Chapter 7: Start reading

Huh? Chu Yanshen looked at him with amusement: "You call your mother 珺 珺?" The little man nodded seriously: "She doesn't let me call her mother, so I can only call her 珺 珺."
Chu Yan raised her eyebrows deeply: "Why doesn't she let you call mother?" Feng Yi tilted his head and looked at him: "Uncle, are you avoiding the question I just asked?"
Suddenly, Chu Yanshen felt that children who were too clever and early-wisdom were sometimes not a good thing, especially when they were seen by the little ones and exposed in person, which was particularly weird.
He did not deliberately avoid the problems of the little ones. He did n’t know how to tell the children. If he really stated his purpose, it would be straightforward. He wanted to go to bed with Feng Ziyu, hoping to find this six-year spring. The reason, and then ended it, returned to his own normal life track.
To him, anything unknown and uncontrollable, even if it is a dream, should not belong to him, and the little guy's mouth may seem to have another meaning. In the face of such a child, Chu Yanshen does not want to deceive, so he only Can avoid it.
When Chu Yanshen was thinking about how to talk to the little guy, the little guy suddenly flashed his eyes: "Uncle, don't worry, in fact, I know everything about your adults. You just look at the uncle's appearance, right?" He nodded in understanding, "My family is pretty."
I don't know if it is Chu Yanshen's illusion. I always feel that the little guy's tone has a little sigh, but fortunately the little guy doesn't continue to ask him.
Chu Yan deeply touched his head: "So what do you do, promise not to play an uncle's movie?"
The little guy looked up at him for a while. If he was not a five-year-old child, Chu Yanshen would feel that he looked at his eyes with a calculation, but could not help but shake his head. He was a little bit of a soldier. Just a five-year-old child.
In fact, his intuition was a bit right. Feng Yi was indeed counting him. The result of initial close contact was very satisfied. If this Uncle Chu came up, like the men who stuck to his mother in the past, he said that he liked his mother more, Feng You should consider giving up as soon as you hear it, because his mother's emotional quotient, if you find a man with a sweet mouth, will definitely be deceived.
Of course, this is what Feng Yi thinks about, Zi Zi does not consider himself stupid, so this is even more worrying for Feng Yi. With such a very unreliable mother, Feng Yi feels that he is not only precocious, but may also prematurely decline in the future. When looking for a man, his son is allowed to act, and his son is also very stressed, okay.
Especially in the face of clever people like Uncle Chu, Feng Yi has clear boundaries in his head. He has quickly divided the people he has met and contacted into several types. Chu Yanshen is the first person he has classified as a smart person. Feng I felt that it might be good to have such a stepfather, as long as he had to make him like his family.
And to make such a smart person like an absolutely stupid woman, this is the biggest problem that he is currently facing. Suddenly remembered, Feng Yi blinked: "Is Uncle Chu not married?"
Chu Yanshen suddenly felt funny, but he also cooperated with him quite seriously: "Uncle is unmarried and has no girlfriend. Is such an uncle Chu eligible to invite Feng Yi's children to dinner?"
The little guy nodded and said very seriously: "I want to eat mutton, copper pot." Chu Yan smiled deeply.
The aunt brought the last vegetable, and the hot pot on the table was also boiled. Chu Yanshen pushed the lamb into the bowl and sandwiched it in Feng's bowl. The little boy had good table manners, even when he was only five years old and grew up abroad. The chopsticks were used correctly, and they didn't talk when they ate. Until they were full, they put down the chopsticks and asked, "Is this uncle's home?"
In fact, Chu Yan asked Zhao Dong to set up the restaurant early. With his fuss, there are only a few restaurants that he can visit occasionally, but there are no hot pots. In fact, he doesn't like hot pots. A group of people eat around a pot. The method made him deeply resentful, but if the little one wants to eat this, Chu Yanshen can only bring him to the house, so that the chef can prepare it, and the hygiene standards can at least guarantee it.
The little guy was obviously curious about this place. Although he didn't ask when he first came in, he kept observing, so that he only asked this question until now. Chu Yan was not surprised: "Do you like your uncle's home?"
Feng Yi took a sip of freshly squeezed orange juice and added another ten to Chu Yan in his heart. Most wealthy men took heart, but this uncle Chu should not, because Feng Yi found that he had deep cleanliness and was very particular about the quality of life. .
While giving Chu Yan a deeper point, he also had no confidence in his family. Feng Yi looked at the spotless space and crossed his mind with his family in a foreign country. It can be said that he lives in a garbage dump. If you don't help clean up.
Thinking of this, Feng Yi could not help but sigh: "Like, my uncle's home is really clean."
Chu Yan raised an eyebrow: "Clean?" It's true that he doesn't understand how the little guy used the word. He can't stand the mess and disorder most, but this is not the point. The point is how he reached his mother through the little guy. He didn't want to have a spring or a dream.
As if knowing his mind, the little guy jumped out of the chair: "It's getting late, I should go home. If my uncle is convenient, can he send me?"
Chu Yanshen couldn't help laughing, he couldn't remember how many times he laughed today, this kid is too smart.
Before leaving, Feng Yi deliberately called Chu Yanshen back by phone, and told Zi Xi that there was a guest visit, and the words of the little guy made Chu Yanshen laugh.
After receiving the phone call from his son, Feng Zixuan frowned and swiftly moved. Under the training of his son, Zi Xie had mastered the skills of quickly cleaning up the messy room she had messed up. At least on the surface, when her son said in that serious tone, it meant not only to clean up the room, but also to clean up herself.
Zizhen picked up the manuscript paper scattered on the floor of the sofa, and caught his brain in a laptop, took it to his room upstairs, and began to gather together the snacks on the coffee table and drank half of the coffee.
Ziyu regretted it very much. She ran downstairs today, and she should be in her room, so now she doesn't have to mess around with visitors.
It ’s almost easy to clean up, rushed to the bathroom, took a shower, patted my face, ruddy enough, no makeup, hair is casually put behind my head, put on a casual skirt, take a picture in the mirror, ponder this It should be mixed up.
As soon as it was packed, the doorbell rang. Ziyi finally looked at himself in the mirror. When he opened the door, he looked at Chu Yanshen with some confusion, and didn't understand how his son went home with a stranger.
Feng Yi's gaze quickly turned around on his mother. Although she didn't have time to put on makeup, fortunately, she was born with good conditions, and she could still handle it.
Chu Yanshen's gaze slid slowly from Ziyi's face to her neck. Under the hard lining of the black casual skirt, the cinnabar mole was more vivid. His eyes were darkened and he could feel his delicate body changes. Even though she was so far away, she felt her way.
Chu Yanshen is more certain of her purpose. The woman looks delicious, her face without makeup is clear and clear, making her younger instantly shrink. Moreover, Chu Yanshen finds that such Feng Ziyi is closer to the woman in her dream. .
But what kind of memory does this woman have? I saw it yesterday, and I remember today. If it is like other women who want to seduce, then it is not necessary. He prefers the direct method.
Feng Yi looked at his mother and Uncle Chu. He felt that his purpose might not be difficult to achieve. Feng Yi said in a timely manner: "Uncle Chu, this is my mother. I saw it in the restaurant yesterday. My mother doesn't remember anyone. Uncle don't mind , Oh, this is Uncle Chu who sent me back. "
"Oh ..." Ziyi was a little confused, and didn't understand where this Uncle Chu popped out, but the son had already taken home, and it wasn't always good to stand outside, only to enter the living room and go to the kitchen. After two cups of coffee came out to treat guests, but found his son was gone.
Chu Yanshen said, "Feng Yi said he was going to bed at nine, and it is now eight-five."
"Yeah." Ziyi looked up at the wall watch on the wall and responded unconsciously. She knew her son. She had set a schedule for herself since she was four years old. Chaos, such a rigorous personality, Ziyi doubted for a while, when he was born, did he hold the wrong thing, nothing like himself.
Ziyi really can't remember the man who borrowed the seed under his own impulse, otherwise, he can find common ground from that man.
Zi Yan thought about these things in his mind, but Chu Yanshen was so dissatisfied that he had doubts about his charm once again. From coming in, this woman hasn't even looked at herself, and now they are both. In the same way, the woman stood there, her eyes were empty, she didn't know what to think about, as if she was in the air sitting in front of her.
According to Chu Yanshen's past experience, this woman will think that the woman will act again, but there is no trace of acting. If she is really pretending, she can really consider signing her. After all, the acting skills are so natural that there are not many.
Maybe she didn't know who she was, and thought of this, she said, "I'm Chu Yanshen." Needless to say anything else, these three words are enough to represent everything. Chu Yanshen waited for her reaction quite proudly, but the woman blinked , Oh, and said, "Hello." He paused.
Chu Yanshen began to wonder if this woman was an idiot, and could only add another sentence: "I'm Chu's boss and I want to sign your son." This time is clear enough.
Chu Yanshen never dreamed that he still had a day to win the favor of a woman from the self-reported house. He felt that he had given the woman a lot of face. If she was not exactly the same as the woman in her dream, she would have stood up and walked away.
The response he hoped for was not like this, oh, ah, he wanted this woman to have an ambition for himself, only then he could achieve his goal as quickly as possible, but the woman still said to him outside the situation: " Oh, that Feng's consent is fine, I have no opinion. "