't be too bad

Chapter 582
Mianmian's sixth birthday was held in a grand way this time. Fu Heng invited people to plan the birthday party. Originally, Lu Xiang wanted to come by himself, but after hearing what Chu Ci said, Fu Heng said that he would invite people. Lu Xiang thought about it I didn't bother to worry about it anymore, so the birthday party was held at Fu Heng's villa.

The villa is located on the side of Qiwu Garden. Lu Xiang once hoped that her daughter would become a little princess. Now she sees the princess dressed up softly, and she feels unspeakably happy.

It just so happened that Mianmian's birthday came on Sunday, and Mianmian invited several children to her birthday party. Among them was the grandson of a high-ranking official. He was dressed in a suit. Although he was young, he could tell that he had a good outline and a good skin. Fair-skinned, handsome-looking, and well-educated, he behaves like a gentleman.

After Mianmian followed Lu Xiang, she changed to another noble kindergarten closer to her home. The little boy came over with a gift box: "Lu Jinshu, this is the gift I chose for you. I hope you like it."

"Thank you, Jing Xing."

Lu Xiang accepted the gift for Mianmian, and then said to Chu Ci: "Mianmian has invited a lot of classmates back this time, so you have to be careful later, otherwise it will be bad if you get knocked down, those children are of great status .”

"Well, I'll let Aunt Zhang take care of it."

To be honest, holding such a birthday party puts a lot of pressure on Chu Ci's heart. These children have to keep an eye on them all the time when they are naughty, otherwise it will be bad if something happens.

On the other side, Mianmian was about to start blowing out the candles. Lu Xiang and Chu Ci helped cut the cake together. Baozi watched eagerly, and was about to take the first piece. After cutting the first piece, Mianmian handed it to Jing directly. Row: "Fruit cake, it's delicious."

Baozi's eyes dimmed immediately, and he said immediately, "I want one too, give me a piece."

Chu Cikong patted him on the head: "Don't worry, I'll give it to you right away."

"I want to pass it to me."

From just now, he saw that Mianmian had been talking to that little boy named Jing Xing, the two of them were talking and laughing, Mianmian looked happy and completely ignored him, and he couldn't intervene even if he wanted to. People are angry.

Mianmian wouldn't ignore him like this before.The more Baozi thought about it, the angrier he became, and he puffed up and said, "I want the mango piece."

Chu Ci frowned.

Although Baozi is usually naughty, he is still polite in public. Did he take the wrong medicine today, or is he uncomfortable?
She cut a piece of cake with mango on it and put it on a plate, holding the plate and handing it to Baozi: "Baozi, here you are!"

"My name is not Baozi. I have a name. My name is Fu Zhiyan!"

Chu Ci squinted at Baozi: "Zhiyan, why are you talking so loudly to sister?"

Baozi snorted.

Embarrassment flashed across Mianmian's face, she was a little at a loss, but quickly realized, still smiling and said: "Zhiyan, this cake is for you."

Baozi put his hands behind his back and didn't pick it up: "Don't want this, it's too small, I want the same one as him." He stretched out his hand and pointed in Jing Xing's direction.

Chu Ci's face was very ugly. She put down the knife and fork in her hand, squatted down slightly, looked at her son's slightly hot and sweaty face, took a napkin and wiped the sweat on him, and then moved closer to him In the ear, the tone is gentle but tough: "Today is my sister's birthday, be good, or I will tell your father later that he will punish you!"

No matter when, it is still very useful to use Fu Heng to suppress his son.

In terms of education, Fu Heng is absolutely strict, especially for his precious son, although he is also distressed, but more of a strict requirement.

Fu Heng was filling up balloons indoors at the moment, Baozi looked over with a guilty conscience, then lowered his head.

Chu Ci's threat was still very useful. She patted her son on the head: "It's hot outside, go in and sit for a while, and ask Aunt Li to pour you a glass of water."

On the other side, Mian Mian went to Jing Xing after cutting the cake, "Jing Xing, I still have a piano at home, you can play it right!"

Mian Mian had learned the piano before, and she was very talented in art, so Chu Ci spent a lot of energy on cultivating it. After she left, this piano was left at Fu Heng's house, ready to learn it for Tangyuan, but Chu Ci guessed With her own genes, it is unlikely that her daughter will have any great artistic cells.

"Can I play?" Jing Xing blinked and his eyes lit up.

"Of course!" Mianmian took his hand: "Let's go inside the house."

Jing Xing came from a very good background and a scholarly family. His mother was a violinist, so he was very talented in art since he was a child. When he was sitting on the piano bench and was about to play a piece, there was a childish but full of spirit behind him: "Who told you to sit here?"

Baozi was very angry. For the first time, he felt that he was completely ignored. He had to find some face for himself and come back.

Jing Xing turned his face away, looked at Baozi's swollen face and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I just want to play a piece of music."

Mianmian was not happy to hear Baozi talking to her friend so fiercely, she walked up to Baozi and said, "This is my friend, don't speak to him so loudly, you are very rude!"

Baozi simply smashed the jar and snorted: "This is at my house, I can do whatever I want?"

Mianmian was so angry that he choked on a word in her mouth.

He was not angry because of his extremely high business intelligence. Instead, he smiled and asked Lu Xiang, "Is this your brother?"

Baozi has been very weak since his mother’s womb, so he is not very tall now, and even a little short compared to his peers. Both Fu Heng and Chu Ci are not low in height, especially Fu Heng at 1.8 meters five Even seeing the height of his son is also worrying.

Mianmian nodded: "Yes!"

Jing Xing turned his face to Baozi, smiling very politely: "Can I play the piano, today is Mianmian's birthday, I want to talk about a piece of music for her as a birthday present."

The person on the other side was so gentle and polite and didn't become angry at all because of his rudeness, Baozi suddenly couldn't find any words to refute, but at the same time, it was a little hard to accept that Mianmian was so close to him.

He didn't speak.

"Zhi Yan, if you don't agree, I'll ask Chu Ci's mother?"

Baozi wrung his fingers, snorted, and walked out.

When Chu Ci found him, he was sitting on a rattan chair on the other side of the yard, with his head down, wondering what he was thinking. Seeing his frustrated face, Chu Ci hurriedly squatted down and asked, "What's wrong?"

Because of his health, Chu Ci also took extra care of him. Seeing Baozi like this, he felt a little flustered, thinking that he was not feeling well.

"Mom, I'm fine!" He was just a little sad.

Chu Ci picked him up, and the five-year-old child was already a little heavy, "Let's go in first, Mianmian and her little friend are playing the piano, go and applaud her, otherwise she will be shy."

"I do not want to go!"

"why?"

"I just don't want to go."

Chu Ci kissed his blushing face: "Then go in and drink some water, you see you have been in the sun for so long, rest for a while!" Once inside, Chu Ci asked her aunt to take the buns upstairs Give him a bath and change clothes.

In the huge living room, Jing Xing and Mian Mian sat in front of the grand piano and played a classic "To Alice". Lu Xiang stood in front and applauded for them. After listening to Chu Ci for a while, she didn't know how to play the piano. , but I think it's really good to be able to talk like this at such a young age.

Looking at Lu Xiang again, he squinted his eyes and smiled, his appearance was full of kindness.

She walked over, leaned into Lu Xiang's ear and whispered, "The kid who plays the piano with your daughter has a lot of history!"

Lu Xiang turned his face: "How to say?"

Chu Ci lowered his voice and said a few words, Lu Xiang opened his mouth slightly: "Really?"

"real!"

Grandpa is a senior executive in the central government, infinitely close to the highest power, and grandpa is also a top figure in the business world. In short, this is a child born in the political and business world and with a golden spoon in his mouth.

"So, maybe you have to train him now, maybe he will be your son-in-law in the future!"

Lu Xiang gave her a white look: "What are you thinking, how old are you?"

Chu Ci pursed her lips and smiled.

When the song was over, Mianmian got off the stool, ran to Lu Xiang and asked, "Mom, do I play well?"

"Wonderful, sweetie!"

Just as Mianmian was about to say something, her sharp eyes suddenly lit up: "Uncle Mu!"

As soon as Lu Xiang turned around, he saw Mu Xiuchen. He didn't say he was coming, but now...

Mianmian is very happy. She still doesn't know that her parents are fighting for her custody right now, but when she sees the person she likes, she suddenly becomes more excited than ever. "Did you bring me a present?"

"Bring it!"

Mu Xiuchen handed the gift into Mianmian's hand, and said with a gentle smile, "Do you want to open it and have a look?"

Mianmian carefully held the gift in her hand: "I'll see when I go back later, Uncle Mu, do you want a cake?"

"Okay!"

Mianmian and gleefully ran outside to get the cake, and Mu Xiuchen followed suit.

Chu Ci rolled her eyes and said, "Didn't you inform him before?"

"No, I didn't know he would come!"

"It's probably Fu Heng who said it!" Chu Ci pursed her lips: "Forget it, in front of the child, let's put aside what matters first, and you should take this opportunity to have a good talk with him, if you can solve it in private There is no need to bring it to court."

Lu Xiang pushed his hair aside, with a rather lazy expression: "I have nothing to talk to him about."

Mu Xiuchen played with the child outside for a while, and then came in again. He saw Lu Xiang sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone by himself, so he came over and sat down beside her.

Lu Xiang raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then wanted to get up and leave.

Mu Xiuchen's voice was hoarse: "Wait!"

Immediately he also stood up: "Lu Xiang, I have something for you, don't leave yet!"

(End of this chapter)