70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 143 Maomao and Xiaoyu compete for favor
The old man took the money and went home.

Xiaoyu put her hands on her hips, looked up and asked Maomao: "When are you going back?"

She always felt that since Maomao came home, she was no longer the cutest child in her aunt's heart!

Maomao happily replied, "I'll have to wait a long time before I go back because I'm renovating my room!"

"Ah? Decoration? Isn't your room very nice?" Xiaoyu had been to the small Western-style building several times and had seen his desk, his bed, and his cabinet, all of which were super beautiful.

"My dad said I'm a light sleeper, so he's looking for someone to help me with soundproofing, so he needs to repaint the walls."

Maomao hopes the renovation will take longer so that he can live in his aunt’s house longer!

Chen Qing caught the sensitive word: "Soundproof?"

Maomao nodded. "Yeah, I can hear any noise my parents make in their beds, and then I tell them to sleep soundly and not to turn over."

Chen Qing: I don’t want to understand it immediately.

But the brain has its own reactions.

"Then you should stay at your aunt's house."

"Mmmmmmm!!"

Maomao smiled happily.

He loves living here!

But since he came, He Yuxiang has been in pain and happy.

Because Maomao brought his own food coupons, meat coupons, and all the necessary daily necessities, and most importantly, one dollar a day.

One dollar is for living expenses.

One cent is for sleeping.

All the money was managed by He Yuxiang. He was very happy to make money easily, but Maomao was energetic all the time except when he was working, and kept pestering him.

Even when she saw him packing things from her aunt's package, she would come closer to take a look.

He Yuxiang asked his aunt: "Did you exchange the mooncakes with someone else?"

"Yes, we've replaced the malted milk with flour. You three can keep the malted milk to drink, and the flour can be steamed into steamed cakes or other foods. You can think about it."

"Okay, I see."

He Yuxiang found a clay pot containing flour and filled it with three pounds of flour. He then went to find a cardboard box, padded it with two pieces of newspaper that his aunt had read from her room, put the apples in it, and poured the oil into the oil pot.

The malted milk is placed together with the malted milk at home. Their malted milk is in the wooden cabinet in the kitchen, which is convenient for brewing.

Finally, clean up the small debris in the cloth bag.

He Yuxiang folded the cloth bag and placed it on his aunt's desk: "Remember to return it to the owner."

"Got it. We're having oyster omelets tonight. Don't cook too many dishes, and send one to your uncle He Yuan next door."

"……it is good."

He Yuxiang divided the oyster omelets.

Maomao volunteered to take it over.

Xiaoyu: "I want to go too."

"Go."

He Yuxiang went to the kitchen to stir-fry some vegetables and then started eating.

The two children each held a plate on one side, like little eunuchs and palace maids.

The two little guys came to the door of He Yuan's room and stood still. Xiaoyu shouted into the house: "Uncle He Yuan, Uncle He Yuan?"

She called out twice but got no response, so she and Maomao headed home. Chen Qing went out and saw two little guys coming back with food: "Isn't he going to eat?"

"No, Uncle He Yuan is not at home."

"Then I should work overtime."

Chen Qing couldn't figure out the researchers' working hours. To put it simply: they were very unstable.

He Yuan: "Looking for me?"

He saw the two little guys at the entrance of the alley, and unexpectedly saw Chen Qing as well.

Chen Qing looked in the direction of the voice.

He was wearing a mask today, the thin fabric highlighting the elegant bridge of his nose, and only a pair of narrow, beautiful almond-shaped eyes were visible from beneath his black hair. Chen Qing really wanted to take a picture of him.

As wallpaper.

Watch it every day.

Xiaoyu tilted her head back and asked, "Uncle He Yuan, why are you wearing a mask?"

"The workshop smells too bad." He Yuan took off his mask, revealing an even more stunning face. He half-knelt down and looked at Xiaoyu, his tone softening: "Are you looking for me?"

"Yeah, this is the oyster omelet my aunt prepared for you. I've never eaten it before, but it looks fragrant and delicious." Xiaoyu handed him the plate.

He Yuan followed her movements and took it, then looked up at Chen Qing: "Thank you, Comrade Chen Qing."

Chen Qing's heart trembled, and his cheeks flushed: "It's getting late, you should go eat."

"it is good."

He Yuan obediently carried the plate back to the slum.

He decided to fall in love with oyster omelette in the future.

Maomao looked at his back and said wistfully, "I really want to be Uncle He Yuan's child."

Xiaoyu: "Why?"

Maomao: "I think he is tall and handsome. My dad is not tall."

Xiaoyu: "Your mother is tall."

Chen Qing also said: "Children usually take after their mother's height. Besides, your father is not short."

Although he is less than 1.8 meters tall, he is about 1.7 meters tall, which makes him look about the same height as Talia.

Maomao sighed, "I hope so. Why can't my dad fight for his own ambition?"

Comrade Mao Jianguo has done a great job!
Ever since height-increasing insoles became available on the black market, he quickly bought five and saved them so that he and Talia would look more compatible when standing together.

Talia herself has beautiful bones and strong facial features. He is just an ordinary man who pursued Talia by simply being persistent and shameless. She made him suffer so much. Mao Jianguo actually felt really guilty.

When he got home from get off work, he went straight to his wife.

Talia was arranging books in front of the bookshelf when she was suddenly surrounded by a pair of arms, which directly and forcefully wrapped around her waist. She was slightly startled. "You're back?"

"Yes, I finally don't have to work overtime anymore." Mao Jianguo sighed.

He's really going crazy lately.

Maomao, the biggest obstacle to their love, left, and the obstacle turned into overtime work!
Mao Jianguo was extremely angry.

Talia: "Tomorrow is Saturday. Let's pick up Maomao."

When a child goes to someone else's house to play for a day, it can be said that they love to play with their friends, but if they play for too long, it can easily add a burden to the parents.

Mao Jianguo: "I went to Maomao's school today. He said he is doing well and that He Yuxiang is taking care of him. He said his biggest dream in life is to live in Chen Qing's house forever."

"Me too." Talia looked longingly.

Mao Jianguo: “…”

Just let the child go.

How come my wife can still walk?

"Not so good."

"Xiaoqing's family has no rules, and she's very tolerant. Yuxiang may look fierce, but he definitely takes good care of Maomao. Xiaoyu and Maomao get along well and can chat and play together. With such a good environment, it's normal for Maomao to be reluctant to leave. But don't go too far."

The reason why Talia agreed to Mao Jianguo to send the child to Chen Qing was not only because it was difficult for someone to control himself after starting to eat meat again, which caused Mao Mao to not sleep well, but also because she had to translate a batch of documents in the next few days.

Maomao is talkative and energetic, chirping like a duck, making a lot of noise in her ears.

After he finished class at four o'clock, the house was completely uneasy.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed to such an outrageous thing.

Mao Jianguo agreed reluctantly: "Okay."

His hands also started to become naughty.

Even through the thick layer of fabric, Talia could still feel the firm and tight touch of muscles. She put the book back on the bookshelf.

Mao Jianguo was delighted. He held her on the desk and looked up into her deep blue eyes.