Sweet wife is too young, uncle spoils obedient

Jiang Mengxian: "... Are you sure you're digging bitcoin instead of beating a hamster?"

The ball stopped talking and kept busy. Jiang Mengxian got up, ran over and stood behind him.

Bitcoin is a virtual currency circulating all over the world. Its value is very high, and the way to obtain it is also very special. It needs to be obtained directly through special calculation methods, and it also needs to consume a lot of human and financial resources.

As for how to get it, it's difficult! How hard is it? Anyway, it's hard. At least a little boy doesn't know what bitcoin is.

She stared at the ball to see what he was digging.

But after watching for a long time, I only saw his little fat hands jumping and clattering. The computer screen changed rapidly, and the values changed constantly. Staring at the screen, I didn't know what happened.

Little Zhengtai finally rested for a while, turned back, looked at Jiang Mengxian, who stared at the big bull's eye, and looked contemptuous: "can you understand?"

This... Jiang Mengxian really can't understand. After all, she is a liberal arts student.

She opened her mouth and was about to speak when the door knocked. Lian Xiwan's voice came from outside the door: "wife, son, are you asleep?"

Jiang Mengxian was surprised. The ball had calmed down, turned off the computer, jumped down from the chair and pointed to the bed: "your husband came to the ward round. You should pretend to sleep quickly."

Jiang Mengxian had no time to think about it. She cleaned up the sofa, put her pillow in bed, covered the little frog quilt with the ball, turned her back to the door and began to pretend to sleep.

The ball went to open the door.

When the door opened, Lian Xiwan's 1.85-meter figure was inlaid in the door frame. It seemed that he had just taken a bath. His broken hair was still wet. He was wearing cold pajamas, like a pajama model in the window. It was perfect to the extreme.

He glanced at the big bed at the other end of the room from a distance and saw a small bag bulging from the spread frog quilt. Jiang Mengxian was sleeping soundly.

The breeze blew gently, and the wind bell hanging on the bed account made a slight weak sound, which added a little warmth to this small room.

His face was satisfied, and there was an overflow of tenderness between his eyebrows and eyes.

Little Zhengtai kept the appearance of opening the door. Her hand was still on the door handle. She seemed ready to close the door at any time, and looked up at him coldly: "have you seen enough? I'm going to close the door."

Lian Xiwan squatted down helplessly, and reached out to scrape his little nose: "ball, call Dad!"

The ball gave a blank eye and said, "I don't call the ball, and you're not my father."

Lian Xiwan put on a dignified face: "who said, I'm your father."

"Stop pretending. I know you're my uncle."

Teenage boy was as like as two peas. As like as two peas, Na Ying and his parents looked at him. He saw the adorable face of his sister who died early. He had to feel the little head of the ball. "Let's say it's okay. Your mother is coming. You must sell it well and make her happy."

The ball replied coldly, "your wife is not my mother."

Lian Xiwan: "

He had to take out his chips: "have you forgotten our agreement? If you sell cute to please your mother, I'll buy you a bitcoin mining machine. If your mother is not happy, I won't update the mining machine for you. It won't work if you don't update it."

Bitcoin mining requires strong hardware support. It is commonly known in the industry as "mining machine". It is equipped with very advanced computing instruments and consumes very fast.

Although I don't know why the little guy is so interested in this virtual currency, he is both an uncle and a father. He must try his best to satisfy him and can take the opportunity to cheat him to sell cute.

Since the death of Qiu Qiu's parents, the only sister and brother-in-law of Lian Xiwan, they can be regarded as dependent on each other.

The ball showed its depth for a few seconds, which was not his age. Finally, it slammed the door.

He just slammed the door instead of refuting in person, which probably means reaching a consensus.

After the ball closed the door and came back, she looked coldly at Jiang Mengxian lying in her bed and said mercilessly, "your husband has gone. Go down."

Jiang Mengxian got out of bed with her pillow and muttered: it's too polite.

My husband is your father!

She got out of bed, put down the sofa, made a simple bed and waded up happily.

Without saying a word, the ball sat back in front of the computer, turned on the computer and began to "crack" the computer. It's really like digging bitcoin.

Jiang Mengxian holds the little frog pillow of the ball and looks at the ball pounding the computer. The serious side seems to see another version of Lian Xiwan. She is serious and wise. When she grows up, she must be another legend!

She watched for a long time. The ball was stunned. She didn't change at all. She kept hitting the keyboard repeatedly. The mechanical keyboard made a "crackling" sound. Jiang Mengxian couldn't sleep. She could only look at him with her eyes open.

At nearly ten o'clock, Jiang Mengxian finally made a sound: "ball ball, late, go to bed early."

Ball: "shut up."

Jiang Mengxian: "... You're too noisy. Mom can't sleep."

Ball: "shut up."

Jiang Mengxian: "when are you going to sleep?"

Ball: "shut up."

Jiang Mengxian tilted her head and looked at him. The more she looked, the more she felt that the little guy was cute, much more cute than his father.

No mother since childhood?

Lian Xiwan means to bring it back to her? She's only 19. She's a mother to a 5-year-old? He can do it, too?

Finally, near 11 o'clock, Lian Xiwan's voice came from outside the door: "Dad has cut off the power for you. If you play with the computer again, you will make your mother sleep."

Xiaozhengtai listened to that, quickly saved the data, went to bed in small slippers, and soon there was a uniform sound of breathing.

The next day, Jiang Mengxian got up early in the morning. As a qualified "mother", she had to send the ball to school herself. Anyway, she happened to have no classes in the first or second class this morning. It was not too late to send the ball to kindergarten before going to school.

When Lian Xiwan and Jiang Mengxian were in the same frame, he immediately looked flawless Q Meng, waved his small hand and said goodbye to Lian Xiwan: "bye!"

Lian Xiwan stood on the second floor and waved, "bye, son."

As soon as he got on the bus, Q Meng's little face closed fiercely, and immediately squeezed out a strong sense of seriousness. He was still reading on the bus.

Jiang Mengxian leaned over and read the title of the book: a brief history of time.

“……”

The ball used to live in another place. Even Xi and WAN sent many experts to protect him. Today, the people driving and delivering the ball are unknown to Jiang Mengxian.

She looked at the car driving forward, which seemed to be the direction of her school every day. She couldn't help asking a ball bodyguard curiously: "what kindergarten did ball read?"

The bodyguard was wearing a black suit with black sunglasses and a cold face: "Imperial University."

“……”

When the car arrived outside DIDU University, xiaozhengtai decisively ordered: "stop."

The car stopped and the ball got off with a small schoolbag on his back.

"Why don't you go in by car?" Jiang Mengxian asked the bodyguard curiously.

The bodyguard replied: "it's the peak period of parking. Cars are full at the gate of DIDU University. According to the young master's calculation, it takes 10 minutes to enter the campus at this speed, but it only takes 5 minutes to park here, walk a street and directly enter the school."

Jiang Mengxian was speechless. Looking at the luxury cars crowded into the auto show at the gate of DIDU University in the early rush hour, she suddenly felt a chill and an impulse not to be a mother.

After getting out of the car, Jiang Mengxian went to hold the little hand of the ball and was patted away by him decisively and smartly: "I don't like women touching my body."

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