Chapter 91:

Because it’s not a man who is shopping with Meng Hao, but Ye Hao’s reason, Yu Jing is full of joy.
Even so, standing in front of Meng Hao, Yu Jing still feels helpless, and his throat can't stop rolling. He can't think of anything to say to Meng Hao.
Ye Hao drank a hot coffee, and the nose smelled the smell of coffee, which really couldn’t stand.
"Especially, if you have nothing to do, please feel free to do it. I want to have afternoon tea with Miss Meng."
Ye Hao said very clearly, but Yu Jing seems to be like a sculpture here, obviously a playboy, who has been practicing three inches of tongue in the flowers, but at the moment it is like a girl. Qing, half a sentence can not be found.
If you can’t come out, can’t you still understand your eyes?
I don't understand Meng Min, a face that wants to draw a line with you and doesn't want to have any involvement?
Where is Jingjing, he can’t tell, just in front of Meng Hao, what he wants to say is really a word that can’t be said, not to mention that Ye Hao is in front of him.
If there is no Ye Hao in this, You Jing may still be able to die and lick his face and say something to Meng Hao.
"I……"
You Jing just got the courage to make a sound. Meng Hao, opposite Ye Hao, apologized and smiled at Ye Hao: "Mrs. Lu, it’s a pleasure to go shopping with you today, but it’s too late, I still have something to do. If there is a chance in the future, I will ask Mrs. Lu to eat."
Ye Hao understands Meng Hao’s apology and follows the trend:
It’s okay, there will be time in the future, we will contact again.

Meng Hao apologized and got up, and said goodbye to Ye Hao.
You Jing has been on the side of Meng Hao, there is no leaf bulb, Ye Lan, can't stop talking about something in Meng Hao, but Meng Yu is still just a look of indifference, as if Jing Jing is nothing, until the front of the car, This stopped to look at Yu Jing, did not know what to say, Yu Jing's expression fell instantly, feet like being nailed, standing in place, motionless.
After Meng Hao got on the bus, Yu Jing did not go to chase. He only watched people leave, and his expression was lonely.
Ye Hao drank his mouth and sighed.
Meng Hao and You Jing did not make any comments. Feelings are two people's affairs. Outsiders will not understand what it feels like to be in the emotional vortex.
Meng Hao said that she and Yu Jing are not suitable, then there must be an inappropriate reason. You Jing likes Meng Hao and is unwilling to let go. Then there are reasons why he is not willing to let go. Perhaps the thing in the past may be that Jing Jing is wrong, maybe There is another hidden truth, but this matter, no one has a position to blame the two.
Twilight Sihe, Ye Hao stepped back to the home in the last touch of the sunset, and gave her the clothes bought by Mrs. Lu. Mrs. Lu was full of blame. She said that she didn’t have to buy her for shopping, saying that she was too tired, but she could Still can't help but smile.
Porridge porridge because of the day at home, was also rewarded by Ye Hao, a toy he wanted most, porridge porridge with Ye Hao kissed several mouths, and said that he would be embarrassed in the future.
After dinner, Ye Hao read a small book, until after eight o'clock, Lu Beichuan came back from the company.
Perhaps because of the death of Lu Laozi, the people inside the group are not stable. Lu Beichuan needs to spend a lot of effort to stabilize the current situation. It is common for companies to have a lot of business and go out early and return late.
But all the exhaustion disappeared at the moment I saw Ye Hao in the evening.
"looking at what?"
"About the producer's book..."
Lu Beichuan held Ye Hao from behind, and his chin rested on the shoulders of Ye Hao, smelling the fragrance of her hair, and saw the majority of Ye Wei’s page.
"When I was busy for a day, I went to take a shower and rest," Ye Hao moved his shoulder and closed the book, urging Lu Beichuan.
Lu Beichuan took a deep breath and put the documents brought back by the company on the table, took off his jacket and went into the bathroom.
However, when Lu Beichuan came out of the bathroom, he saw that the porridge porridge was lying on his mother's waist and listening to Ye Hao telling him stories.
"The last brave knight defeated the devil, rescued the princess, and lived a happy life with the princess."
The porridge porridge looked up at Ye Hao. "Is it a happy life like Mom and Dad?"
Ye Hao smiled and pinched the porridge porridge white tender face. "Yes, I also gave birth to a small porridge porridge."
"The porridge porridge will also be a knight to save the princess and live a happy life!"
Ye Hao put together the story book. "If you want to be a knight to save the princess, you have to go to bed early and go back to the room."
The porridge porridge is not holding the leaves, and she is spoiled on her side. "Mom tells one more, then the last one, okay."
"Don't you say the last one? Want to play?"
The porridge porridge smiled and screamed at Ye Hao’s face.
No, I want to sleep with my mother today, okay?

Hearing this, Lu Beichuan couldn’t listen to it. He took the story book in the hand of Ye Hao and put it on one side, looking at the porridge porridge,
Lu Zhifei, stand up.

Lu Zhifei always feared the majesty of Lu Beichuan and did not dare to squat like in front of Ye Hao, pouting his mouth, loosening Ye Hao’s waist, and stood up from the bed.
"Tell me, how old are you?"
Porridge porridge is two years old. "Two years old."
Lu Beichuan corrected him. "Two and a half years old, you will be three years old in two months. Do you know? I want to sleep with my mother? Don't lose people?"
Porridge porridge doesn't know what is so shameful, "But... but I want to sleep with my mother, Dad, you are so big, don't you sleep with your mother? Or... Don't you, me and Mom sleeps, Dad, you go to sleep with your mother."
Porridge porridge thinks this is very reasonable, and even complacent, I think Dad will be very happy. After all, he is very happy to sleep with his mother.
Ye Hao took a moment, then Niu Jun could not help but smile and lean forward, holding the porridge in his arms, "You little villain..."
Lu Beichuan is also helpless looking at porridge, "Who taught you these?"
The porridge porridge looks at him innocently. "Dad and mother are not happy? If the porridge and mother sleep, it is very happy!"
Ye Xiao smiled and trembled, giggling with porridge and porridge, wrapped around Ye Hao to tell him stories.
Lu Beichuan was helpless. When he returned to his desk, he saw the original neat document. At the moment, he was slightly messy. He turned it over and found that he had lost a few pages.
Lu Beichuan looked down for a while, saw a paper plane in the corner, and his eyebrows were slight, and he understood what it was.
He picked up the paper plane and went to the bed. "Is this you folded?"
The porridge porridge saw that he wanted to grab it, and Lu Beichuan let him steal the paper plane.
"Congee porridge, tell Dad, are you moving the documents on your dad's desk?"
"No, porridge porridge did not move Dad's documents." The scent of the porridge porridge is taken for granted.
Ye Hao squinted, keenly felt something, "porridge porridge, did you take your mother to go to the story book, moved the paper folding plane on the dad's table?"
The porridge porridge is excitedly pointing out the window. "The plane flies away!"
Ye Hao looked at Lu Beichuan, who was heavily faced, and asked: "Is the document important?"
Lu Beichuan took a deep breath and raised the porridge porridge from Ye Hao’s arms and let him stand.
"porridge porridge, that is the work of Dad, not for giving you an origami plane, you know?"
Fun is the nature of a child. He has a toy of his own interest and can’t hear the words of an adult.
The porridge porridge jumped on the bed, throwing the paper plane into the sky, and slamming the palm of his hand. "The plane flew away!"
Lu Beichuan's eyebrows were tightened even more. He took his arm and took two slaps on his ass. He said to him seriously: "Daddy can't listen when he is talking?"
This is the first time the porridge porridge was beaten. After I finished the two slaps, I don’t know what it hurts. I don’t even know why. I looked at Lu Beichuan with my eyes open and I was at a loss.
Lu Beichuan sighed: "Repeat what Dad just said."
The porridge porridge shrinks the neck, and the eyes are scared to fill the tears quickly.
"The paper on the table is the work of Dad. The work of Dad is very important. It is not used to give you an origami plane. Remember?"
The porridge porridge fell down with tears, and he choked and nodded. "Remember... remember."

Altogether a few planes?

Porridge porridge can not help but twitching, tears filled a small face, he narrowed his neck, whispered: "five ...."
"Stand up," Lu Beichuan seriously yelled at him. "You have folded five planes, and Dad will beat you five times as punishment. You will not be allowed to make such mistakes again. Remember?"
Porridge porridge eyelashes and rashness, looking back to see my mother.
"Can a man make a mistake and escape?"
The porridge porridge shook his head and took the initiative to walk to the edge of the bed. His back was covered with tears.
Lu Beichuan held him in one hand and took three shots on his little buttocks. He took him to the bed and let him stand at the corner of his desk and stand against the wall.
"Five minutes, think about what you did wrong. After five minutes, Dad will hear your apology."
After the lesson, there was no comfort. The porridge porridge whimpered and shed tears. He did not dare to cry out loud, and he couldn't help but cry, and the small shoulders shrugged.
Ye Hao looked at Lu Beichuan's whole child, and a heart mentioned that the eyes of the blind man did not say anything. Looking at the back of the porridge standing on the wall, the fundus was full of overflowing distress, and the anxious eyes looked at Lu Beichuan.
Lu Beichuan gave her a peace of mind, and packed up the documents in front of the desk until five minutes later, she took the porridge.
"What should I say?"
Porridge porridge with a strong nasal sound, ambiguous weeping, "Dad... Sorry, porridge porridge did something wrong, afterwards... I will not fold the plane again, my father forgive me."
Lu Beichuan wiped the tears on his face with a paper towel. "Okay, Dad forgives you."
The porridge porridge looked at Lu Beichuan, and looked back at the eyelids, still licking his mouth and not crying.
Lu Beichuan sighed and handed the porridge to Ye Hao’s arms.
Ye Hao was too busy to hold it, and it was extremely distressing.
The porridge porridge was drilled into her arms, and the octopus seemed to climb on Ye Hao. The tears rushed out and the mother kept yelling.
"Okay, don't cry, don't cry, do something wrong, don't commit it after you admit it, or a man!" Ye Hao patted him on the back to comfort him and took off his little pants. "Mom look.

The white and tender little buttocks were red, and even if Ye Hao understood the affair, he could not help but hand a dissatisfied gaze to Lu Beichuan.
"It hurts?"
The porridge porridge sucked the nose, nodded, and the full grievances were written in the eyes of the tearful eyes, as if they could talk and complain.
Ye Haozheng was trying to comfort him. The door came knocking at the door. "Hey, Beichuan, the porridge is not in you, his milk at night has not been drunk."
When I heard the voice of my grandmother, the tears of the porridge porridge fell again. Wow, I cried out and got up from the leafhopper. "Grandma! Oh, ah~"
Lumu quickly pushed the door open, and looked at the porridge porridge that screamed and ran away. The mother-in-law was so painful that she couldn’t help but quickly picked up the person.
"what happened?"
The porridge porridge holds the neck of the mother, and the hot tears roll down in the neck of the mother. "Dad... Dad just hit me..."
Lu mother, "Hit you?"
Porridge porridge grabbed his little pants, grievances, "Dad is fart, hurt..."
Lumu pulled down the porridge trousers and smashed a piece of red scorpion. In the heart, it was both distressed and angry. He glared at Lu Beichuan. "Lu Beichuan, what do you do with him! How big is he!"
Lu Beichuan squinted his face and his face did not change. "Mom, what did you ask him?"
"Even if you do something, you should be reasonable with him! He is only two years old, do you understand this? You can't beat people and learn it?" Said, Lu mother cares about porridge, Wen: "porridge Porridge, tell Grandma, what have you done?"
Porridge porridge with tears in the eyes of the mother and sobbing, pointing to the desk, "airplane..."
Lu Beichuan reluctantly said: "He tore my papers off the origami plane, you said, can I not teach him?"
A mother-in-law looked at a paper plane that fell in front of the desk. After a long silence, she said, "If you are, you can’t do it. You are such a big man. How hard do you know? The child is so small, in case it breaks. What should I do? How is your father doing it!"
"Okay, porridge, porridge, don't cry, don't cry, sleep with my grandmother tonight, there are a lot of paper planes in my grandmother's room, let's go play, ignore him."
Said, Lumu took a look at Lu Beichuan, while distressedly licking the porridge, while taking the person out of the room.
Lu Beichuan smashed the paper plane, and Ye Hao worried and asked: "Is it okay?"
"Nothing, go to the company tomorrow and let the assistant prepare another one."
Ye Hao is also slightly discouraged. On the issue of porridge porridge, it is indeed her negligence. "Sorry, today I am not optimistic about porridge."
Lu Beichuan whispered: "I have a mistake, I didn't put the documents well, and there is education problem of porridge porridge. I didn't teach him well," he said with a low voice. "Okay, let's not be each other." Responsible, my mother is right, the porridge is still small, and he will grow up later, and he should understand it. Now it’s a bit naughty. Let’s look at it.

"Then you still beat him?" said, Ye Hao had to endure his distress. "Forget it, hit it, give him a lesson, let him remember, fortunately, it is not an important document, otherwise, I am not Let this kid know that it is amazing!"
"You are willing?"
Ye Hao is discouraged. "I still give it to you. I can't stand the little bastard."
"After two months, the porridge is three years old. I will choose a kindergarten for him and send it to the kindergarten."
Ye Xie contemplates: "Mom told me about this before, the old man, I think the porridge is still small, I am afraid that the porridge is bullied in the kindergarten, and I will discuss whether I will send it to the kindergarten in another year."
"Be bullied?" Lu Beichuan whispered: "Do you think your son will be bullied?"
Ye Yiyi thinks about it too. The little guy is strange and strange. When he arrives at the kindergarten, he is probably who is bullying.
"Well, look at your son in the kindergarten to be king."