Spoil You All Your Life

(Shi Zipei let go of Shi Zidu, smiling softly, "I always remember Zimu's words. No matter how good you are, what does it matter to me? Brother, no matter how good she is, what does it matter to you?... .. Why do you hurt your body again when you are hurt? Go back, brother.")

"Zipei, I am not sad, let alone want to hurt my body." Shi Zi said, slowly walking towards Qingba, "I just don't want to be alone in the room."

Shi Zipei followed in his brother's footsteps, "If you feel lonely, go back to Lianshan, where your parents and I are here, we can all speak with you."

"If the heart is not full, you are lonely everywhere."

Shi Zipei looked at Shi Zidu's back and suddenly felt that he was really lonely. Since childhood, his cold personality prevented many people from approaching him casually. Many girls who admired him tried to please him, but were rejected by his cold attitude. Thousands of miles away, even Lafeng’s Zimu was frightened by his character and he was not confident enough. Over time, the reputation of Hong’an Prince Hong’an that was extremely difficult to impress spread. But, how do they know that under his indifferent appearance is a heart that cannot be loved, and it is a pity to miss the love in his heart helplessly. However, he has to watch the woman walk towards his brother with his own eyes. embrace.

God, if this is a punishment for brother, would it be too cruel?

Thinking, Shi Zi Pei overtakes Shi Zi Du, "Brother, I will be with you."

"You girl, go home early."

"Hehe, what to be afraid of, as long as I have my brother by my side, I am not afraid of wherever he goes."

Shi Zi laughed suddenly, and stretched out his hand to rub Shi Zi Pei's head a few times, "You are here, how dare my peach blossom come close."

"Rotten peach blossoms are all close to you now."

"Oh, where's the crooked theory."

Shi Zipei smiled, "Zimu told me."

As soon as the words were spoken, Shi Zipei fell silent, and shouldn't be admired in front of my brother.

"Heh." Shizi smiled, "It doesn't matter, Zipei, there is no need to avoid talking about her cautiously in front of me, she is not my taboo, and I am not the kind of stingy person. The happiness that Zimu ever had is us. All I want to see, Zixian is indeed excellent, he will treat her well, in this world, if she doesn’t follow me, the only thing that makes me rest assured is Zixian. This is her choice. I am happy for her. Very accurate."

"Brother, do you really think so?"

"Do you want your brother to be a jealous husband?"

Shi Zipei followed Shi Zi to the bar and sat on the chair next to him, "Of course I don't want it. The jealous husband is not for you."

"Two glasses of beer." Shi Zi said to the waiter.

"Okay, come right away."

That night, Shi Zipei accompanied Shi Zi to sit in the clearing bar drinking beer, and the siblings sat until after one o'clock in the morning before leaving.

Family mansion, first floor.

Shi Changrong and Lin Yingzi were sleeping in the quilt.

After Lin Yingzi thought about it for a long time, she finally couldn't help talking.

"Arong, are you asleep?"

After a few seconds, Shi Changrong replied, "No."

"Ask you something."

"Ok?"

Lin Yingzi turned her head to look at her wife, "Do you think there is anything wrong with Zixian?"

"what is the problem?"

"Don't you think the gift he gave is really...too rich?"

Shi Changrong looked at his wife, "Huh?"

"I don't mean that he shouldn't give so much, but why he has so much money." Lin Yingzi looked at Shi Changrong sternly, "Even if he is young and promising, his level is better than you and Bai Cheng after all. To be low, you two can't give him so much money now, you really don't think his money has anything to do with it?"

"Hehe, because I don't have a good grandma."

Lin Yingzi was taken aback for a moment, and then she understood, "That's not right. When I first gave Hong An to Bai Dong, I did give other children, grandchildren, and grandchildren a sum of money. Xian bought so many things at once."

"How many years have you given him?"

"what do you mean?"

"Meaning, I don't know."

"you!"

Shi Changrong stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt for his wife, "Okay, it's late, go to sleep, don't think about it. If you can't figure it out, ask him directly tomorrow."

Family mansion, second floor.

Shi Baicheng was lying on the couch, Tan Xueer rubbed skin care products on her face in front of the vanity mirror.

"Hey, Bai Cheng, ask you."

"I know what you want to ask."

Tan Xueer rubbed her cheeks with both hands, and turned to look at Shi Baicheng on *, "Then what do you want to ask me?"

"Don't you just want to ask about Zixian."

"Hehe, it's my husband, just say it, what do you think?"

Shi Baicheng and Tan Xueer looked at each other, and after three seconds, they said, "I don't know the lie, and I don't know the truth."

"You fool me."

"How dare you."

"You work on the same floor as him, don't you know him?" Tan Xueer gave Shi Baicheng a blank look, "How do you become a father?!"

"Comrade Tan Xueer, please pay attention to your words and attitude, and don't be so rude to your chief."

Tan Xueer stopped the smearing hand and glared at Shi Baicheng, "This is at home, in the room, I am asking you as a wife and mother, don't make an official appearance with me, I don't take your set, and answer me well. The problem."

"How do I answer? You should know about it on the same floor? Then do you know how much money is in the comrade-in-arms bank card in the next office? What's more, although Zixian's office in the military area is on the same floor as mine, he still has the research center office. He spends more time in the research center, and he rarely stays in the office except for military district meetings or military orders."

Tan Xueer was obviously dissatisfied with Shi Baicheng's answer, "Excuse me!"

"Xue'er, you don’t want to think about how old Zixian is. Do I have to check how much money he has? On the night when his relationship with Mu Mu became public, I said to fund his wife’s money. I refused, and now I know that this kid is rich and rich."

Tan Xueer slowly resumed patting her face, "But he has so much oil that is beyond our imagination. How can this be ‘flow’, it’s simply ‘spray’, spray oil."

"When my mother gave each of us a sum of Hongan funds, Zixian was just over eighteen years old. The money was directly given to him. Over the past ten years or so, your son is not stupid. Maybe he has any investment. "

"Soldiers are not allowed to have a second side job, you don't know!"

Shi Baicheng sighed with contempt, "Do you have to do a second sideline to make money?"

"Then you say how to make money?"

"Can't you take money to invest in fund companies? Can't let others trade stocks on behalf of others? Buy some treasures and be asked at a high price, no? The army does not allow soldiers to have a second side job, but soldiers themselves have deposits, so they are not allowed to manage money Huh? You have to keep in the bank as your wife?"

Tan Xueer thought for a while, felt reasonable, nodded, "Well, according to what you said, it seems that ten years can really make a lot of money."

"That is. You don't see whose son it is." Shi Baicheng said, slowly lying in the quilt, and muttered, "My son has loved Mumu for so many years and he doesn't know it, if it wasn't for Mumu accidentally Exposing the relationship between the two and still being kept in the dark, why are you a mother?!"

Tan Xueer got up from the chair with a whirr, walked to the side, and patted a certain position of Shi Baicheng's lower body.

"Ah!" Shi Baicheng stretched out his hand to cover "somewhere", "Murder your husband!"

"What do you do so miserably, but I just touched it lightly, don’t pretend, I know how strong I am. This is just to tell you, don’t slander my mother who is already doing her best. For three years, I didn't have a clairvoyance. I don't know he admires him."

"Even so, you still have to choose a'position' to shoot, you can't catch it."

Tan Xueer got into the quilt and glanced at Shi Baicheng, "In addition to that place, do you think men are attackable?"

"Hehe, that's not necessarily."

"Ah, itchy, Shi Baicheng, don't scratch, ah, haha..."

Family mansion, third floor.

Shi Zixian and Mo Zimu tossed in the bathroom for more than forty minutes, and finally came out of them.

Mo Zimu grabbed his wet hair, "I will go to the room to dry my hair."

"Take the hair dryer here, I'll blow it for you."

Mo Zimu Le said, "Does my dad practice how to take care of others?"

"This suggestion is feasible."

Mo Zimu took a hair dryer from her room and returned to Shi Zixian. The two sat on the sofa in the living room. She was flipping through the TV program with the remote control, and he helped her dry her hair.

After Mo Zimu's hair was dry, Shi Zixian put the hair dryer on the coffee table, hugged her into his arms, and asked softly, "Madam, today is our engagement night, let's practice something else."