Miaomiao's heart seemed to be thrown into lemonade, so sour and astringent, making it feel even more uncomfortable.

"Okay, let's have a meal first." An Rongzhen patted her hands, "I'll remember next time."

Miaomiao nodded.

With the arrival of Xie Xingfan, the dining table became much more lively. The childish words and childish words and actions would make Xie Qiming and An Rongzhen laugh. Miaomiao's mood became less depressed because she heard him telling the interesting things in the kindergarten.

I can’t remember who said that when people grow up, they should be with their children more because they will have real happiness.

After dinner, Xie Qiming and An Rongzhen and Xie Nanxing moved their positions to the living room to chat. Xie Xingfan's little tail followed Miaomiao into the kitchen, staring at her washing dishes with eager eyes, rolling up her sleeves to help, Miaomiao quickly said no, he was not as tall as he was.

My cousin and cousin-in-law educated him very well. He is smart and polite. He knows how to think about others at a young age. Although it is sometimes naughty and a headache, it is the nature of a child. As long as it is not too much, adults are not qualified to take care of it.

For example, when Miaomiao put the washed dishes and chopsticks on the rack to dry and turned to wash the fruit, Xie Xingfan pulled her clothes and smiled even more beautifully than the carrots in the ground: "Auntie, can you steal me into your room secretly?"

Miaomiao saw through his Xiaojiu at a glance, and was trying to escape from his father's nose and secretly do bad things.

However, who made him the little matchmaker for her and Huo Siyan? Of course, Miaomiao agreed with all his requests.

She cut the fruit and took it out. When she heard her cousin and her parents chatting about the company, she put the fruit plate on the table, sat down and listened for a while, and interrupted in while they were chatting: "Xingfan has been in the car for so long, so I should be tired. I will take him up to rest."

Xie Xingfan cooperated and yawned, and at the angle that others could not see, he squeezed at his aunt.

"Go." Xie Nanxing undoubtedly had him.

"There are freshly sun-dried quilts in the guest room wardrobe." Xie Qiming reminded.

An Rongzhen also continued: "There has been cooling these days. Xiao Xingfan is sleeping and you can watch it a little while, don't let him catch a cold."

Miaomiao nodded: "I understand."

Then, he led Xie Xingfan upstairs.

As soon as he entered the room, the little guy jumped three feet high as he was liberated: "I love you little aunt!" He jumped onto the bed and called out a few times, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and happily played with King of Glory.

Miaomiao also came in with her laptop in her arms, sat down cross-legged on the cashmere carpet, and began to buzz and write.

Gradually, the sound of the game disappeared, and instead it was a uniform and long breathing sound. Miaomiao looked up and saw that Xie Xingfan was asleep. She got up and went to cover him with a blanket, and pulled out the phone he still held in his hand.

This game has launched a health system, and players under the age of 12 are limited to one hour of play per day. However, Xie Xingfan, who is a clever little, doesn't know what method to avoid verification, can still be online for eight hours.

Games can be used to relax your body and mind, but it should be stopped as soon as possible. It will be bad if you delay your study. In addition, you will be able to focus on the screen for a long time, which will harm your eyes and cervical spine.

Miaomiao implanted the program he just wrote into Xie Xingfan's mobile phone. From now on, he will play games for up to two hours. If the time exceeds the time, he will be forced to be offline. It is useless to restart. What awaits him will be crashing again and again.

Hehe, the path is one foot taller, the devil is one foot taller.

Xie Xingfan was really exhausted. He slept until the sun was west. He woke up in a daze. After drinking a cup of hot milk, he was taken home by his father.

When Miaomiao returned to the bedroom, she also held the cup and drank milk in one mouthful. The drizzle rose up and fell down. Looking out from the bay window, the distant mountains were covered by a layer of white mist, leaving only a hazy outline. The water of Xizi River was as deep as green silk, winding and softly surrounding the green mountains.

She sent Hoss WeChat: "What are you doing?"

hsy: "I'm thinking of you."

Well, Miaomiao's blood groove was instantly cleared, and the numb feeling from the inside out was awakened again. He sent another video invitation and she clicked in.

Hosyan's handsome face appeared on the screen, his peach blossom eyes were smiling, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised. He looked at the milk foam on her lips, his eyes became deeper and Miaomiao noticed it, and quickly stretched out his pink tongue and licked it in.

His Adam's apple then fell heavily.

The indescribable ambiguousness flows around them across more than 30 kilometers.

Miaomiao felt it was incredible. She had only been apart for a few hours, but she seemed to have not seen him for several months. When she saw him again, her longing grew like spring grass.

She went to touch his face: "I miss you too."

He laughed: "How much do you think?"

Miaomiao opened her hands and gestured: "There are probably so many."

Want to walk through the screen and hug you so much.

Hosyan understood, his eyebrows and eyes softened, and there was a thin slit between his index finger and thumb: "Then I probably have a little more than you."

That is the distance between not kissing.

He was saying that he wanted to kiss her.

Miaomiao leaned over and pouted her lips slightly: "Received?"

He: "Yeah."

"Wait for me to go back."

"good."

***

Miaomiao made rice insects at home for two days. On Sunday afternoon, An Rongzhen prepared a large bag of small bags for her, part of which was for Huo Siyan. Not only was the entire trunk full of car, but there was also a box of milk and a large bag of fruit in the back seat.

Every time I go back to the dormitory, it feels like I have to emptied my home.

An Rongzhen held the insulation box: "There is no salt on the chicken soup, wait until the dormitory, and then drink it after hot."

Miaomiao responded repeatedly.

It was the peak period for students to return to school. An Rongzhen was worried about traffic jams on the road, so she urged her to set off quickly.

As expected, it was blocked. Miaomiao returned to the industrial park. It was already dark and there were too many things. She called Huo Siyan and planned to ask him to come down to help. No one answered the phone when he dialed it out twice. Could it be that the phone was not around?

Miaomiao drove the car underground into the parking lot, and happened to meet Tong Fang who came out of the elevator. He was going to date Xiao Qiao. Seeing that she had so many things, she helped her get all of them up with grace. Before Miaomiao could thank him, he left again.

Miaomiao fell on the sofa so tired that she dinged on the desktop phone. It was a WeChat message sent by Long Yingying. It was a photo. She was wearing a hat and squatting on the ground. The background was a tree of fiery red maple leaves. She held two pieces in her hand and smiled faintly at the camera.

Miaomiao press Save.

After chatting for a while, Long Yingying suddenly said, "Meow, look at the circle of friends our dad just posted."

Miaomiao clicked on it and took a look.

At the top is the new update her father posted two minutes ago, a row of candles, and the back says: Lao Zhou, go all the way.

Miaomiao trembled and clicked on the link below. The page jumped to the official official account of Incheon Hospital. The obituary was displayed on it, and fragmented words kept popping into her eyes.

The patient's family member Ran Yutian was out of control... Fruit knife... Director Zhou Lixian... was seriously injured and died...

She stumbled to the next door and knocked on Hosyan's door, but no one responded.
Chapter completed!