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C146

Once there was something to do, time flew by quickly.

Ji An'an chatted with Qiu Feiyu and the others on WeChat for a while, then opened her picture book to think about a new story.

After all, she had already promised Yao Ruo that she would draw a new work before she finished her drawing.

However, perhaps it was because his mood was unstable, causing him to be unable to draw a single brush when he held it in his hand.

She heard the bounce of a toy ball in the hall and looked up from her drawing board. She rubbed her sore neck and looked at the clock on the wall.

It was already four o'clock.

She had wasted almost an entire afternoon without any results.

Although she knew it wasn't easy to get inspiration, she was still a bit frustrated.

At this moment, a pair of fleshy hands were pressed against her neck, helping to massage her neck.

He didn't need to guess to know who it was.

A tender voice sounded from behind him, "Mommy, are you very tired? I'll massage it for you so that it won't hurt. "

As she spoke, she did not forget to massage her shoulders.

Perhaps it was because she was born with a weak body due to Shuibao, but before Shuibao could learn how to speak, she spent more time lying on the bed than standing.

Shuibao was meticulous. He knew that she became worse for the sake of giving birth to him, so he was very sensible.

When he was a baby, he had been very obedient and didn't cry at all. Even his grandparents said that he was one of the most carefree children in these few generations of Bei Family.

When the other children learned to walk and jump, he would stay by her side and listen to her story.

When children his own age were enjoying themselves in the mud, he knew to bring her tea and water and talk to her.

Although the small amount of strength on her shoulder was not enough to ease the pain, Ji An'an was still very moved and pleased.

"Thank you, baby."

After a while, she lifted her son onto her lap and stroked his head. "Mommy doesn't have time to spend with you this afternoon. Are you enjoying yourself?"

Shuibao nodded, smiled and pointed at the Husky who was playing with a ball on the side, "The waiter is with me, I'm very happy."

The waiter suddenly heard the young master call out his name. He immediately raised his head and moved his body to the woman's feet before continuing to play.

Ji An'an felt that it was a wise decision to choose a waiter as Shuibao's playmate.

"Mommy thought that she had neglected you because she was busy with work. It's good that you're not bored." She lowered her head and rubbed her nose against her son's face as she blamed herself.

Shuibao shook his head, but he felt that someone might be unhappy.

He pointed upstairs, "Mommy, beautiful uncle hasn't come down for an afternoon. Is he bored? Will he be angry that I didn't play with him? "

With Shuibao's mention, Ji An'an suddenly remembered the culprit that had disturbed her mood the whole afternoon.

She didn't think so. "He's probably just trying to make up for his sleep. He won't be bored."

"Mommy, is that it?" Shuibao leaned into her and thought of how Daddy had stomped the stairs so hard that they clattered. Shuibao was definitely unhappy, but he did not know why Daddy was unhappy.

He subconsciously grabbed the hair that hung down from Mommy's shoulders, and muttered with his head lowered, "But Uncle has already slept for an entire afternoon, are you still not asleep yet?"

Listening to her son's low voice, Ji An'an looked at the tightly shut door and felt a little upset.

He had only accompanied his son a few times, and his son had already become dependent on him.

It's not like he didn't know how important he was in Shuibao's heart. He was even showing off!

Didn't they say that the elites of the business world, with Teng's at the head, would not even be able to control their own emotions?

Furthermore, he was infuriating for no reason!

The more Ji An'an thought about it, the angrier she became. However, she couldn't show it in front of her son, so she felt even more depressed.

She lowered her head to rub her son's head, "Don't worry, uncle will be out soon. Have you decided what to eat tonight? Mommy allows you to order in the evening. "

Shuibao's attention was immediately diverted when he heard that he could order dishes.

"Mommy, I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs!"

Ji An'an smiled and pointed at his nose. "Alright."

Shuibao jumped down and urged her to cook.

She looked at his drooling face, shook her head, got up, and went into the kitchen.

When she found her apron, she opened the refrigerator for the dishes.

The first thing he saw was a large bag of oranges and a large watermelon.

She remembered that when she left in the morning, there weren't any of these fruits. Could it be that when she was not here, he had them put in?

This was the only possibility.

She merely said that Shuibao only drank fresh fruit juice and he immediately bought the fruit back.

It seemed that this person wasn't hopeless.

With a sigh, she took out the ingredients and closed the refrigerator.

Mommy was busy in the kitchen. Shuibao was lying on the table. He felt that without Daddy around, the toys on the floor would no longer be attractive.

At this time, the waiter gave up on the toy ball and squatted in front of him, wagging his tail with a puzzled look.

He touched the waiter's head, and with a sudden thought, he jumped off the chair and walked towards the stairs.

Daddy hadn't woken up after sleeping for so long. He probably forgot to set the alarm clock.

Seeing the little master running up the stairs, the waiter immediately turned his butt and followed.

In the room, Teng Yiyang didn't sleep at all, but his mood throughout the afternoon was full of twists and turns.

He was angry at Ji An'an for going out to eat with other men, but as he thought back on the past, his anger gradually dissipated, leaving only guilt.

However, after lying down for a while in the afternoon, when no one came to find him and had actually left him to fend for himself in his room, he felt a surge of resentment.

You don't even know how to use a soft word?

These two heartless kids were probably living freely downstairs and had completely forgotten about someone like him!

Then he looked longingly at the door, feeling both sullen and sad.

He threw back the quilt and wanted to get off the bed, but when he thought about how tall and fierce he was when he slammed the door, he couldn't help but shrink back his feet.1

He did not want face!

He held the blanket in his arms and vented his anger. It had already been so long, yet he still hadn't come up to call him over. Did he not understand what it meant to give him a way out of this predicament?

Was he going to starve him to death in his room at this hour?

He closed the door behind him. Although he turned on the air conditioner, he felt uncomfortable all over.

The more Teng Yiyang thought about it, the more he felt wronged.

He snorted. He was angry. No matter who came after him next, he would ignore them!

At most, he would be hungry for a night!

At this moment, a light knocking sound came from the door.

He immediately put away the resentful look on his face and stood up, not even bothering to put on his slippers. He took three steps to the door and put his ear against it, intentionally lowering his voice as if he had just woken up. "Who is it?"

"Beautiful uncle, it's me, Shuibao!"

"Just you?" "Yes," he said immediately.

"No."

He was overjoyed. He knew that her words were false, but she actually cared about him. Seeing that he could not continue on for a long time, she even knew that she had to call for him.

He raised his head and his chest, lifted his chin, and pressed the doorknob to open the door.

Shuibao: "And the waiter …"

As soon as he opened the door, a large furry dog pounced on him.

Teng Yiyang: "..."

I opened the door. Just show me this?

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