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Chapter 605 If there is an afterlife outside the episode
Chapter 605 If there is an afterlife outside the episode (1)
Looking at his expression that couldn't contain his affection, Chen Yu looked at him and was really happy for him. He is almost 30 years old and finally found someone he wants to spend his life with. Who says it is not a kind of happiness Woolen cloth?
But in face, he didn't want to let him be proud, so he said: "Look at you, you won't die from soreness, just you, an old cow, are you sure you can chew that tender grass? You are not afraid of getting stuck in your teeth."
Yi Junhao didn't care about the sarcasm in his words, he just said: "Go away, you have nothing to eat, jealous!"
After saying that, he hurried downstairs, just as Yi's mother came out of the kitchen, Yi Junhao saw her, and hurried forward and said: "Mom, cook some porridge for Bao'er, I'm afraid she will be hungry when she gets up."
Mother Yi nodded again and again: "Okay, this mother is already cooking, I think the baby can eat it when he gets up, by the way, why did you get down, go up and accompany him quickly, if the baby needs something, what should I do if I can't call anyone?" ?”
Yi Junhao thought about it, yes, anyway, there is nothing wrong downstairs, and someone was watching the porridge, so he turned his head to look at the two people on the side, and said, "You guys stay and eat." After finishing speaking, he turned and went upstairs.
Both Chen Yu and Dou Junxu shook their heads at Yi's mother. Chen Yu smiled and said, "Auntie, don't be in a hurry this time. I think you will be able to hug your big fat grandson soon."
"Yes, yes." Yi's mother replied with a smile, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were all blooming, thinking of having a grandson like a son, or a granddaughter like Bao'er in the future, her heart was so soft .
Turning his head, he said, "You do what you want, I have to go and see the porridge."
"Okay, Auntie, you are busy with your work, don't bother us, we will take care of ourselves."
When the rice was cooked, it happened to be 12:30. Mother Yi washed her hands with hand sanitizer, then carefully filled the porridge in a porcelain bowl, and walked upstairs carefully. When she walked to the door, she heard her son whispering softly the sound of.
She went up, holding the bowl in one hand, while listening to the movement inside, she only heard his son's coaxing voice, but the baby didn't make a sound, so she couldn't help feeling a little worried, and didn't know how the fever had subsided.
She knocked on the door and lowered her voice, "Baby, baby, Mama Yi is here to bring you porridge."
Yi Junhao inside the room is using an electronic thermometer to measure Xiao Baoer's temperature. He lifts her arm and puts the thermometer under his armpit. The little man's lips are accidentally pressed against his neck, exhaling hot air, which makes him feel a little nervous. The mind is distracted.
Hearing Yi's mother's voice, I couldn't help feeling a little guilty and flustered. After coughing, I calmed down and said, "Mom, come in."
Mother Yi came in with porridge, put the bowl aside, turned to look at the two people on the bed, and found that her son's face was also red, and she couldn't help but wondered: "Son, why are you so red?"
Yi Junhao touched his face in embarrassment, turned his eyes away and didn't answer, only glanced at the porridge brought by Yi's mother.
Yi's mother followed his gaze and said, "I don't know if the baby likes to eat or not, and if he doesn't like to eat, mother will do it."
Yi Junhao nodded, and didn't think it was troublesome or what's the matter. In his heart, Bao'er's favorite food was the most important thing.
Calculating that the time was almost up, Yi Junhao reached into Xiao Baoer's clothes and took out the thermometer, while Yi's mother watched without blinking, one took it seriously, the other looked at it seriously, when the two came back to their senses, Only then did I realize that this scene was very strange.
How can a mother watch her son eat other people's little girl tofu, especially this little girl is the daughter of her best friend, mother Yi is a little... guilty, although it's really nothing to say about her son's character and appearance, but in the end It's nearly ten years older than Xiao Bao'er, and I don't know if this friend minds.
(End of this chapter)
Looking at his expression that couldn't contain his affection, Chen Yu looked at him and was really happy for him. He is almost 30 years old and finally found someone he wants to spend his life with. Who says it is not a kind of happiness Woolen cloth?
But in face, he didn't want to let him be proud, so he said: "Look at you, you won't die from soreness, just you, an old cow, are you sure you can chew that tender grass? You are not afraid of getting stuck in your teeth."
Yi Junhao didn't care about the sarcasm in his words, he just said: "Go away, you have nothing to eat, jealous!"
After saying that, he hurried downstairs, just as Yi's mother came out of the kitchen, Yi Junhao saw her, and hurried forward and said: "Mom, cook some porridge for Bao'er, I'm afraid she will be hungry when she gets up."
Mother Yi nodded again and again: "Okay, this mother is already cooking, I think the baby can eat it when he gets up, by the way, why did you get down, go up and accompany him quickly, if the baby needs something, what should I do if I can't call anyone?" ?”
Yi Junhao thought about it, yes, anyway, there is nothing wrong downstairs, and someone was watching the porridge, so he turned his head to look at the two people on the side, and said, "You guys stay and eat." After finishing speaking, he turned and went upstairs.
Both Chen Yu and Dou Junxu shook their heads at Yi's mother. Chen Yu smiled and said, "Auntie, don't be in a hurry this time. I think you will be able to hug your big fat grandson soon."
"Yes, yes." Yi's mother replied with a smile, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were all blooming, thinking of having a grandson like a son, or a granddaughter like Bao'er in the future, her heart was so soft .
Turning his head, he said, "You do what you want, I have to go and see the porridge."
"Okay, Auntie, you are busy with your work, don't bother us, we will take care of ourselves."
When the rice was cooked, it happened to be 12:30. Mother Yi washed her hands with hand sanitizer, then carefully filled the porridge in a porcelain bowl, and walked upstairs carefully. When she walked to the door, she heard her son whispering softly the sound of.
She went up, holding the bowl in one hand, while listening to the movement inside, she only heard his son's coaxing voice, but the baby didn't make a sound, so she couldn't help feeling a little worried, and didn't know how the fever had subsided.
She knocked on the door and lowered her voice, "Baby, baby, Mama Yi is here to bring you porridge."
Yi Junhao inside the room is using an electronic thermometer to measure Xiao Baoer's temperature. He lifts her arm and puts the thermometer under his armpit. The little man's lips are accidentally pressed against his neck, exhaling hot air, which makes him feel a little nervous. The mind is distracted.
Hearing Yi's mother's voice, I couldn't help feeling a little guilty and flustered. After coughing, I calmed down and said, "Mom, come in."
Mother Yi came in with porridge, put the bowl aside, turned to look at the two people on the bed, and found that her son's face was also red, and she couldn't help but wondered: "Son, why are you so red?"
Yi Junhao touched his face in embarrassment, turned his eyes away and didn't answer, only glanced at the porridge brought by Yi's mother.
Yi's mother followed his gaze and said, "I don't know if the baby likes to eat or not, and if he doesn't like to eat, mother will do it."
Yi Junhao nodded, and didn't think it was troublesome or what's the matter. In his heart, Bao'er's favorite food was the most important thing.
Calculating that the time was almost up, Yi Junhao reached into Xiao Baoer's clothes and took out the thermometer, while Yi's mother watched without blinking, one took it seriously, the other looked at it seriously, when the two came back to their senses, Only then did I realize that this scene was very strange.
How can a mother watch her son eat other people's little girl tofu, especially this little girl is the daughter of her best friend, mother Yi is a little... guilty, although it's really nothing to say about her son's character and appearance, but in the end It's nearly ten years older than Xiao Bao'er, and I don't know if this friend minds.
(End of this chapter)
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