Such a smart and well-behaved child is hard not to like.

As for the one behind.

It's also hard not to like it.

Early the next morning, Gu Tingyuan got up first and went downstairs in high spirits to buy breakfast. He bought soy milk, steamed buns, porridge, steamed buns, etc., and carried them upstairs with a smile on his face.

"Yinyin, An'er, it's time to eat."

An'er cheered and sat down at the table. Gu Tingyuan handed him a big bun, he took it, lowered his head and ate it, eating deliciously.

Gu Tingyuan pushed the remaining two steamed buns to Shaoyin and ate the steamed buns by himself.

Steamed buns are a penny cheaper than steamed buns. He gives his wife and children steamed buns and eats steamed buns himself.

But this is also very good. He bought steamed buns with white flour, which he usually can't eat.

"Why are you so happy?" Shaoyin couldn't help but ask curiously when she saw him eating.

Hearing this, Gu Tingyuan raised his head and looked at her affectionately.

While An'er wasn't paying attention, she reached out and rubbed her wrist.

Shaoyin: "..."

Mom, it's numb.

"Be honest!" Shaoyin glared at him and lowered her head to eat the buns, "What are you happy about?"

Gu Tingyuan's mouth curled up and said, "It's nothing."

In fact, last night, his wife was considerate to him, hugged his son, and left more space for him. He felt the sweetness he had never seen before.

He always accommodated her, but now she began to feel sorry for him, such joy beyond words can describe.

He was eating steamed buns with white noodles and drinking soy milk, but he only felt that he was eating delicacies of mountains and seas, and drinking nectar milk and jade dew.

Heart bubbling sweet.

Chapter 142 Ex-wife 11 Dissatisfied.

After eating, Gu Tingyuan was studying in the inn, and Shaoyin led An'er out the door, planning to stroll around the bustling and bustling Fucheng.

Tea shops, cloth shops, jewelry shops, restaurants, restaurants, chess rooms, dim sum shops... all kinds of shops stand on both sides of the road, especially the tangy aroma from the restaurant, which is simply overbearing, and it is impossible to escape after a long journey. .

An'er was fascinated by the prosperity. She opened her big eyes, looked to the left, looked to the right, and often bumped into Shaoyin's legs while walking, and he didn't realize it.

Shaoyin didn't want her son to watch, she brought some money with her before going out, and bought An'er a candy man, a woodcarved car, a handful of nine chain rings, and a few snacks suitable for children.

She didn't buy anything herself, and she thought about how to make money.

Although Gu Tingyuan is very industrious and often uses it at home, it is far from enough for Shaoyin. Not to mention anything else, she doesn't want to do laundry by herself, nor to cook, nor to squeeze a bed with a big man or a child.

She wants to live in a large yard, with servants serving her. In summer, some people will cool her, and in winter, some people will burn Tang Pozi to warm her quilt. She came to do the task, not to make herself suffer.

"Bang!" Suddenly a man flew out in front and fell heavily to the ground, followed by a group of ferocious, scolding men, spat on him, and kicked him contemptuously, scolding: "If you don't have money, get out of here! "

Shaoyin immediately covered An'er's eyes, bent over and hugged him in her arms. He didn't walk away, but looked up.

I saw the man get up, flattering and flattering: "Third Master, let me play two more games, I'll get back to my book soon, when I get back to my book—"

"Go away!" Several men ignored him, turned around and entered the door.

The man wanted to follow, but was beaten out as soon as he entered the door. This time, he took a few feet on his leg, and he couldn't stand up in pain, dripping with cold sweat. After a while, he was finally able to stand up, but he didn't dare to break in any more, and limped away.

Only then did Shaoyin let go of An'er, stand up straight, and lead her son through the door of Xinglong Casino without looking sideways.

She thought she had found a way to make money.

The sun rose into the sky, and Shao Yin returned to the inn with a wonton. She and her son were full, and this portion was brought to Gu Tingyuan.

"Thank you madam." Gu Tingyuan put away the book, held the wonton in his hand, looked up at her, and the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed.

Shao Yin got goosebumps.

This man is very tired when he wakes up in the morning, and he doesn't know why.

"Dad, I'm listening to the play!" An'er hugged the small wooden cart, ran to Gu Tingyuan's side, climbed onto the stool, and chattered about what she saw in the morning.

He was small and tired after walking for a while, so Shaoyin took him to the teahouse to listen to his husband's storytelling. It was a story of a great general galloping on the battlefield and taking the enemy's head thousands of miles away. It was told with great enthusiasm. An'er didn't understand much, but the atmosphere infected him, and he was very excited along the way.

Gu Tingyuan is actually not interested in what his son has heard, but after all, this is his own son, so he has two minds and separates his mind from his son. From time to time, he will say "really", "really good", "um", "very powerful ', and most of his mind was on his wife.

His eyes are as gentle as Zhan Zhan lake water, warm and sparkling, and his deep affection is about to pour out like honey.

The phoenix eyes blinked lightly, obviously not doing anything, but it seemed to be carrying a small hook and hooked people on the ground.

Shaoyin thought he was crazy.

He got up and said, "I have something to do. I'll be back before dinner."

Gu Tingyuan was startled, leaned forward unconsciously, and subconsciously wanted to keep her. But the words came out: "Okay, then An'er and I will wait for you to come back."

The moment she turned to go out, the light in his eyes dimmed a little, and the little wontons in the bowl didn't feel fragrant anymore.

An'er didn't know her father's mood changes, she still talked about happy things with great interest, and gradually hooked Gu Tingyuan's mood again. After speeding up and eating the little wontons, he put his son on his lap and started talking to him: "Can you still memorize the poem I taught you yesterday?"

An'er was stuck, but it didn't take long before he remembered and slowly recited: "The city is full of beacon smoke..."

Gu Tingyuan hugged his son's soft body, listened to his tender but clear recitation of poems, and looked at his nose and mouth similar to his wife's, his heart was slightly relieved. Also reluctant to leave his son with his father.