Mr. Jiang pushed, "Why don't you stay in the hotel all the time? There are cleaners here who will tidy up your room and clean for you every day, so you don't have to do anything. The environment here is good, you can study, and it's safe here. You can go out
Where can I live with such conditions?"
The little guy raised his head, looking at his grandfather and brother but not at him.
His little legs were tired from standing, so he raised his little arms and asked for a hug, but no one answered him.
The little guy leaned against the back cabinet, pulled back, and sat down on the floor tiles. Fortunately, he had a diaper covering his buttocks. The little guy wrapped his mouth in frustration. Later, he found that it didn't hurt, so he was ready to make a plan.
The wailing did not come out in tears.
Jiangsu: "Although the conditions are good, I can't keep asking you to renew my room. The hotel is just a temporary emergency place. I can't stay there permanently. If you do this, I will... Damn it, what the hell is this...
Mountain, tiger!"
While Jiangsu was talking, his feet sank. Then, something soft climbed up on his leg and tugged on his trouser leg. He was startled. He thought someone's dog had crawled over, but when he lowered his head and saw,
A big meaty dumpling was lying on his feet with its butt sticking out, and was pulling on his pants.
Mr. Jiang also looked down at his little grandson and slapped his forehead fiercely, "Oh no, I was just arguing with you and forgot that I also brought a little grandson with me." He almost killed the son of the second son.
Lost.
Jiangsu quickly bent down, picked up the baby dumpling at home, and held it in his arms lovingly, "Where were you hiding just now? I didn't even see you."
The little guy was babbling and talking about bird songs that only he could understand, as if he was seriously complaining to Jiangsu.
Jiangsu's ears were buzzing, "...Okay, I know, you don't need to say anything anymore."
Jiangsu held the little guy with one hand and wrapped his other hand around Mr. Jiang's arm, "Go back to the room and rest for a while."
Later, Mr. Jiang failed to help his grandson to renew his house fee, and who knew he would be discovered.
When they got to the elevator, Jiangsu held the little guy with one hand, kissed him and cried to see the little guy's reaction.
The little guy looked at Jiangsu, as if he had been searching in his memory for a long time. Finally, he knew that this was his brother, so he blinked in slow motion, looked at the elevator door, and ignored his brother who was kissing him.
When they arrived at the hotel, Jiangsu threw a big apple to the little guy and asked him to roll around with him.
Jiangsu turned on the air conditioner in the room, pulled up a stool and sat next to his grandfather, "Master, if you have nothing to do, don't come to see me all the time. My parents came over the day before yesterday and bought enough fruit for me to eat for half a month. Later, the little fat girl came over every day to take care of me.
I eat."
Mr. Jiang: "Who did we ask you to go home to? If you don't go back, you won't be able to enjoy being in Fuwo. Let's learn from your brother."
Jiangsu looked at the little guy holding an apple on the bed, too anxious to take a bite. He smiled and snapped his fingers. "Little fool, brother, look at you."
The little guy raised his head and looked at Jiangsu cutely, then raised the big apple in his hands and handed it to him.
Jiangsu: "Brother, if you don't want to eat, you can eat it yourself."
Mr. Jiang has raised a baby so well that he understands what his little grandson means, "The tiger didn't give it to you to eat, but to let you take a bite for him while he licks the pulp inside."
Jiangsu: “……”
Later, Jiangsu took the apple and broke the two halves in the middle with his bare hands.
The grandfather and grandson, the old and the young, were all shocked. The little tiger lay directly on his brother's quilt and looked at his brother's hands.
Mr. Jiang once again felt that it was good to be young.
Jiangsu handed the two split apples to his grandfather and the little tiger respectively, "You two eat it."
"Xiao Su, you haven't practiced twice like Nuan Wazi, have you?" Mr. Jiang was surprised while eating.
Jiangsu pointed at the little guy, "Who dares to be like his mother? I, Ning'er, came here these days. I couldn't finish an apple, and I couldn't find a knife. I practiced it with my bare hands."
Ning'er checked all the pillows in the hotel but couldn't find the knife.