Destiny's Son is fascinated by me

"Don't sleep with me in the future."

"No more kisses."

Xinghe looks aggrieved and looks away.

"No."

He Xiaogou is fooled every time.

"I'll never make a wrong drawing again, really."

The puppy looked at Xinghe sadly.

"really?"

He Zhijun is a big fool.

Fu Xinghe is a little villain.

"Then forgive you."

"If you make a mistake next time, you have to learn from Papa He and apologize by splitting the fork on top of the bowl."

Xinghe has long been curious about whether He Zhijun can speak his mind.

Big fools and little villains.

match made in heaven.

"I will never hide from you again."

He Zhijun held Xinghe's hand tightly.

"And lock you out."

"it's all my fault."

It turned out to be because of this.

Xinghe touched He Xiaogou's cheek.

"Tell me anything in the future."

"Do you feel better?"

I was taken aback by the "Xinghe is angry" I made up in my head.

He Zhijun's worry and helplessness disappeared long ago.

"I am not afraid of outsiders criticizing and slandering me."

He laughed foolishly.

"I'm just afraid that if I can't earn money, I won't be able to support you."

He Zhijun let go of the clasped hands of the two, and spread them out in front of Xinghe.

"If you can't write music, you can hurt my hand."

"I have a lot of insurance in my hand."

"very expensive."

"I figured it out, and I could get a lot of money."

"We can still live forever."

"It's not as good as it used to be, but it's still pretty good."

He Zhijun smiled, his eyes turned red.

"Don't leave me, okay?"

How stupid.

Exactly the same as Mama He said.

"Although we Zhijun people are a little stupid."

"If you really like someone, you will consider your needs more than anything else."

"If your hand is broken, who will bring me tea and water?"

Xinghe couldn't help but blushed.

"If you can't write it, don't write it."

"I have money, you can just eat less."

"I eat very little."

He Zhijun responded quickly.

"That's fine. It's not the sea cucumber and lobster every day. It's Sydney today and Maldives tomorrow."

"I can afford you."

"Go, take the dessert I brought for Mom."

"Go home."

When Xinghe opened the door, he met Father He's tearful eyes.

"Son! Daughter-in-law! You are back!"

"Quick! Tell my wife quickly."

"I really can't do it!"

Helping up the trembling Father He, Xinghe decided.

It's better not to let He Zhijun split his fork.

They have forced a man to say that he can't do it.

Or another way.

In fact, He Xiaogou's teary face on the bed is also quite cute.

"came back?"

Mama He brought the food.

"Did you wash your hands? It's time to pack up and eat."

"His dad mixed up sugar and salt and was going to make a sweet soup."

"Add some shrimp skin and seaweed, seaweed egg drop soup."

"Try to see if it can be rescued."

He Zhijun served Xinghe a bowl.

"It just so happened that I brought mom some dessert."

Xinghe took a sip.

"pretty good."

Although the taste is still very strange, I still feel sorry for Papa He.

"Are you reconciled?"

Mama He asked cautiously.

"reconciled."

He Zhijun is still stupid.

"I drew a picture for Xinghe."

"The painting is so good, he forgives me."

He handed over the drawing paper.

He Dad and He Mom got together and opened the paper.

"Well, this composition is still good."

Father He nodded happily.

"Not bad! As expected of my son!"

"This color combination is very abstract!"

“Very artistic!”

He's father looked at He's mother like a dog.

"Fucking mother, look, you must have inherited your talent."

Mama He raised her head proudly.

"of course!"

She asked He Zhijun.

"But, daughter-in-law, what are you painting?"

Hold down the restless He Zhijun.

Xinghe walked over with a smile.

"Dad, Mom, it's reversed."

After adjusting the direction, Xinghe pointed to the ball in the center of the painting.

"The purple one is my lips."

"As for this green mass."

Xinghe touched his little Jiujiu.

"It should be Zhijun He tactfully reminding me."

"I'm green."

A silence.

"Ahahaha, I'm going to clean up your room."

Mama He twisted Papa He's ear.

"follow me!"

After walking far, there was a faint voice.

"Follow whoever you want! Whoever you say he will do!"

"Is it up to you! How can it be up to me!"

"Wife! I was wrong! Wife!"

"Easy! Wife!"

He Zhijun was still peeling the shrimp foolishly.

"Xinghe, eat shrimp."

He looked puzzled.

"Why are you leaving? Are you full?"

"Come on, what do you want to eat, I'll make it for you."

Silly goose.

"Then grab some broccoli."

"It's also green."

Smile but not laugh.

Xinghe decided for a while, carefully and seriously.

Give He Zhijun some popular science.

The story of the old king next door.

The author has something to say: the writer's insurance part is quite uncomfortable.

In our life, if we are lucky enough to meet a lover who treats each other sincerely, we should always hold each other's hands and keep going.

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