my little sir

Yang Suhua lived here for two days, and Wen Qiling got off work on time every day, and even brought Fang Yimin to go home for dinner.

As soon as Wen Qiling came back, Yang Suhua immediately called Fang Yimin one after another.He also complained to Wen Qiling that Fang Yimin was busier than the president, who went out early and returned late all day long.

After getting over the jet lag, Yang Suhua asked to follow Fang Yimin to his dessert shop.

On the way to the store, I passed a flower shop.Yang Suhua insisted on stopping to buy a bouquet of flowers, saying that she would put them in the store, wishing her son's dessert shop a prosperous business.

In the end, it was Fang Yimin who took it out of his pocket.

"Stop! Don't run!"

When the two came out of the flower shop, they heard someone shouting loudly in the distance, and the roar could be heard all over the street.

A gray-faced middle-aged man was running vigorously. The man was not tall, with a medium build and a cropped head.Although he was exhausted and out of breath, he ran very fast.

"Police, stop!"

Fang Yimin has always felt that in this kind of chase situation in film and television dramas, the dialogue where the police tell the suspect to stop is superfluous and useless. Who would really stand there waiting for you to catch him?

But I didn't expect that art comes from life, and the real scene is not different from the film and television drama.Moreover, these two sentences are still useful, showing their identity to deter escapers, and reminding the masses to pay attention to safety.

The surrounding crowd dispersed, and Yang Suhua was also taken aback.She instinctively dragged Fang Yimin to the side to hide, but she didn't.When she turned her head, she saw her son's eyes precisely locked on the man who was rushing towards him.

Yang Suhua raised her heart in her throat all of a sudden, before she could say anything, her son kicked the man very aggressively at the moment when he passed by quickly.

The kick was fast and accurate, and the man was kicked from the side, lying on the ground in pain, his eyes staring at Fang Yimin angrily.

A tall figure quickly chased after him, rushed over to hold the man down, pinned down the man with his legs, cut the man's hands behind his back, quickly took out the handcuffs from his waist, and handcuffed him.

A few policemen who caught up behind him put the man up, and the frightened crowd surrounded him again. The policemen reminded everyone not to take random photos and post them on the Internet.

Yang Suhua grabbed her son in fear, but she heard the other party whisper "Ah".

"What's the matter, are you injured?" Yang Suhua checked Fang Yimin nervously.

Fang Yimin smiled helplessly: "Mom, I was fine, but you dragged me over and sprained my foot."

Zhou Changyuan beckoned his colleagues to put the suspect into the police car, and then turned around to thank the enthusiastic citizens.Just now, his nerves were tense and he was only focused on chasing the suspect, only now did he realize that the enthusiastic citizen was actually Fang Yimin.

Hearing the conversation between Yang Suhua and Fang Yimin, she hurried over and asked, "Where did you get hurt?"

Fang Yimin raised his head, saw that the other party was Zhou Changyuan, and said with a smile, "It's you, I'm fine."

Zhou Changyuan just wanted to thank the enthusiastic citizens, but now he changed his attitude and said, "Next time you encounter such a dangerous situation, don't come forward to help, what if you get injured."

"I didn't think too much about it. At that time, I only paid attention to the person you arrested, so I kicked it by the way."

"Next time you encounter this kind of situation, you must hide to the side, first ensure your own safety, and then leave it to us, I can catch it."

Faced with Zhou Changyuan's worried attitude, Fang Yimin felt embarrassed instead: "I'm really not hurt."

"Why didn't you get hurt? Didn't you say you sprained your ankle?"

As soon as Yang Suhua made a sound, Zhou Changyuan belatedly remembered to greet her.After a brief mutual introduction, Zhou Changyuan wanted to take Fang Yimin to the hospital for an examination, but Fang Yimin refused.

It was just a sprained foot, and it was caused by my mother pulling me, so I didn't have to go to the hospital.

Zhou Changyuan saw that the other party was really fine, and his colleagues on the side kept calling him, so he had no choice but to say that when he was free, he would invite the other party to eat to express his gratitude.

On the way to the store by car, Yang Suhua was still reprimanding Fang Yimin endlessly.

Tell him not to be a hero in the future, and say that his friend is a policeman, and warn him to stay away from danger.If you don't listen to your own words, you should listen to the police's words, and you will never be so impulsive in the future.

Fang Yimin just nodded and accepted Yang Suhua's reprimand with a smile.

Yang Suhua helplessly stretched out her hand to grab Fang Yimin's ear, Fang Yimin pretended to be pinched and yelled "Ouch, Ouch", Yang Suhua immediately let go.

Fang Yimin's dessert shop is not as grand as Yang Suhua imagined, and the venue is not big, so it didn't bring her any surprises.But the decoration and design inside are good. Rows of counters are filled with all kinds of pleasing desserts, exuding a sweet smell, making people salivate.

Fang Yimin settled Yang Suhua, and started to work after entering the shop.

The sweet aroma of black tea floated in the elegant white porcelain cup. Yang Suhua held the silver cherry blossom spoon engraved with simple patterns and looked at the tiramisu in the exquisite gold-painted white porcelain plate, feeling a little emotional for a while.

Recalling that Fang Yimin used to like to make desserts for himself, but the things he made at that time did not have various shapes like works of art displayed in the window, nor did they have such elegant tableware for serving.

His father was fond of gambling, and the cause of his death was also because he drank too much one day and gambled too much, resulting in a round of gambling debts.

When I woke up the next day, I didn’t know whether it was because I felt ashamed to face my wife and children, or because I couldn’t bear such a large debt, I suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, left my orphans and widows, and passed away.

Fang Yimin was studying art at that time, and art students spent a lot of money, but Fang Yimin was very enthusiastic about painting and studied hard.

It's not that Fang Yimin never thought of giving up. Even though life was already so difficult, Yang Suhua still gritted her teeth and made up her mind to let her son learn the major she likes.

It was very difficult for the two of them during those days. Fang Yimin was doing odd jobs in his spare time except for painting.

He has done everything, handing out leaflets in heavy puppet clothes in summer, sweating profusely and almost dehydrating, and the puppet clothes can even wring out water.Washing dishes in cold water in winter, my hands were as red as carrots, stiff and numb.

Fortunately, he has good grades and looks like an obedient student in school.He is also quite talented in painting, and occasionally represents the school in art competitions and has won many awards.

The head teacher and art teacher usually take good care of him, and often help him apply for assistance for extremely poor students, exempting tuition and miscellaneous fees.

In fact, Yang Suhua knew that Fang Yimin did not have much talent in painting, and he put in too much painstaking effort and effort.Her children are always motivated and take everything seriously.He is also obedient and filial to himself.

The only time she violated herself was when she liked a man.

Thinking about it now, I feel relieved.

Fang Yimin was introducing today's main dessert to a few female customers with a smile on his face, when he caught a glimpse of Yang Suhua wiping the corner of his eyes.He was stunned for a moment, looking at the other person's expression, he more or less guessed what the other person was thinking.

"Mom, how does this cake taste?"

Yang Suhua came back to her senses, she sniffed and said with a smile: "It's delicious, my son made it, can you not eat it?"

"I didn't do this, it was made by the pastry chef in my shop."

Yang Suhua knew that Fang Yimin was deliberately making fun of herself, so she gave him a reproachful look.

Fang Yimin smiled at Yang Suhua and asked, "Are you tired? Do you want to go back and rest first? Or go shopping nearby for a beauty treatment?"

"No, let's go back together."

"Now? But for a while..."

Yang Suhua didn't wait for Fang Yimin to finish, she interrupted him: "Your foot is still hurt, hurry back and rest for me."

Fang Yimin laughed after hearing this: "I just sprained my ankle, and it doesn't hurt now, it's not a big deal."

"No, no, you have to go back with me anyway."

Fang Yimin couldn't hold back Yang Suhua, and after explaining everything, he drove Yang Suhua back to the villa.On the way, she also told the other party not to talk about today's affairs at home.

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Wen Qiling came back very early, and when he came back, he found that Mr. Xiao was lying comfortably on a deck chair in the pavilion in front of the grape corridor, basking in the sun.

The sun was about to set, and it was already a little cold.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Mr. Xiao's face, dots of golden light scattered on the long curled eyelashes, and a layer of pink appeared on his porcelain-white cheeks.

Mr. Xiao was still holding a sketchbook in his hand, and the pen in his right hand had rolled to the ground.There was actually a naive cat drawn on the notebook.

Wen Qiling gently picked it up, flipped through it, and found that most of it was two-dimensional characters drawn by hand, maybe designed by Mr. Xiao, or characters from anime that he didn't know much about.

Putting the sketchbook on the table beside him, Wen Qiling took off his coat and covered Mr. Xiao, but unexpectedly, the other party woke up with a groan.

"It's cold, go in and sleep." Wen Qiling said with a soft voice, squatting down halfway, his eyes were at the same level as Fang Yimin's.

Fang Yimin stretched his hands above his head, squinted his eyes and said lazily: "I squinted and got up."

"Well, okay, it won't be too long." Wen Qiling stood up and kissed the man's forehead.

Fang Yimin suddenly opened his eyes wide, turned his head to look at the back of the other party, and lost his drowsiness in an instant.He sat up suddenly, grabbed the coat that almost fell to the ground, and shouted cursingly: "Master, you are taking advantage of me again!"

There was a strong smell of bone broth in the house, Wen Qiling walked towards the kitchen with a smile on his face, and asked, "Mom, what are you doing delicious?"

"I'm making soup, corn ribs soup. I've been jet-lagged for the past two days, so I haven't cooked for you. Today I just have time to cook for you myself."

Wearing a floral apron, Yang Suhua helped Wen Qiling serve a bowl of soup: "Don't dislike mother's craftsmanship, I have been stewing for several hours."

Wen Qiling took the bowl, blew on the hot air, took a sip, and praised repeatedly: "It's delicious, the saltiness is just right, and it's not greasy at all."

[The author has something to say: Parents are short, warm moments~Thank you for the babies who have always supported and voted, I love you so much~]