I have decided on the new house. It will take a handover in the next month and I will not be able to move in. During this period, I will just let CuteCute live in the school dormitory. It’s okay.Yang Rou tried her best to establish her image. After all, she was a flash marriage, another second marriage, and she had no emotional foundation at all.
If Zhou Zhedong is unhappy, the only one who is driven away will be herself and CuteCute. In order to give CuteCute a good home, she is willing to suffer this grievance.
Zhou Zhedong thought deeply for a while: Why don’t you clean up the attic tonight and let Xiaobei live in the attic.
This... Yang Rou put down the chopsticks in her hand and glanced at Zhou Xiaobei.
Zhou Xiaobei ate the rice in the bowl and said vaguely: It's okay, I'll go to the attic to sleep.
After dinner, Zhou Zhedong and Zhou Xiaobei got busy. The father and son cleaned up the attic and cleaned Zhou Xiaobei's nest.
The bed sheets and quilt covers inside the house were replaced with new ones.
That...CuteCute, come and take a look, are you satisfied?Zhou Zhedong met Yang CuteCute for the first time, so he was naturally a little unfamiliar.
Yang CuteCute stretched his head and looked at his new room. The bed sheets and quilt covers were replaced with pink, and there was a pink doll at the head of the bed.
Yang CuteCute looked up at Zhou Zhedong, and a hint of warmth suddenly appeared in his heart. It turned out that he went in and out to buy something for himself.
Zhou Zhedong looked down at the little girl, and saw that she was not happy or sad on her face. He was a little surprised: The things were purchased in a hurry. Don’t think it’s simple. When the new house is handed over, I will find someone to decorate your room and make your room beautiful.
Yang CuteCute was very touched. She had never been loved by anyone except Yang Rou. She looked at Zhou Zhedong with agility: Thank you... Dad... Dad...
Zhou Zhedong was so happy when he heard Yang CuteCute call him father. Besides, he liked Yang CuteCute's well-behaved look. It seems that he still made a profit to have such a daughter.
However, Yang CuteCute doesn't think so. She calls Zhou Zhedong dad with a purpose.
She just wanted to practice more in advance so that she could not speak when she was fucked by Zhou Zhedong in bed.
Zhou Zhedong glanced at Zhou Xiaobei beside him and slapped him directly: Look at the CuteCute, look at you again, forget it if your mother doesn’t call you, even the aunt doesn’t call you!No politeness at all!
dad!I... Zhou Xiaobei touched the head that was hit. He didn't change his mouth so quickly like Yang CuteCute. He had to take his time and eat the meat slowly.
Dad, why are you... bleeding from your arms?Yang CuteCute felt a little distressed when he saw Zhou Zhedong's right arm bleeding. The blood flowed directly from the wound to his wrist.
Zhou Zhedong looked at his injury. Maybe he had just started to take action and pulled the wound apart.
It's okay, a minor injury.
Hearing their conversation, Yang Rou immediately took the medical box from the cabinet: Why are you injured?Is it serious to have so much blood flow?
Zhou Zhedong could not see the specific situation of the wound through his clothes, so he took off his clothes with one hand. The bronze skin color showed the smell of a man. His shoulders were wide and his body was strong. His body was as strong as a glance at the hard city wall. The raised muscles were hard and solid, like solid stones. Looking at his muscles full of strength, people couldn't help but swell.
Yang CuteCute stared at her little eyes so hard that she didn't want to move away. Her mind was wondering what it would be like to be fucked by such a man, and would she die in the bed?
If Zhou Zhedong is unhappy, the only one who is driven away will be herself and CuteCute. In order to give CuteCute a good home, she is willing to suffer this grievance.
Zhou Zhedong thought deeply for a while: Why don’t you clean up the attic tonight and let Xiaobei live in the attic.
This... Yang Rou put down the chopsticks in her hand and glanced at Zhou Xiaobei.
Zhou Xiaobei ate the rice in the bowl and said vaguely: It's okay, I'll go to the attic to sleep.
After dinner, Zhou Zhedong and Zhou Xiaobei got busy. The father and son cleaned up the attic and cleaned Zhou Xiaobei's nest.
The bed sheets and quilt covers inside the house were replaced with new ones.
That...CuteCute, come and take a look, are you satisfied?Zhou Zhedong met Yang CuteCute for the first time, so he was naturally a little unfamiliar.
Yang CuteCute stretched his head and looked at his new room. The bed sheets and quilt covers were replaced with pink, and there was a pink doll at the head of the bed.
Yang CuteCute looked up at Zhou Zhedong, and a hint of warmth suddenly appeared in his heart. It turned out that he went in and out to buy something for himself.
Zhou Zhedong looked down at the little girl, and saw that she was not happy or sad on her face. He was a little surprised: The things were purchased in a hurry. Don’t think it’s simple. When the new house is handed over, I will find someone to decorate your room and make your room beautiful.
Yang CuteCute was very touched. She had never been loved by anyone except Yang Rou. She looked at Zhou Zhedong with agility: Thank you... Dad... Dad...
Zhou Zhedong was so happy when he heard Yang CuteCute call him father. Besides, he liked Yang CuteCute's well-behaved look. It seems that he still made a profit to have such a daughter.
However, Yang CuteCute doesn't think so. She calls Zhou Zhedong dad with a purpose.
She just wanted to practice more in advance so that she could not speak when she was fucked by Zhou Zhedong in bed.
Zhou Zhedong glanced at Zhou Xiaobei beside him and slapped him directly: Look at the CuteCute, look at you again, forget it if your mother doesn’t call you, even the aunt doesn’t call you!No politeness at all!
dad!I... Zhou Xiaobei touched the head that was hit. He didn't change his mouth so quickly like Yang CuteCute. He had to take his time and eat the meat slowly.
Dad, why are you... bleeding from your arms?Yang CuteCute felt a little distressed when he saw Zhou Zhedong's right arm bleeding. The blood flowed directly from the wound to his wrist.
Zhou Zhedong looked at his injury. Maybe he had just started to take action and pulled the wound apart.
It's okay, a minor injury.
Hearing their conversation, Yang Rou immediately took the medical box from the cabinet: Why are you injured?Is it serious to have so much blood flow?
Zhou Zhedong could not see the specific situation of the wound through his clothes, so he took off his clothes with one hand. The bronze skin color showed the smell of a man. His shoulders were wide and his body was strong. His body was as strong as a glance at the hard city wall. The raised muscles were hard and solid, like solid stones. Looking at his muscles full of strength, people couldn't help but swell.
Yang CuteCute stared at her little eyes so hard that she didn't want to move away. Her mind was wondering what it would be like to be fucked by such a man, and would she die in the bed?