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Zhong Qiao thought, is this a compliment?

【Calculate. 】

Hearing the system's affirmative answer, Zhong Qiao suddenly felt that the future was promising.

It seems that daily tasks are not difficult.

Fu Yanchen glanced at Zhong Qiao with a scrutinizing look.

Was it a hallucination just now? Or is Zhong Qiao trying another way to mock him?

He went to practice other equipment with a cold face.

[Host, when you compliment a man and he shows this look, it often means that you are not attractive. 】The system is setting fire to the side.

Zhongqiao shrugged, it didn't matter, as long as the task was completed.

She was feeling awkward here. She also wanted to find some equipment to exercise, but unfortunately, as a newbie in exercise, she only knew treadmills.

Fu Jiawen eagerly wanted to go up, but was stopped by Zhong Qiao.

"I don't want it! I also want to exercise!" Fu Jiawen pouted, showing his dissatisfaction. He also wanted to become as tall and powerful as his father.

Fu Yanchen glanced over here, knowing that his son's attitude was like "If you don't give it to me, I'll make trouble."

He immediately scolded, "Fu Jiawen, this is not for you to play with." He

was already unhappy and was beaten by his father. Fu Jiawen's temper got worse and he became very stubborn. "I won't!"

He was cleaning the area . Aunt Song, who was hygienic, was shocked when she heard the noise. It was over.

The little bully's temper is getting worse, and no one can control it. Although Mr. Xiang is serious now, he can't hold on for long.

Although Jiawen is noisy, he is actually very delicate at heart. In order not to create a barrier between father and son, his husband is often the one who gives in.

Seeing that the two people were getting more and more arrogant, Zhong Qiao sighed helplessly, what a big deal, it's not that big of a deal.

She got off the treadmill and squatted down gently, trying to ensure that the two of them were looking at each other when communicating, "Zai Zai, you are still young and will get injured. When you grow up, let dad take you to practice, okay?" ?"

Fu Jiawen blinked, was his mother calling him Zaizai just now?

I really like this title.

"That's good." He pursed his lips and smiled shyly, completely unable to see the tense situation just now.

When she heard that there was no movement inside, Aunt Song was anxious and panicked. For fear of something happening, she pretended to be passing by the glass door in front of the gym. When she saw what was going on inside, she smiled warmly.

Sure enough, children behave a little differently in front of their mothers.

If my wife could spend more time with Jiawen at home, things would definitely be different.

Fu Yanchen saw the way Zhong Qiao handled it just now, and couldn't help but think about whether there was something wrong with his past attitude towards his son.

Why is his son so stubborn in front of him?

Thinking of this, while continuing to exercise, his attention was involuntarily divided between Zhong Qiao and Fu Jiawen, who was doing baby exercises.

He saw Zhong Qiao running for a while and then rested. His son went to get a bottle of water for her in a gentlemanly manner, and whispered in her ear, "Mom, drink quickly, there is only one bottle of mineral water at home."

It was said to be quiet, but the sound was not too quiet. At least the three people in the room could hear it.

Zhong Qiao couldn't help but laugh, and glanced at Fu Yanchen subconsciously. After noticing that he was also looking here, she smiled apologetically and successfully.

Your son gave it to me on his own initiative, eh~

Fu Yanchen: "..."

Childish.

He looked away and prepared to do two sets of weighted squats.

Zhong Qiao's sensitivity increased and he realized that this was a good entry point, but he still felt that saying "do you want to hold me and do squats" was a bit too hard to say.

She bit her lip embarrassedly.

Fu Jiawen looked like his mother, watching his father's movements with concentration.

Not only that, but he also acted as a boaster, "Wow! Dad is so awesome! He can even squat while lifting such a heavy thing."

Zhong Qiao felt that an opportunity had come.

She cleared her throat and said, "What's the matter? Dad can do squats while holding me."

?

Fu Yanchen felt that he had been hearing hallucinations all day long, and was even considering getting an otologist.

At this time, Zhong Qiao was very grateful for the thick skin she had developed in her previous life. She continued with a normal expression, "If you don't believe me, let your father try it."

Fu Yanchen's breathing slowed down.

[Host, he seems to want to reject you. 】

The system said watching the excitement.

You don't need to remind me, I can see it, thank you!

This is a bit presumptuous, but it will determine whether her life can survive in this world.

Who made her unlucky and bound to an unscrupulous system?

[...] The system is speechless.

Fu Jiawen clapped his hands and applauded, "Okay!! Dad, please try to hug mom!"

Other children in the kindergarten said that their parents often stayed together. Fu Jiawen was envious but also confused, why did he have so few parents? Stay together.

He thought of the questions Aunt Song asked him during the day.

Is his father and mother about to separate? Is he about to have another mother?

Fu Jiawen wrinkled his nose and felt his eyes sore.

Fu Yanchen had a solemn face and went to wipe his sweat with a wet tissue. He caught Fu Jiawen looking like he was about to cry after clapping his hands excitedly. He was slightly at a loss.

He once found his son secretly hiding in bed and crying. The little boy looked at Huo Bo, but his heart was actually very delicate. As long as it related to Zhong Qiao, no matter how small things were, it could affect his emotions.

He sighed, he always owed his son.

Just now Zhong Qiao asked him to hold her and do squats. Although he was confused, he didn't mean to be unwilling.

He was just worried that he was sweating now and whether Zhong Qiao's mysophobia could accept it.

"How many?" he asked.

"Twenty, maybe." Zhong Qiao smiled in good faith.

Fu Yanchen went straight over to pick her up and did twenty squats without changing his expression.

Zhong Qiao has a small frame and is light in weight. This action is not too difficult, but the two of them are so close that there is always a faint fragrance filling the tip of his nose.

She was obviously sweating, but she smelled good.

Zhong Qiao held his neck, her eyes could not be avoided, she could only look at his face, she was very surprised at his physical strength, the arm holding her was very stable, and she never saw him breathing heavily during the whole journey.

"Dad is so awesome! I want to grow taller quickly so that I can hold my mother as easily as my father."

After it was over, a childish voice rang in his ears, and Zhong Qiao couldn't help but pinch his face. He laughed and said, "When you grow up, you won't be hugging your mother anymore."

"Why?" Fu Jiawen tilted his head, as if he were a curious baby.

Because you will hug your girlfriend or wife in the future.

Looking at the child's innocent face, Zhong Qiao had no experience in raising children and wondered if it was too early to popularize this knowledge, so he had an idea and said, "Well... Dad should know, you go ask Dad."

Fu Yanchen saw through it at a glance, glanced at her and said, "You can also hug mom, but you have to wait until you grow up and get stronger, so that you can hug mom."

[Hahahaha Online Performance One Your message has been sent but was The other party refuses to accept it, host, he is saying in disguise that you are very heavy. ]

Zhong Qiao couldn't help but glare at him, but because he wasn't really angry, his expression looked very coquettish.

Fu Yanchen laughed softly by pulling on his wrist gloves.

After the exercise, Zhong Qiao went back to his room to think about where to start the next task, and happened to see a charity advertisement for a homeless home.

She patted her thigh, yes! Why don't donations count?

She had participated in a similar project in her previous life and knew how the process went.

After checking the qualifications and safety, she immediately added the staff's contact information. The other party was very efficient, the online procedures were quickly completed, and a sum of two hundred thousand was withdrawn from her account.

Today's task is completed, and Zhong Qiao can sleep peacefully.

I had been lying on the bed for less than five minutes when a small head poked out from the crack of the door with a slight sound of opening the door.

"Mom, I can't sleep."

Zhong Qiao was slightly surprised. His first reaction was, "Do you want me to tell you a story?"

"Mom, do you have time tonight?"

Fu Jiawen was actually a little nervous. He had asked his mother before, Can you tell him a bedtime story?

He remembered that when he first asked, his mother readily agreed, but was quickly called away by a phone call after arriving in his room.

Later, when his mother got home, she was a little absent-minded. He asked again if she could tell him a bedtime story, and her mother would say that she had something to deal with, and then promised to tell him the story next time.

But he waited for a long time, but his mother didn't come home. He asked his father, and his father said that his mother was an actor and had to travel a lot. She was busy at work, so she didn't have time to accompany him.

Fu Jiawen's eyes were bright, and he took out the storybook from his back, "Okay! Mom will tell me about the lost little tiger today."

He excitedly jumped on the bed and lay next to his mother, "I'm ready, okay Let's start talking!"

Zhong Qiao looked down at the little head next to him and couldn't help but laugh, and his voice became softer and softer.

After a while, she looked down and found that the little guy's eyes were wide open. It was impossible for him to sleep.

"Don't open your eyes!"

"Okay~" Fu Jiawen covered his eyes with his hands.

After telling about two stories, the breathing next to me became steady and long, and then I closed the storybook.

She helped Fu Jiawen tuck in the quilt, turned off the light, felt sleepy, and fell asleep quickly.

After a long time, Fu Jiawen's eyes quietly opened. He took advantage of the moonlight to look at his mother for a while, then leaned over and kissed his mother gently on the cheek.

"Mom, good night."

-The

next day, seven o'clock in the morning.

Fu Yanchen, who had just finished his morning run, received a call from Aunt Song and was anxious to go home.

"What's wrong?"

"At 9:30 last night, I went back to the room after putting him to sleep. When I woke up this morning, he suddenly disappeared." Aunt Song's lips trembled slightly. She originally thought that her husband had taken her out. When the husband said on the phone that he didn't have it, she was so scared that her feet were weak.

"Have you searched at home?" Fu Yanchen asked with a deep look. Security in the community was very tight and the door was closed at home. Logically speaking, there was no possibility of an accident.

"I've looked for it." Aunt Song nodded, then suddenly shook her head, "Except for the second bedroom where the wife sleeps."

Fu Yanchen was startled, and just said don't worry, and then walked to the second bedroom on the first floor.

Fu Jiawen had a biological clock and woke up slowly at this time. He rubbed his eyes and saw his father standing in front of the bed.

He immediately smiled and said, "Good morning, Dad."

Thinking of something, he shushed again and whispered, "Keep your voice down, mom is still sleeping."

The light from the living room came in, and Zhong Qiao was asleep. She was ripe, with waterfall-like hair hanging down on the bed sheets, and a few strands floating on her cheeks. Compared to her usual bright face, her face without makeup was a little more soft. She didn't know what she was dreaming about, and frowned.

Fu Yanchen picked up the thin quilt that had fallen to the bottom of the bed and covered her with it. Zhong Qiao happened to turn over, and the two were facing each other, breathing together.

There was that very light fragrance again, which he had never smelled on Zhong Qiao before these two days.

A bit like jasmine, with a hint of sweetness.

Fu Yanchen's Adam's apple rolled slightly, he took a step back, picked up Fu Jiawen and walked out.

When Fu Jiawen saw Aunt Song, he said hello heartlessly, "Aunt Song, good morning."

"Jiawen, you scared me to death." Aunt Song patted her chest in shock.

Fu Jiawen tilted his head in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Fu Yanchen put him on the sofa and wanted to scold him, but there was nothing wrong with a child running to sleep with his mother in the middle of the night.

Thinking of this, his eyebrows relaxed. Not only did he not feel angry, he was also a little happy to hear it, "It's okay, he went to see his wife last night."

Aunt Song was surprised for a moment, and then she also smiled happily.

It is natural for children to cling to their mothers, and it is a happy event that a wife is willing to spend time with her children.