MTL - The Luck Child is Fascinated By Me-Chapter 21

"Don't sleep with me in the future."

"No more kisses."

Xinghe looked aggrieved and turned his head away.

"don't want."

He puppy is fooled every time.

"I'll never draw wrong again, really."

The puppy looked at the galaxy sadly.

"Really?"

He Zhijun is a big idiot.

Fu Xinghe is a little villain.

"Then forgive you."

"If you make a mistake next time, you'll have to learn from Dad He and apologize."

Xinghe has long been curious about whether He Zhijun can be a one-word horse.

Big fools and little baddies.

match made in heaven.

"I will never hide from you again."

He Zhijun held Xinghe's hand tightly.

"And lock you out."

"it's all my fault."

It was because of this that it ran over.

Xinghe touched He Puppy's cheek.

"You have to tell me anything in the future."

"Do you feel better?"

I was frightened by the "Xinghe Angry" that my brain made up.

He Zhijun's worries and helplessness had long since disappeared.

"I'm not afraid of outsiders criticizing and slandering me."

He laughed silly.

"I'm just afraid that if I can't earn money, I can't support you."

He Zhijun released the clasped hands of the two and spread it out in front of Xinghe.

"If I can't write the music, I can hurt my hand."

"I have a lot of insurance on my hands."

"very expensive."

"I do the math, I can get a lot of money."

"We can still live on."

"It's not as good as it used to be, but it's still pretty good."

He Zhijun smiled and his eyes were red.

"Don't leave me, okay?"

How stupid.

It's exactly the same as what Mother He said.

"Although we know you are a little stupid."

"If you really want to like someone, you will put your needs above everything else."

"If your hand is broken, who will bring me tea and water?"

Xinghe also couldn't help his red eyes.

"If you can't write it, don't write it."

"I have money, you can eat less."

"I eat very little."

He Zhijun responded quickly.

"That's fine. It's not every day sea cucumber and lobster. Today's Sydney is tomorrow's Maldives."

"I can support you."

"Come on, take the dessert you brought for Mom."

"Go home."

When Xinghe opened the door, he met Dad He's tearful eyes.

"Son! Daughter-in-law! You are back!"

"Quick! Quickly tell my wife."

"I really can't do it!"

Helping up the trembling Dad He, Xinghe decided.

Don't let He Zhijun split.

All forced a man to say he can't do it.

Or change the method.

In fact, He Puppy's tearful appearance on the bed is also very cute.

"came back?"

Mother He brought the food.

"Have you washed your hands? It's time to pack up and eat."

"His dad got sugar and salt mixed up and wanted to make a sweet soup."

"Added shrimp skin and seaweed, seaweed egg drop soup."

"Try to see if you can be rescued."

He Zhijun gave Xinghe a bowl.

"It happened that I brought back dessert for Mom."

Xinghe took a sip.

"pretty good."

Although the taste is still very strange, let's take pity on Papa He.

"Are you reconciled?"

Mother He asked cautiously.

"reconciled."

He Zhijun was still stupid.

"I drew a picture for Xinghe."

"The painting is very good, and he forgives me."

He handed the drawing paper over.

Father He and Mother He got together and opened the paper.

"Well, this composition is still good."

Dad He nodded happily.

"Not bad! As expected of my son!"

"This color combination is very abstract!"

"Very artistic!"

Dad He looked at Mom He doggedly.

"Damn it, look, it must have inherited your talent."

Mother He raised her head proudly.

"of course!"

She asked He Zhijun.

"However, daughter-in-law, what are you painting?"

Hold down the restless He Zhijun.

Xinghe walked over with a smile.

"Dad, Mom, take it upside down."

Adjusting the direction, Xinghe pointed to the mass in the center of the painting.

"This purple one is my lips."

"As for this green one."

Xinghe touched his little chirp.

"It should be He Zhijun who reminded me politely."

"I'm green."

There was silence.

"Ahahaha, I'm going to clean up your room for you."

Mother He twisted Dad He's ears.

"follow me!"

After walking far, there was a faint voice.

"Anyone! Whoever you say he is!"

"It's up to you! How can this be up to me!"

"Wife! I was wrong! Wife!"

"Take it easy! Wife!"

He Zhijun was still peeling shrimp foolishly.

"Xinghe, eat shrimp."

He looked puzzled.

"Why are you gone? Are you full?"

"Come on, what do you want to eat, I'll take it for you."

Silly goose.

"Then take a broccoli."

"It's also green."

Smile but not laugh.

Xinghe decided for a while, carefully and seriously.

Give He Zhijun some popular science.

The story of the old man next door.

The author has something to say: the insurance part of the writer is quite uncomfortable.

In our life, if we are fortunate enough to meet a lover who treats each other sincerely, we will always hold each other's hands and keep walking.

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