The security guard slapped his thigh in anger, but then he smiled.

He has never achieved anything in his life. Although he is a native of Jinghai City, he has no house or land.

Fortunately, he was lucky enough to marry a wife who didn't mind his poverty, and had a sensible child, who in turn found him a filial daughter-in-law.

There are three grandchildren in the family now. The eldest grandson Luo Fuyang is 24 years old, and the youngest grandson Luo Fuxu is 18 years old, the same age as Mian'ao.

There is also a second granddaughter, Luo Fuling, who is just in her early twenties.

Although the family was poor, they lived in harmony and had a good life.

The old woman was unlucky. She fell ill and died just when her child grew up.

The only thing he is worried about now is the marriage of his grandchildren.

The eldest brother is in his twenties and still single.

It’s not that we haven’t looked for one, it’s just that no one is interested in their conditions.

But the old man is open-minded. Everyone has their own destiny and he won't force it.

After leaving the security guard, Luo Fuxu ran home along the alley he was familiar with.

The heavy rain blurred the vision.

The early spring rain was still very cold. Luo Fuxu couldn't help but hug himself tightly, muttering to himself, "Run faster, run faster."

It was a flat road, but for some reason his feet gave way and he plunged headfirst into the waste pile next to him, making a loud noise.

But in a dead end nearby, the sound suddenly stopped.

"Boom..."

Thunder exploded overhead.

In the flash of lightning, Luo Fuxu looked up and met the two people in the dead end.

A man covered in blood looked at him in fear and hope, as if begging.

A man was hidden under a black robe, and he could only see a pair of deep and cold eyes.

Lightning and thunder are fleeting.

Luo Fuxu froze in place, unable to move.

…

The next day, the sky cleared up.

Cotton-padded jacket happily got up and ate delicious food.

Auntie made many different kinds of dishes.

Knowing that Cotton-padded Jacket was greedy and had a big appetite, I really tried my best to please him.

She is no longer as afraid of Cotton-padded Jacket as before. When she sees Cotton-padded Jacket, she will greet him with a smile, ask him what he wants to eat, and care about his health and mood.

I still like this aunt who can cook delicious food.

However, today, my aunt seemed obviously absent-minded.

Because Xu Jingyi found her yesterday and asked her to help get some hair and blood from the cotton jacket.

It is said that there is some very advanced technology abroad that can use this to determine whether a person is your biological child.

My aunt thought it was amazing.

I also feel sorry for the simple-minded cotton jacket.

To this day, her family still doesn't believe that she is their biological daughter.

Mian'ao almost has the best features of Mian Shengao and Xu Jingyi. She is very well-behaved and cute, and you can tell at a glance that she looks 70% like the couple.

Moreover, the public security has confirmed it, so there is no doubt about it.

Pianmian's family didn't believe it.

Auntie doesn't understand why they are so stubborn and unwilling to believe it.

Maybe it’s not that I don’t believe it, but I just simply don’t like it.

No matter what the aunt thinks, it is the master's business after all, and she has no right to express her opinion.

She got paid, so she still had to do this job.

It’s just that hair is easy to get, she can use the excuse of cleaning the house to look for it on the bed.

But blood is not easy to get. She can't say that your biological parents want to use your blood to test their relationship, right?

It's even worse to use force, she can't win.

Auntie was anxious.

Others might ask the aunt if she has encountered any difficulties.

But Mian'ao couldn't understand other people's expressions and was heartless. After eating happily, he was about to go out.

This weekend, she made an appointment with her friend Si Youyou to go buy a doll.

Mian'ao used a doll to practice his hair skills, but he didn't learn the skills. However, he did pull out a lot of the doll's fake hair.

All the dolls in the house were bald, and the doll that Si Ming gave to Si Youyou as compensation for her cotton jacket was also bald.

Fortunately, Si Youyou is a generous girl and was not angry.

He became more and more courageous and determined to teach the cotton-padded jacket.

Cotton-padded jacket also became competitive.

Sima Ming was confused about this.

He couldn't understand why a cotton-padded jacket could play with a six-year-old kid.

There is even a feeling of mutual appreciation and regret that we met too late.

But after all, she is my girl. If she likes it, let her play with it. It’s not like I can’t afford it.

It would be best if I could get close to Si Youyou and regain my interest in school.

Ever since Mian'ao said she didn't want to go to school, she wouldn't change her mind no matter what Siming said.

Sima Ming was really anxious.

Fight, well, maybe I can’t win.

She couldn't understand the scolding at all.

Mian'ao had no idea of Siming's anxiety. He just waved his paw at the aunt and went out.

The aunt hesitated, and even after everyone disappeared, she was unable to speak.

He sighed and silently cleared the dishes away.

Mian'ao walked to the gate of the community and habitually glanced at the guard booth.

The security guard was not there, and the person on duty inside was a middle-aged man whom I didn't recognize.

Cotton-padded jacket tilted its head without giving it much thought.

She and Si Youyou made an appointment to meet at the mall.

Si Youyou was picked up by Si Ming. After all, she was only a six-year-old girl, and no one would feel comfortable letting her go out alone.

Siming originally wanted to take Mian'ao with her, but was ruthlessly rejected by her. She was not a useless little baby.

Since having the little boy Si Youyou, Xiaoaozi has become more and more adult-conscious.

An adult and a child met at the door of a department store. They waved to each other in surprise.

"long……"

"Auntie..."

Sima Ming...

She just won't listen, she won't listen at all. The name "little aunt" is like welding a cotton-padded jacket on her head. Even her mature and steady nephew follows suit.

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