Sand sculpture tyrant always called my wife

Bian Yunluo patted Ying Zaizhou's hand on Mianmian's shoulder away, and wrapped Mianmian into his arms.

His dark gray eyes were full of vigilance, and his brows were furrowed: "Mr. misidentified the person."

Bian Yunluo didn't miss the slight change in the other party's expression after seeing him.

There should be a slight rise and fall in Zhou's chest.

He didn't need anyone to explain, he knew that this person was the little wife he had been looking for for four days.

He still remembered the little red mole under his little wife's glasses, and the teary eyes after he took off his glasses.

No, he didn't deliberately find someone, this encounter was arranged by heaven and earth.

After all, as a killer boss who is cold-hearted and dedicated to his career, he will not be tempted by anyone.

Not to mention the stupid things in the book that can only be done by a love brain.

Ying Zaizhou put one hand in his pocket, stretched out his finger to Yunluo, and his tone was full of charity: "This child looks very similar to me. In view of your deep affection for me, I can give you a name." .”

Bian Yunluo hesitated to speak and stared at the man in front of him, dressed like a peacock spreading his tail, with the words "quickly promise me" written all over his face.

He hadn't seen such a confident person in a long time.

Exactly the same as the action of interrupting Secretary Li just now, Ying Zaizhou raised his hand to block what Bian Yunluo was about to say.

First, he handed Bian Yunluo a business card on his own.

Then he took out a thick stack of red bills from the pocket of his suit trousers: "Take these and use them first, I will arrange things, just wait for the notification."

Bian Yunluo's eyebrows moved slightly, and he almost sneered.

If it wasn't an illusion, he seemed to see the meaning of showing off and seeking praise from this person's eyes?

"Qian Duo suggests donating it to the mountains." Bian Yunluo picked up his little nephew, his eyes through the glasses were extremely cold.

I don't want to get involved with this person who seems to be out of order anymore.

Ying Zaizhou felt the surrounding temperature drop, and subconsciously retracted his outstretched hand.

Bian Yunluo hugged the child and left the shopping mall quickly without looking back, despite Yingzhou's obstruction.

Ying Zaizhou opened his mouth and said nothing.

Looking at Bian Yunluo's back, he tilted his head in confusion, and then looked at the banknote in his hand: "He doesn't like cash?"

It shouldn't be... He was afraid that Xiao O would not be able to use the card, so he changed it to cash on purpose.

In order to put so much cash in his trouser pocket, he has to get up 10 minutes earlier every day!

Ying Zaizhou, who was in a daze, suddenly noticed the bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine lingering in his nose.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Bian Yunluo's tall and thin back. Could this be the smell of little O's pheromone!

No, he, an ordinary person, can actually smell pheromones?

Is it because of close contact?

Well, this little O, who said to reject him, released pheromones to please him.

Playing hard to get tricks.

"Mr. Ying, why don't we go back first?" Secretary Li next to him cautiously suggested.

Ying Zaizhou put away his presumptuous smile, and put the banknotes back into his pocket with difficulty: "Yeah."

Don't chase too closely, let Xiao O digest today's surprise first.

It's getting late.

Among the world's limited edition luxury cars, you should sit in the back seat of the state.

Covering the lips and chin with one hand, propped on the armrest, half of his handsome face was revealed, full of deepness.

Secretary Li, who was driving the car, did not dare to breathe.

"Hiss—" Ying Zaizhou's sudden voice startled Secretary Li. He watched his boss's actions from the rearview mirror.

Ying Zaizhou tilted his head slightly, facing the reflection on the car window.

It seems to be obsessed with the golden color outside the window, and it seems to be looking at itself.

He was wearing a deep purple tie, as if he was very satisfied with his appearance, "Secretary Li, what do you think?"

After she finished speaking, she hooked the corners of her mouth in an "evil spirit" and shook her head lightly, expressing helplessness at her irresistible charm.

Secretary Li, who is well aware of Ying Zaizhou's narcissistic stink, can come up with rainbow farts at his fingertips.

"It's simply perfect, like someone who came out of novels and comics. I don't know if you know ABO or not. In my opinion, even if you are put in the book, it is the ceiling in ABO."

Ying Zaizhou smiled and shook his head at his own reflection: "There's no need to explain these facts, what I'm asking is, do you think I behaved like a good father and husband today?"

Secretary Li looked away silently, then you still listen to me before interrupting after I finish boasting.

"Yes, of course." No, if it were me, I would call the police directly.

"Secretary Li." At this moment, Ying Zaizhou suddenly turned his head and looked directly at Secretary Li in the rearview mirror.

Secretary Li tightened his hand on the steering wheel, "Yes." Did he just say what was in his heart?

"Did you see the father and son just now?" Ying Zaizhou crossed Erlang's legs and crossed his fingers on his knees.

Secretary Li tried to read the boss's true thoughts from Ying Zaizhou's subtle expression, and tentatively said, "I will send you all the information of the two of them within an hour."

Ying Zaizhou frowned unhappily when he heard the words: "No, there is no need."

Even if you search, you won't find anything, after all, Xiao O was originally from time travel.

He is not the kind of person who doesn't respect other people's privacy. Even if you want to check, you should give it to him within 3 minutes.

Besides, if the killer organization found out about this, they might attack the father and son in order to restrain him.

Fortunately, he has a good mind and has already mastered the contents of the entire book by heart.

He knows better than anyone what the father and son have experienced before.

The scene just now should pop up in the state's mind.

He understands, he understands.

An O who has no strength to restrain a chicken and is so beautiful, must have encountered bad guys a lot.

Out of vigilance, after seeing him, he suppressed the joy in his heart and pretended not to be familiar with him.

"Tonight, I want you to pack and send me all the documents you mentioned." It is necessary for him to learn more about the specific situation of the ABO world from various documents.

Secretary Li can probably guess what the "document" should be said in the state: "Yes."

The index finger should be tapped on the knee in the state.

It's dinner time now, I don't know how his little wife is doing now.

Wouldn't you take your children to drink porridge and eat pickles?

If I had known earlier, I should have taken him to a couple's restaurant for a meal just now.

No, you can't go to a couple's restaurant, what if Xiao O misunderstood.

He was just out of a sense of responsibility. Can any father have the heart to watch his children live outside?

The knee-knocking action should be getting faster and faster in the state.

Tsk, he is such a caring and good father.

The two people that Ying Zaizhou cared about were busy in the kitchen.

Mianmian squatted next to the trash can with her little butt pouted, holding a clove of garlic in her two small hands, struggling to clasp the outer skin.

Bian Yunluo in front of the stove wore a dark blue apron, skillfully took out the blanched beef, and looked sideways at the direction of his little nephew from time to time.

Her pale pink lips pursed.

In fact, strictly speaking, he had met that person once before.

But what is this person acting today?

"Father!" Mianmian held two plump white garlics in her small hands, and tugged at the edge of Bianyunluo's apron as if asking for credit.

Looking up at him, his big round eyes were full of praise, and his milky voice was very special.

Bian Yunluo came back to his senses, and touched the top of Xiao Douding's hair with his free hand, "Good boy." After uttering a single word, there was no sound.

Blink and blink.

Dad is not happy?I usually say three words when I praise him.

The little guy pouted and began to think seriously about why Bian Yunluo was unhappy.

"Dad, Dad." The soft voice sounded again.

Hanging on Bian Yunluo's lap, Mianmian's eyes were extremely innocent, she stretched out a finger and shook it mysteriously, "I know that person is a liar, you are the father."

Bian Yunluo's hand holding the rice paused slightly, and his frown relaxed.

"He's mother!" However, the voice of milk sounded again, like a basin of ice milk, pouring down towards Bian Yunluo.

He pursed his lips, not knowing what to do for a while, explaining to a three-year-old child that a man cannot be a "mother".

The whole kitchen fell silent, Mianmian didn't know why, why did his father suddenly change his face after he seemed to be in a better mood just now.

He groaned aggrievedly, "Dad..."

"Yeah." Bian Yunluo sighed softly, and handed the porcelain bowl with cat's claws printed on it to the little guy.Pat softly on the back.

The matter of title...may be able to understand when I grow older.

In the evening, Bian Yunluo settled down so little that he had time to take a bath.

Seeing the business card taken out of his trouser pocket, Bian Yunluo froze slightly in arranging his clothes.

On the business card, there were two large characters of "Mr. Ying" printed profusely.

Mr. Ying?Someone actually called this name?

Or are you already so narcissistic that you think that you only have a surname printed on it, and the person who gets the business card will definitely know who it is?

Thinking of Ying Zaizhou's embarrassing appearance today, Bian Yunluo thinks that the latter is more likely.

Bian Yunluo suddenly remembered the "Mr. Ying" who had been working with him all along.

Then shook his head.

That person doesn't seem to have any problems with his mind, and it's offensive to put the two together.

Then, no matter how many people asked for it, they brought their business cards with private contact information in the state, and their souls returned to the trash can.

The steam in the bathroom seemed unable to melt the ice and snow between Bian Yunluo's brows and eyes.

As the temperature rose, the smell of traditional Chinese medicine on Bian Yunluo's body gradually became stronger.

Bian Yunluo wiped off the wet black hair, pursed his lips and turned off the shower.

I always feel that Mr. Ying won't let it go.

Maybe something should be done.

Surprisingly, after coming out of the bathroom today, Mianmian, who was buried under the quilt on the bed, was still not asleep, and yawned and called him softly: "Dad."

Bian Yunluo closed the curtains, walked to the bed, touched Mianmian's head: "Why aren't you sleeping?"

The warm yellow light is imprinted in the dark gray eyes, like a ignited flame.

"Father sleeps too." Mianmian reached out and tugged at Bian Yunluo's clothes, urging her father to go to bed.

He could see that after seeing his mother today, his father was not very happy.

When he was unhappy, it was his father who coaxed him to sleep.

Dad is not happy today, so let him coax Dad.

Bian Yunluo looked down at the expectant eyes, and moved his fingers slightly.

The third year of high school is about to start making up classes again. He should have sorted out his work plan tonight.

Bian Yunluo's expression was stiff, and he said nothing, as if silently refusing.

Being stared at by those gray eyes made one feel unreasonably cool.

After a moment of stalemate, a corner of the quilt was lifted, and the bedside table made a small sound when it touched the glasses, and Bian Yunluo lay down skillfully.

The side is soft and soft, like a small rice cake, sticking to Bian Yunluo's body with a "boom".

The short arms struggled to circle Yunluo above him, and patted him lightly.

"Ruanrou is a little rabbit that lives in the forest. What it likes most is to sleep between its father and mother." The soft voice of smoke rang out in the bedroom.

"His father was a big and powerful rabbit with the whitest fur in the forest..."

Only then did Bian Yunluo realize that this was the bedtime story he had just told Mianmian two days ago.

The frequency of the little hands patting him became slower and slower, and the continuous voice became muffled, the little guy was sleepy.

The hand that fell on him did not lift up again, the childish rabbit story dissipated in the air with the smell of milk.

Bian Yunluo maintained a slightly awkward movement, moved his arm quietly, picked up his mobile phone, and sent a few messages to someone.

After putting down the phone, his eyes fell on Mianmian's little face with baby fat.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but under the warm light, Bian Yunluo's aura of repelling people thousands of miles away finally subsided.

The cold eyes also softened, and Bian Yunluo slowly closed his eyes.

He didn't want anyone to come and destroy the current stable life.

"Ah Choo!" Ying Zaizhou, who was tossing and turning on the big bed, sniffed, how could he suddenly sneeze in the summer.

Is it possible?Is his little O thinking about him?

Thinking of this, Ying Zaizhou couldn't control the corners of his mouth.

What a sticky little thing.

It's so late, Xiao O hasn't slept yet, he should be preparing the ingredients for tomorrow's stall.

The book said that during the years he was away, Xiao O did all the dirty and tiring work.

When the two meet again in the book, Xiao O is also setting up a stall at the entrance of the school.