"Huang Caihong," Zhou Beiming held the president's face, and his voice was so loud that he frightened himself, "There is something very important that I have wanted to tell you for a long time, and I have never had a chance."

Huang Caihong looked at Zhou Beiming innocently with her eyes.

She didn't know that under the nourishment of Chun Xiaoai, her condition was getting better and better. Her skin was no longer grayish-white, but became moist and elastic; her hair became oily and shiny, fluffy and soft after washing, and her broken hair that could not be combed was a little flirty with small furry curls, which was a bit seductive; because the housework was lighter, she was not so hardworking and her figure became straight.

If Huang Caihong first met Huang Caihong, she would be like an older sister in her early thirties; three months later, Huang Caihong would become an older girl in her 28 or 29 years old.

Zhou Beiming glanced at the furry little curly beside her face, and finally forced himself to look away, and his voice became low and solemn: "Don't give Chunxiao's clothes to Awen!"

Huang Caihong quickly lowered her head. She didn't want to give it to Awen, either. It was Awen who discovered that she had put it on her body. She was just embarrassed to ask Awen to take it off.

Awen said that she never brings luggage at home, and the employer will help her prepare several sets from inside to outside. She is easy to talk to and doesn't always ask for new things, so she can just use maternity outfits to make do with her.

Huang Caihong secretly hid a set of clothes that Chunxiao wore relatively frequently and stuffed them into her suitcase. She was just thinking about Xiao Ming when she grew up.

Seeing Huang Caihong bowing her head and saying nothing, Zhou Beiming began to reflect: "Oh, you probably can't tell Awen. Then I'll tell her."

Huang Caihong's head lowered even lower. She felt a little guilty. She shouldn't feel sorry for money, and shouldn't always think about doing everything she can. She felt so guilty that tears were about to come out.

"That," Zhou Beiming glanced at his furry head and thought to himself, it was too quiet today. I wonder if he was bullied by Awen. Uh, he would still not ask? Forget it, let's ask Xiao Ming about it, "How is Xiao Ming's jaundice?"

Huang Caihong suddenly raised her head, her eyes were filled with a eager light, and her whole face became energetic: "It hasn't completely disappeared yet. But Awen said that as long as it is improving, each child's physique is different, and the time for it to fade is also different. Some children will take about 20 days. Our Xiao Ming is good at it, but it is no longer so yellow."

Zhou Beiming nodded: "Xiao Ming is sleeping?"

"Yes. Children during confinement spend most of their time sleeping. Xiao Ming is really good and sleeps for 20 hours a day. Awen said that children who can sleep will be particularly smart because sleep can develop their brains. I am so happy for Xiao Ming! Oh, by the way, where did you buy milk powder? I didn't find the same brand in the supermarket. Awen said that it's best not to change it."

Zhou Beiming walked steadily in the noise like Huang Caihong. He pointed to the bedroom where Chunxiao was sleeping in Huang Caihong: "Xiao Ming sleeps here?"

"right."

"Is it convenient for me to get in?"

"Of course it's convenient. Isn't this your home?"

Your home...

Zhou Beiming's energy sinks into his dantian and tells himself not to be excited. He can regard this as "Isn't this the house you rented?"

After entering Huang Caihong's bedroom, he saw Xiao Ming's crib, which was on the side of the bed near the door. Zhou Beiming looked over and saw an ugly baby with a red complexion wrapped in a pink quilt with polka dots, sleeping soundly.

Xiao Ming is actually a beautiful child among the baby boys, but how beautiful can the children during the confinement period be? Perhaps only Huang Caihong can see the bright stars from his face.

The bedroom curtains were lifted up, and a lot of white sunlight came in, which was gentle and bright. There was a faint fragrance of mint in the bedroom, which made people feel refreshed. Zhou Beiming accidentally caught a glimpse of the bedding on the big bed, and all kinds of things were covered in sight.

After staring at the sleeping clown man for a minute, Zhou Beiming left silently. He remembered that Chun Xiao insisted on sticking to someone else. He stood not far away and knew that it was for him to see. He felt that Chun Xiao was always childish, so he was not particularly surprised by her actions.

But the boy looked frightened, as if he was a monster that ate a living person. He just smiled indifferently.

Now that I remember that boy, I can't remember his facial features, but I only remember his terror.

Zhou Beiming, who retreated to the living room, felt a little sad. Those pasts that could not be returned to!

Just as I didn't know what to say, a rapid knock on the door sounded outside the door.

"Oh, it must be Awen who is back from buying groceries."

Zhou Beiming was anxious: "I've seen Xiao Ming, I'll leave first." He was allergic to Awen.

"Don't! Let's leave after dinner." Huang Caihong was a little anxious. If Zhou Beiming left, Awen might have to say something stupid again.

While speaking, Awen had already opened the door.

"Ah! Mr. Zhou!" Awen looked surprised and put the vegetables he bought on the ground, then rushed to Zhou Beiming. Zhou Beiming was so scared that he took several steps back.

"I think you're going to come four or five days later." Awen's eyebrows flew around and greeted Zhou Beiming.

It’s really a pot that doesn’t open to pick up!

Zhou Beiming forced himself to calm down: "I have something to do, so let's go first."

He originally wanted to stay for lunch, but he couldn't resist Awen's enthusiasm and had to escape.

After Zhou Beiming left, Awen had to catch Huang Caihong and ask questions again. Huang Caihong felt miserable. Now, there was only one person in her mind. This person was enough to fill her heart, and she had no other requests. This person was Xiao Ming!

On the third day after that, the door rang again.

It happened that this time, Awen neither went out to buy vegetables nor went to the bathroom. She ran very fast and said while running: "I'm here! I'm here!"

Looking at her visit to her home in West Bank for more than half a month, the only visitor is Mr. Zhou. Although there is a person named "Chen Lijuan" who is familiar with the name, "Chen Lijuan" only exists on the phone.

Awen was willing to show his attention, but Huang Caihong had no reason to stop her. Her jaundice faded, her skin was white and red, and she was much more beautiful all of a sudden.

Awen smiled and opened the door, and unexpectedly found an old lady standing outside the door. The old lady dressed quite low-key, unable to hide her arrogance. The jewelry almost blinded Awen when she raised her hand. The old lady didn't look at Awen directly. When she saw the door open, she pushed the door in and walked in.

"You, who are you?" Awen was displeased.

Huang Caihong walked out of the bedroom when she heard the sound.

"I said you don't rely on your seniority!" Awen chased after the old lady.

Huang Caihong tilted her head. The old lady had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and seemed to have seen it somewhere.

"Stop it!" Awen caught up with the old lady and grabbed the old lady's arm.

The old lady swept Awen, and Awen was so scared that she let go.
Chapter completed!