Xiaomeng rubbed Fu Zhaoyi's head and shook his head gently: "It's just some irrelevant and gossiping words. Mommy won't take it to heart..."
Adults must have their own judgment. Xiaomeng does not think that an outsider with malicious intentions can influence his opinion with a few , she did receive some inspiration from it.
According to Bai Xue, Fu Wei seemed to be consulting a doctor in private, and he was indeed quietly trying to recall his whether it is hypnosis or psychological suggestion, it is a double-edged sword.
Xiaomeng was suddenly a little unsure whether the picture that flashed in her mind was a fragment of a previously lost memory or a product made out of nothing and rationalized under suggestion?She shuddered.
"Momo, is the temperature a little too low? Let me raise it a little." Fu Zhaoyi was sensible. He didn't ask, but silently took the air conditioner remote control.
The voice of her precious son made Xiaomeng stop her deep thinking. It was working time now, and she should be busy with her work for those conjectures just now, it can be left to time to confirm. At worst, I will be more defensive when facing Fu Wei in the future.
Time always flies by when you concentrate on it, and the pointer on the wall reaches 05:30 without even realizing it.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Xiaomeng stretched and cast his gaze in the direction of the sofa lovingly and tenderly.
Fu Zhaoyi had fallen asleep unknowingly during the long wait. The faint golden light fell on the sofa, and his little face was flushed, which was particularly fact, Xiaomeng said more than once on the way to let him go, but the little guy was so clingy.
"Mr. Xiao, it's almost time to get off work. Isn't it difficult to get off work with a little gem?" The secretary knocked on the door with a summary of today's work report, and she did not forget to remind Xiao Meng to get off work on time.
This little excuse was completely irrefutable. Xiaomeng immediately thought of Fu Shengming who was far away in country S. She raised the corner of her mouth slightly and joked: "How much service fee did Mr. Ming pay you? How about I feel guilty?" Can I recommend you to go to Gemstone Dream to work as a secretary?"
The secretary repeatedly begged for mercy, but she just promised Fu Shengming that she would help remind this workaholic female to get off work in time, but in fact she didn't spend a dime.
The interaction between the two was not loud, but Fu Zhaoyi woke up drowsily while rubbing his eyes. He called out "Mommy" in a sweet voice, which refreshed his sense of existence.
"Look, little gem is awake. Mr. Xiao, you'll have an early shift. Our outside staff will also work hard, otherwise they will always feel that the salary is a bit embarrassing..." The secretary knows how to seize opportunities, and he was replaced immediately. Here are some thoughts of comfort.
This is good advice, and Xiaomeng will naturally listen to it. When the mother and son walked out of the office building hand in hand, Huo Shaoyunzheng outside was so Zhaoyi looked at the flaming clouds on the horizon and sighed: "It's like the spicy rabbit head last time. I'm so hungry after looking at it..."
The last time Fu Zhaoyi spoke was the time Fu Wei barbecued. Xiaomeng's trust in Fu Wei is now very subtle, but listening to Xiao Baoshi's words, he seems to be more like that 's eyes darkened, and she took Fu Zhaoyi's hand and changed her way home from going to the parking lot to going to the nearby fresh food supermarket actually knows how to cook, and her skills are no worse than those of some chefs. However, Fu Shengming always said that the smoky kitchen is not good for the skin.
"Mommy, I want to eat chicken wings with honey sauce, and fat beef with curry potatoes..." When Fu Zhao saw that Xiaomeng was planning to cook the food himself, he immediately began to sign up for the dishes. He actually liked Mom very much. My cooking, but Fu Shengming, a father, is too stingy.
He said that men have thicker cuticles than women, so work like cooking should be more suitable for men. If Fu Zhaoyi was not still young, he would have been taught how to cook...
Xiaomeng accepted Fu Zhaoyi's menu as ordered. She hoped that her son's attention could be withdrawn from Fu Wei unconsciously. Before she was sure what the man was, she did not agree with the two of them having more contact.
When mother and son returned home, time passed unknowingly from cooking to washing dishes. As soon as Fu Zhao burped at the dining table, the thumbs-up shape formed by his little hands was basically unbroken. What is Fu Wei?It has long been forgotten about the back of the head.
The sweet-tongued Fu Zhaoyi made Xiaomeng smile, but the smile was a smile, and the daily routine still had to be holiday is over and the next day is Monday. According to the kindergarten's schedule, Fu Zhaoyi needs to get up early to go to the kindergarten tomorrow.
However, the child was greedy and was a little full. He tossed and turned in bed for a long time without any intention of falling glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the laptop and asked softly: "What's wrong, little gem can't sleep? Do you need mommy to tell you a story?"
Fu Zhaoyi shook his head like a rattle. He knew that if Xiaomeng sat in front of the computer, it meant that he was busy with work. He, a little man, could take care of himself.
"Mommy, I can also tell stories. Let me tell you a story: The little rabbit is going to bed, and he is holding on to the big rabbit's ears..." Fu Zhaoyi's voice carries the unique innocence of a child. , Xiaomeng pursed her lips, and a faint smile emerged spontaneously.
This story is a classic picture book story called Guess How Much I Love. Xiaomeng almost guessed it just by hearing the first opening, but in her impression, she didn't seem to have told this story to Little Jewel?
Not to mention Fu Shengming. He even advocated taking the little gem for exercise. As soon as the physical strength and energy are exhausted, there will be no children who can't sleep or suffer from insomnia.
Xiaomeng's eyes drooped slightly. Speaking of which, was it possible that this story was told by Fu Wei when he was sleeping next to Little Jewel?While he was thinking about it, Fu Zhaoyi was already feeling sleepy.
His storytelling voice gradually weakened, and instead he hummed a song line by line. The gentle melody fell on Xiao Meng's ears, and a chain reaction started before his eyes.
She vaguely saw a warm room. The moonlight shone through the window sill on half of the bed. A man was holding a woman in his arms and humming an unknown blinked, and when he wanted to see more clearly, what appeared in front of him was an open work document.
Fu Zhaoyi was already fast asleep on the bed. His long and even breathing sounded in the quiet room. Xiaomeng smiled and shook her head. She saved the document and closed the computer. She closed the door softly and went back to her room to rest...
