Mommy, don't run!

After putting people to bed, I spent my life looking at the messy rooms around me. It seems that he has been tossed like this.

The messy room reminded her of her days in the orphanage. At that time, she had just gone to the orphanage. She was not used to beating and smashing in order to attract attention.

There is no time left to clean up the room, wash your hands and go back to the bed.

"Hello, my name is Wu Yusheng. Do you remember me? We met that day. " For the rest of his life, I thought he would not dump himself as before. When he was preparing to wipe his nose to ease his embarrassment, I didn't expect that he would respond···

Steamed stuffed bun's cool little face nodded.

The empty eyes were a little emotional. The eyes seemed to ask: what are you doing here?

Obviously, it was the second time we met, but I don't know why I had a feeling of being smart. I pointed to myself for the rest of my life, "are you asking me why I came here?"

Little steamed stuffed bun nodded.

"Because of me..." No, I can't say I can't give you psychotherapy, otherwise it would hurt people's self-esteem. I have no rest of my life to clap my hands with a smile. "That day I woke up from the hospital and met Chengye. Just met Chengye, he brought me here, so I came to see you."

The steamed stuffed bun nodded.

His unquestioning trust suddenly made her feel a little guilty for the rest of her life. She lied to such a simple and lovely child, but thinking that she was for his good, it reduced a little guilt.

When he fell into silence in the air, he spent the rest of his life looking at his face and began to analyze all his performances.

The closer you look, the closer you get, so close that both faces are close to each other.

A sweet smell of flowers came into my nose. The steamed stuffed bun raised his face and sniffed. It smells good.

When he came back to himself for the rest of his life, the little steamed stuffed bun stretched out his hand and pointed at her, and then made a sign of fanning.

Stink?

"I stink?"

The steamed stuffed bun shook his head.

"I smell good?"

Little steamed stuffed bun nodded.

It's rare for someone to appreciate her taste. He leaned over and looked at him with a smile for the rest of his life, "is it durian flavor?"

The steamed stuffed bun shook his head.

"Not Durian?" For the rest of my life, I raised my arm to smell the smell. Then I almost smelled everything I could smell all over my body, but it was tasteless.

It doesn't matter if she can't find the taste. What's important is that she knows that the small steamed stuffed bun is different from the cold and cool appearance. In fact, he is easy to get along with.

First, the first step is to get to know each other and have a simple interaction.

He touched his head with a smile for the rest of his life, "what's your name?"

Little steamed stuffed bun stood up and thought for the rest of his life that he ran away shyly or didn't like to resist his problems.

Soon I saw him climb out of bed and open the drawer with his feet.

Oh, it's a pen and paper.

Xiaobaozi wrote the word "Xiaobao" on the paper very neatly. It seems that education is still falling behind.

In order to get closer to him, I have no rest of my life. I hold him in one hand, put him on my knee, and write down my name with a pen in the other hand.

Xiao Bao stared at Wu Yu Sheng. His cool eyes seemed to say: woman, your name is Wu Yu Sheng.

I couldn't help laughing and touching his head for the rest of my life.

After writing his name and introducing himself, he will have no rest of his life. At this time, he can distract his attention and notice that there are dark circles under his eyes. It seems that he is alone in the room, only falling things and not sleeping.

I saw him wiping his eyes all the time and realized that he might be tired and want to sleep. I put the paper and pen on the bedside table first, then put the small bag into bed, pulled the quilt over him, leaned against him and gently patted him on the chest, "sleep."

It seemed to be stimulated by her actions. Xiaobao suddenly stared at her motionless.

What's his first reaction to seeing him staring at himself for the rest of his life?

After thinking about it for about five seconds, I had no time to think of anything. I held my chin and patted him on the chest, "let me tell you a story."

Xiaobao hasn't responded yet. He has started telling stories for the rest of his life.

"Once upon a time there was a little princess

What's the little princess?

Xiao Bao blinked, sighed silently at the bottom of his heart, and closed his eyes.

Well, although the little princess is a girl's thing, since the little student wants to talk, he just... Reluctantly accepts it.

I yawned after telling the story for the rest of my life. As soon as I looked back, I found that Xiaobao had fallen asleep.

And Gu Yancheng are just like a template. How can there be such a father and son?

I spent the rest of my life staring at Gu Xiaobao with my chin. It's really nice, but I'm a little thinner. If I'm a little fat, I'm sure I'm handsome and impeccable.

Gu Yancheng received a text message from Han Chengan saying that he had entered the Gu residence. When he returned to the Gu residence in the evening, he had left for the rest of his life. As soon as Gu Yancheng got off the bus and was ready to enter the house, he heard the sound of a helicopter.

Looking back, I saw Han Chengan coming down from the helicopter.

"Brother Cheng came back so early today. Is it the little baby who misses you and can't wait to see her?"

Baby = her?

"Boring!"

"Oh, how do you know I'm not talking about a nephew?"

Gu Yancheng suddenly turned black and kicked Han Chengan. Han Chengan jumped up and avoided it smoothly, and then smiled and hugged Gu Yancheng's arm.

"Mr. Gu, you are back. Dinner is ready."

"Have you eaten, young master?"

"Someone has been sent up."

"Yes." Gu Yancheng looked at Han Chengan, "together?"

"My mommy developed banana fried meat today. I was forced by my father to eat a whole plate and pull it out. Now I want to vomit when I see the food. Eat it yourself. I'll go and see my baby nephew."

It was horrible to think about it. His mommy was too busy to fiddle with some dark dishes all day long to toss his stomach.

And now on the third floor.

The open floor was in a mess. Pillows, lamps, cups and everything that could be dropped fell to the ground.

A little guy was barefoot, holding a wet towel pulled out of nowhere and throwing it on the floor.

He was so excited that he couldn't speak. He could only rely on his throat to make a hysterical babbling sound. He didn't stop no matter how the servants around him advised him.

As soon as Han Chengan went upstairs, he didn't have to ask the servant what was going on. He knew that the prince was playing with his temper.

No matter how Han Chengan coaxed and advised others, he still picked up his pillow and smashed it at him.

Han Chengan was afraid that he couldn't think of it. He jumped out of the building and ran to the guardrail and shouted downstairs, "brother Cheng, you're gone."

Soon, Gu Yancheng's footsteps came from the stairs, followed by the flustered housekeeper.

"What's going on?" After Gu Yancheng came up, he asked the servants around him.

The servant heard Gu Yancheng's head in a mess.

"All down!"

The housekeeper waved his hand and hurried people down.

Han Chengan saw Gu Xiaobao grab something and throw it over. He quickly dragged Gu Yancheng away.

"Bang!" The cup fell apart and broke to the ground.

"Enough noise!" The sound of scolding resounded all over the Gu residence.

Nephew, you're awesome. Looking around the world, you're the first person who can arouse Gu Yancheng's anger.