Sick CEO's little milk dog

Zhang Yi parked the car on the side of the road, rolled down the window glass, took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette, lit it, breathed out the smoke, and stared gently at the boy who was about 30 meters away from him, the hook flower.

About 20 minutes later, the boy of the Acacia japonica yanked a tree branch of the flower, stood up and stretched it, and then continued to pull the second tree branch very seriously. A gust of wind blew by, and the flower was circling in the air , and then floated to the ground.

The boy pulled out the second branch and did not hook any more, probably because the weather was getting dark, so he bent down to pick up a few in twos and threes from the ground.

Sure enough, after picking up a few underground ones, he picked up the hook, carried the Sophora japonica flowers, and was about to go home, when he stood up, looked around, and found a black car parked not far away, which he recognized.

So he put down the hook and the Sophora japonica, and ran towards the car. The people in the car saw this, opened the door and came down to greet him. They hugged him full of him. There was a faint fragrance of Sophora japonica on the boy's body, which was refreshing.

"Baby," Zhang Yi called softly, and caught the boy.

"Brother Zhang Yi, today doesn't seem to be Friday, why are you back?" the boy asked innocently.

Zhang Yi straightened the boy and led him to Huaihua. The car just parked here, it was all within the scope of the village, and it could be parked anywhere.

Zhang Yi picked up the hook, and the boy lifted the Sophora japonica flower by himself. The moment he lifted the Sophora japonica flower, the boy gave Zhang Yi a look, and it was half a bucket.

"Brother Zhang Yi, I'll give you some later."

"Okay! Thank you, Yanyan." Zhang Yi replied.

It took about 8 minutes to walk not far from home. Instead of taking the main road, they walked directly from a lotus pond path to the boy's home.

The boy's father could tell who it was by the sound of the voice: "Yi'er, why are you back today?" the boy's blind father asked with a basket in his hand.

"Our company will come to recruit people tomorrow. I'll come back and talk to the brigade first, and I will broadcast it on the loudspeaker tomorrow." Zhang Yi replied.

The boy put a bag of Sophora japonica flowers in a small plastic bag and handed it to Zhang Yi, then said to his father:

"Dad, don't make it up. It's dark. Let's eat later." The boy said, picked up the Sophora japonica flower and walked to the kitchen. He is going to make Sophora japonica flower cake, it will be ready soon, the porridge father has already cooked up.

Zhang Yi watched the boy walk into the kitchen, his expression changed slightly, and he looked at the Sophora japonica flower in his hand:

"Uncle, I'm leaving!"

Five houses away is Zhang Yi's house. His mother saw that he was carrying a pagoda tree flower in his hand, took it with a smile and said:

"Sun Yan gave it to you. Look at him in the hook of Sophora japonica."

"Yeah." Zhang Yi hummed and walked towards the bathroom, washing his hands before entering the door.

"Brother, I asked you to buy me a shirt for Sun Yan, did you buy it?" Zhang Miaomiao asked from behind.

When Zhang Yi heard the voice, he didn't turn his head or speak to him. He knew what his sister was thinking. She had liked Sun Yan since she was a child.

When Zhang's mother heard her sister talk, she said the opposite: "You stinky girl, don't pay attention to Sun Yan. Although the child looks good, his father is blind and he is also shy. In a word, who do you think he has talked to? This is also a kind of disease, how will I live in the future?"

"Why do I want him to talk to others? It's fine for him to talk to me, anyway, I just like him." Zhang Miaomiao rebutted her mother confidently.

"I really owe you all, no matter how good a girl is, she insists on liking someone who is not healthy." Mother Zhang replied angrily.

After dinner, the neighbor Shanshan asked Zhang Yi to help translate an English question. Everyone in the family knew that the translation was fake, and the truth was to get close with an excuse.

"A third-year student, asking such a naive English question?" Zhang Yi looked at the question, then at her, and threw the book to her, ignoring her.

"Ah, I'm just a scumbag! I'm really not sure, Brother Zhang Yi, just tell me."

Topic: "We need more laws to control pollution, whether to use the verb pollute or the noun pollution."

Zhang Yi had no choice but to write on the paper with a pen: "weneedmorelawstostoppollution..."

Shanshan picked it up and looked at it: "Oh, it turns out it needs to be a verb, thank you brother Zhang Yi."