Song Xiaotou walked to the computer and sat on Zhizhi's lap, "I promised mommy that I would stay at home with you."
Zhizhi pinched his cheek and said, "Shitou, do you want to go to school? You are eight years old. If you don't go to school, you will become autistic."
"I listen to mommy," Shitou nestled in Song Xiaozhi's arms, "Is this school?"
Zhizhi looked at his son's angelic smile, listened to his obedient answer, and warned, "What's the point of agreeing so quickly?"
"Why doesn't Mommy always believe me?" Song Xiaotou was helpless.
"Because you have too many brains."
"That's also what you inherited, Mommy."
"Shit, your mother is well-educated, gentle and virtuous. You damn kid is just too smart to take my mother seriously."
Can a well-educated, gentle, and gentle person talk shit?
Song Xiaotou rolled his eyes at Zhizhi, but his tone was still sweet as hell, "I keep Mommy in my heart!"
"Stop sugar-coated bullets." Zhizhi took him down from his arms and said, "I will send you to school tomorrow. You are not allowed to take computer classes and paralyze the entire school's computers. You are also not allowed to make your own voice changer to scare the principal of terrorist attacks.
, and you are not allowed to deliberately plant fake micro bombs nearby to attract the police to close the school, do you hear me?"
Shitou sighed, looking frustrated.
Then what fun is there in going to school?
"Song Xiaotou, did you hear that?" Zhizhi, a rare mother, kept asking, "Promise me first!"
"Okay, I promise mommy, I will teach you well this time."
Shitou nodded obediently, "Mommy, I'm going to cook."
Zhizhi rubbed his son's soft hair and smiled, "Shitou, I want to eat Mapo tofu, sweet and sour pork ribs, vinegar chicken, and Dongpo pork."
Shitou glared at her, "Mamma sei un maiale!" (Italian: Mommy, you're a pig)
Song Xiaozhi stared back, "Usted es el cerdo!" (Spanish: You are the pig)
Mother and son are so tough that they have to speak different languages when swearing.
Song Xiaotou was cutting vegetables in the kitchen when she suddenly regretted it.
Why didn't he sell himself to his godmother in the first place...
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There were three days left before the auction, and the preparations for the auction venue were entirely handed over to An Yi, and Song Xiaozhi was sent to help——
The two of them were sitting in the monitoring room checking the monitoring equipment. Song Xiaozhi took a sip of hot coffee and said slowly: "There are still three days left, and we can finally complete the task successfully."
An Yi adjusted the cameras everywhere and asked: "Xiao Zhi, Miss Ou is here, are you worried?"
"I'm only worried about whether 2012 will be the end of the world!"
"Xiao Zhi, you are pretending to be strong to hide your sadness. In fact, you were heartbroken when you saw the young master and Miss Ou together, weren't you?"
"Yes! I'm so heartbroken!" Song Xiaozhi answered impatiently and changed the subject, "An Yi, when will the gold jade clothes be transported into the venue?"
"In the early morning of the auction day, you will have a very hard day."
"I'm the only one who has trouble?"
"Because the day after the auction is the young master's wedding, for you..."
"An Yi, I'm going to pick up Miss Ou to try on wedding dresses." Song Xiaozhi put down the cup and stood up, ignoring An Yi, "You continue to have sex, and we'll talk when you have time."
An Yi's eyes flashed and she said with a smile: "Xiao Zhi, do you want to know, in the eyes of the young master, who is more important, you or Miss Ou? I can help you."
"Don't...don't help me, I really don't want to know."
Song Xiaozhi waved and left.
An Yi had a smile on her lips, shrewd and cunning.
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People say that women go crazy when they get married, and their passion for wedding dresses is eternal. Ou Xinya helped Zhizhi prove it very well.
The eldest daughter of the Ou family has a weak personality and has no independent opinions. She is always difficult to decide when making decisions. Song Xiaozhi has been with Ou Xinya trying on wedding dresses for two full hours since lunch.
"Xiao Zhi, I can't always make up my mind. Which one do you think is better?"
Zhizhi leaned on the sofa and complimented her tiredly, "Ms. Ou's natural beauty is hard to give up. She looks radiant no matter what she wears."
Ou Xinya sighed, "I don't know which one Young Master Jue likes. Xiaozhi, I want them to take a photo of each one I wear and give it to Young Master Jue to choose from tonight."
"Miss Ou, it's your choice, I'll wait."
Song Xiaozhi couldn't imagine the sweet scene of Nangong Jue accompanying Ou Xinya to choose a wedding dress. She only remembered that Nangong Jue was a cold-hearted man who couldn't even untie a bra, and he probably wouldn't be interested in it at all.
But maybe Ou Xinya is a special case.
Zhizhi remembered that Miss Song had distanced him from her after spending the whole night together, and that this eldest lady had just known her for three or two days and already called Xinya. She hummed low, leaned down and hugged the pillow to sleep.
When she got in the car and returned to Nangong's house, Song Xiaozhi looked at her watch. Yaya, it had taken a full six hours. She had taken the longest nap in the past years.
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The Nangong family is once again a corrupt state of singing and dancing. The old man of the Ou family lives in the Nangong family villa. Nangong Zhan treats him with special courtesy. Every day's dinner must be a luxurious feast.
Song Xiaozhi was once again honored to be stayed by Mr. Nangong for dinner. In order to save food for the family, Miss Song obliged and agreed.
This time, she was careful not to sit next to Nangong Yu, nor in front of Nangong Yu. Instead, she sat in the end corner with An Yi, far away from the dangerous animals, lowering her head and eating silently.
"Xiao Zhi, tonight is your chance," An Yi whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I will confirm it for you tonight."
"An Yi, do I have anything to ask you?"
An Yi chuckled, lowered his head, picked up his fork and continued eating.
Song Xiaozhi had a series of question marks floating above his head...