Chapter 893: Fanwai Dad, this is our secret.

Zhuang Mengdie hid under the window sill and snorted coldly, "A couple of dogs and men."
The in the house became more and more unbearable. She knew that this scandal should have reached its climax, and shook her head and said, "It's boring." Then she walked forward with her backpack on her back.
This time it was completely aimless.
At this moment, she felt a flash before her eyes, and the red butterfly appeared again.
The butterfly is still like just now, with its wings flapping and flapping, making people dizzy.
Zhuang Mengdie stared at the butterfly and felt his eyes light up.
When she recovered and rubbed her eyes, the scene in front of her changed again.
This time it was in a small house.
The room is not big, the door is tightly closed, there is a big bed in the room, a huge wedding photo hangs by the bedside, a man and a woman in the photo, nestling together affectionately.
Zhuang Mengdie looked at the man carefully, feeling that he was very familiar, and then took a closer look, isn't that Lao Zhou?
Since the man in the photo is Lao Zhou, the woman standing next to him must be Zhang Aihong.
There are wedding photos of Lao Zhou's couple in this room, so isn't this room the old Zhou's bedroom?
Ok? This time, the scene was switched to the bedroom of the old Zhou's house.
What story happened in this little room?
There is also a large desk by the window. There are several books on the desk. Zhuang Mengdie picked it up and looked at them. They were all books on business management.
"This old Zhou usually likes to learn."
There were three drawers on the desk, and Zhuang Mengdie was about to open the drawers to have a look, when she heard the bedroom door creak and opened.
She looked up and saw the little boy standing at the door, looking at her timidly.
"Auntie, why did you come to my house?"
"I didn't know how, so I came here."
The little boy wanted to say something more, but he heard a stern shout behind him.
"Xiaoguang, didn't you mean doing homework? Why did someone run away again? Go back to your room and do your homework."
"Oh, I see."
The little boy turned around and agreed, and then he smiled sweetly at Zhuang Mengdie, hissed, and then closed the door and left.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps at the door, and Zhuang Mengdie immediately hid behind the desk.
The door creaked and opened.
Lao Zhou walked in, with an apron around his waist, obviously cooking.
"Huh? That's not right, I clearly heard someone talking in this room just now."
Lao Zhou walked out the door and said loudly, "Xiaoguang, who were you talking to just now?"
"Nobody, no one in that room."
"No one is talking about yourself in the house."
"Oh, Dad, cook quickly, I'm starving to death."
"Just know how to eat, hurry up and do homework."
Lao Zhou walked back to the kitchen. After a while, the kitchen heard the sound of a spatula touching the iron pan, and the fragrance of vegetables poured into Zhuang Mengdie's nose.
This time, the door was not closed tightly, leaving a gap.
Zhuang Mengdie ran to the door and looked out along the crack of the door. Outside the door was a clean and tidy living room. This is the same as ordinary people.
There was no one in the living room at the moment.
It seems that there are only two people in the family right now.
Just take advantage of Lao Zhou's busy cooking now, it is better to check those three drawers.
Zhuang Mengdie opened the drawer gently and found that the first and second drawers were full of household items, nothing more than small bits and pieces of needles and brains. When she opened the third drawer, she found one Exquisite small black box.
She opened the small box and found that there was nothing in it.
In addition to hope, she put the small box back and closed the drawer.
At this time, Lao Zhou seemed to have finished cooking.
Because Zhuang Mengdie heard him putting the fried dishes on the plate.
"Xiaoguang, wash your hands and have dinner."
"Well, wash it right away."
The little boy responded quickly. When passing by his parents' bedroom, he glanced in the door, but he saw nothing, so he walked to the bathroom disappointedly.
Old Zhou replied, "I asked you to wash your hands. You tried to look around, don't hurry up."
The little boy whispered, "I see." When he came out after washing his hands, he immediately yelled excitedly, "Wow, braised pork, my favorite."
"Then you eat more, Dad made it for you specially."
"Dad, you are so kind."
There was a smacking sound from the mouth when eating.
"Huh? Dad, why don't you eat, you eat too."
"Dad is not hungry, you can eat first. Dad will eat later."
Next, Zhuang Mengdie heard footsteps walking towards the bedroom again, and she felt her heart pounding and jumping very hard.
Isn't Lao Zhou going into the bedroom? It is not a good thing to be found in his bedroom by him.
Zhuang Mengdie looked around the room and found nowhere to hide, so anxiously, she got under the bed.
With a bang, the door was pushed open.
She saw Lao Zhou's feet appear at the door.
"Xiaoguang, what did you look into the house just now?"
"Dad, I didn't watch anything."
The little boy slapped his lips and answered vaguely.
"Lying again."
Lao Zhou snorted and walked into the bedroom.
Zhuang Mengdie stopped seeing those feet walk to the edge of the desk.
In order to see what Lao Zhou was doing, Zhuang Mengdie climbed to the bed, picked up the bed sheet, and watched secretly from the cracks.
She saw Lao Zhou taking out the hairpin from his trouser pocket, taking the hairpin out of the evidence bag, and then putting the hairpin under his nose to smell it hard, looking intoxicated.
At this moment, the little boy suddenly ran in with his job.
"Dad, you are looking at that issuing card again."
Lao Zhou put away the card in embarrassment and squeezed it in his palm, "Xiaoguang, aren't you eating? Who let you in, go, go back and eat your food."
The little boy didn't turn to leave, but asked curiously, "Dad, is that auntie looks pretty?"
Lao Zhou said angrily, "Didn't you see her?"
"It was raining heavily last night. I didn't see it clearly, but I saw a bunch of white flesh, like a very white woman."
"You kid, why do you ask so much?"
"Dad, do you think that aunt looks pretty?"
"Of course it's pretty, not pretty. Will my father be so fascinated by her to do something wrong?"
"Then who is more beautiful than her mother?"
"Well, what's your mother doing? Your mother is not comparable to her at all."
"It seems that Dad prefers this aunt."
"Go! Get out of me to eat. Leave your children alone."
The little boy snorted dissatisfiedly, holding his rice bowl, and turning to leave, but was stopped by Lao Zhou, "Wait."
The little boy turned around and looked at Lao Zhou while picking rice in his mouth.
"Don't tell your mother about this auntie, you know?"
"understood."
"Come on, let's pull the hook."
Lao Zhou said, holding out his little finger.
The little boy walked over and obediently stretched out his little finger to hook Lao Zhou's little finger.
The little boy laughed mischievously, "Dad, this is our secret."