The end of the world: tender beef five groups love three-year-old fat girl

half a month later.

The disaster relief work in various places has come to an end. Several people packed up the helicopter in a remote place and followed the rescue team to the base in a dusty manner.

I swiped the access card I received when I rented the house and successfully entered the base.

Because the people coming and going were all very shabby, their refugee appearance did not attract any attention.

Because of the earthquake, the elevator in the base stopped operating temporarily, so they went down the stairs to the 3213nd floor and arrived at the door of .

He entered the house and closed the door.

A check-in sign will automatically appear at the door.

Song Tingchen originally wanted to ask through his connections today if any rescue team had found any trace of them. However, when he passed by 3213, he discovered that the house that was shown as empty in the past was now shown as occupied.

He was immediately surprised and knocked on the door.

There is no need to consider whether someone else lives in this house. According to the regulations of the base, as long as the rent is paid, the house belongs to the tenant. Even if the tenant does not come back, it will not be rented to anyone else unless it can be proved that the tenant is dead.

Wang Hao looked out through the peephole and saw that it was Song Tingchen who was knocking on the door, so he pulled the doorknob and opened the door.

"Of course, Brother Song, we just got back and you came knocking on the door."

Song Tingchen smiled and looked very happy: "I knew you would be fine. How about Nian Nian? Is she okay?"

As he spoke, he stretched his head to look into the room.

Wang Hao smiled and turned half his body to the side, "The girl is asleep, she's fine."

After making sure that the chubby girl was fine, Song Tingchen was relieved. Seeing that they all looked tired, he said tactfully, "Then I won't disturb your rest. Why don't you come to my house for dinner tonight? You just moved in and don't have anything. It's not convenient to cook."

After hearing what he said, the dads who wanted to refuse could no longer refuse.

Xie Tianjiao smiled and nodded: "Then we won't be polite."

"You're welcome. We'll be close next time, so feel free to come to me if you need any help." After saying that, Song Tingchen left happily.

"This brother is so enthusiastic!" Wang Hao shrugged and closed the door.

"He's not being enthusiastic towards us at all. He's just thinking about our fat girl." Qi Xuyao ​​sneered.

"If you want to blame someone, you can only blame our daughter for being too lovable." Wu Ce poked the baby's little fat with a smile, and felt extremely satisfied when he saw her peaceful sleeping face.

Zhang Zhilin carefully carried his daughter to the bathroom, washed her sleeping body, and then put her on the bed which had only a mattress.

Wait until she wakes up before you can put the sheets and quilt on the bed.

As for the furniture in this room, I bought it on the 38th floor after I rented a house last time.

Only after taking good care of the girls will everyone have time to wash themselves.

There are four rooms in the 200-square-meter house, one for Wang Hao, one for his daughter, and one for the remaining four, which is just right for two people.

They arrived at the base at eight in the morning and slept until six in the evening. They were woken up by hunger, otherwise they would have been able to sleep.

There's no way, mainly because I'm too tired these days.

Diwu Nian also woke up. He gave the fathers a set of clothes similar to those in the morning, tidied up their appearance, and the family walked to the door of No. 3208 and knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was Song Tingchen's mother. She was in her fifties but looked to be in her early forties. From her appearance, it could be seen that she was a great beauty when she was young.

"You are finally here, please come in, please come in." She warmly invited the nannies and the fat babies into the house.

Song Tingchen smiled and said, "Welcome to my home."

The Song family has a small population and simple relationships. The four elderly people in the family all like the little fat baby very much.

They praised Diwu Nian non-stop, saying things like "he looked so blessed," "he was adorable," and "you could tell at a glance that his father had raised him well." The dads couldn't stop smiling.

There's no way. As a daughter slave, I like to hear others praise my daughter.

Diwu Nian's face also turned red due to the praise, and she nestled shyly in her father's arms, which made the Song family jealous and they wished they could take this fat girl back to their own nest.

But they concealed it very well, otherwise the dads would have probably thrown their bowls and left.

In order to invite them as guests, the Song family had obviously made careful preparations.

Although seasonings are luxurious nowadays, the Song family has no shortage of them.

The vegetarian and meat dishes I bought were carefully prepared and tasted very good.

If there is any difference between Diwu Nian and other three-year-olds, it is eating.

Generally speaking, when children are this young, eating is the most worrying thing.

But Diwu Nian ate with great relish. She almost always accepted all the food that others picked for her. Soon her belly was full and round.

She said to the Song family members in a milky voice: "Nian Nian is full. Thank you great grandfather and great grandmother, thank you grandpa and grandma, thank you uncle, thank you for your hospitality."

"Oh my, the little girl is so sensible. If my family had such a lovely great-granddaughter, the old man would be willing to die immediately." Old Master Song said sadly, holding his heart.

When Zhang Zhilin heard this, he immediately and vigilantly hugged the fat girl back into his arms.

The smile on Xie Tianjiao's face froze a little. "Thank you for your hospitality. I still have a lot of things to do at home. We will take our leave now."

The nannies almost turned their backs on their parents and left the Song family with their children.

Mr. Song looked confused.

Song Tingchen held his forehead helplessly. He had been told many times that things should be done step by step and that men should slowly become godparents. With a man like Grandpa, it would be strange if those men were not wary.