After Zhou Zeyuan’s first birthday party, Zhou Qizhen and Lu Xiaoqiao turned their attention back to work.
The little guy also got into the habit of following his grandfather around to see the world every day.
In the small park by the lake or in the teahouse on the street, you can often see the figures of an old man and a young man.
Father Zhou liked his grandson very much. He would push him forward whenever he met someone, and then start to show off and praise him wantonly, with pride overflowing from his face.
Although Zhou Zeyuan is only a little over one year old, his eyes reveal a cleverness beyond his age.
The little boy's chubby little hand was held tightly by his grandfather, and he followed his grandfather wherever he went.
Every once in a while, a group of retired directors would get together, and every time at this time, Zhou Zeyuan would be brought along by his father.
The little guy was not shy. He sat on the child chair next to his grandfather, his eyes rolling around, and listened carefully to the grandparents' conversation, as if he could understand it.
Everyone in the circle knows that when other children could not even speak a complete sentence, Zhou Zeyuan, the eldest grandson of the Zhou family, could recite Tang poetry!
Whenever Zhou Qizhen meets people in the circle, he will be looked at with envy, especially by Sun Che, the son of Grandpa Sun.
"Qi Zheng, I heard that your son can now recite Tang poetry!" Sun Che was very envious of Zhou Qi Zheng's good fortune.
His wife is young and beautiful, and he likes her. Just after they got married, she gave birth to a son, who is such a smart son.
Sun Che felt jealous. Not to mention that he was jealous, there was no one in the entire city of Hangzhou who didn't envy Zhou Qi Zheng.
Zhou Qizheng frowned slightly when he heard this, but his eyebrows suddenly raised with a look of surprise.
He had heard the same words of praise over and over again in the past few days. It seemed that it was done by his father, Zhou, who loved to show off his grandson.
Zhou Qizhen couldn't help but rub his forehead, feeling a bit headache. He wondered when his father would be able to change his habit of showing off. It seemed that he really had to have a good talk with his father when he returned home tonight.
"My dad said that. Don't listen to him. It's not that exaggerated. The kid was just playing with him."
Sun Che couldn't stand his humble look and became even more jealous.
"My dad told me that last time they had a party, Uncle Zhou brought your son along! The kid recited Tang poems to the grandpas at the party. I heard he recited quite a few, which made my dad very jealous."
After returning home, even my grandchildren are not attractive to me anymore!
I just say that Zhou's father is so lucky. Last year, he could only watch me holding my grandson with envy, but this year I have my own grandson to hold!
Although Zhou Qizhen didn't approve of his father always taking Zhou Zeyuan out to "show off" and "show off", he couldn't help but feel happy when he heard others praising his son like that.
…
Get off work in the evening.
Return to the Zhou family’s old house.
Seeing that her son was not downstairs, Zhao Yaqin said that his grandfather and his wife were in the study.
Zhou Qi was running straight to the study. As soon as he opened the door, he saw his son sitting in his father's arms, carefully reciting new words with his grandfather.
"Ze Ze!" Zhou Qi was calling his son.
Zhou Zeyuan looked up and saw that it was his father, and shouted happily: "Dad!"
Zhou Qizheng took his son from his father's arms and said, "Dad, I'll take him downstairs to play for a while."
The father and son came to the lawn in the yard to play football. Zhou Zeyuan had just kicked it once when his father pulled him into his arms again.
Zhou Qizheng looked at his son with a smile: "Dad, I heard that Zeze can recite Tang poetry? Can you recite one for dad?"
Zhou Zeyuan looked at his father's expectant eyes and recited two poems in one breath to give him face.
Zhou Qi was listening to his son's baby voice and gave him a kiss on the cheek: "My son is awesome!"
At this moment, I completely forgot that I would talk to Zhou's father about this matter!
When Li Yuxuan and Lin Lin came back, they saw this scene: "Hey! Mr. Zhou is playing parent-child interaction with my little brother!"
Zhou Qizheng raised his eyes and looked at Li Yuxuan, his expression seemed a little unhappy: "Why are you here again? If you two don't have a house, I will give you one."
Li Yuxuan shrugged: "Do you think I want to go back? My wife said she missed your wife! That's why we came back."
Lin Lin ignored what they said and walked straight towards Zhou Zeyuan, opening her arms: "Zeze! Do you miss me? I'm here to buy you something delicious today!"
After saying that, she hugged Zeze into her arms and took out a lollipop from her bag and gave it to him.
Zhou Qizheng frowned: "We'll have dinner later, don't give him too many sweets."
Lin Lin said "Oh" and left holding Ze Ze.
…
Lu Xiaoqiao didn't get back from get off work until dinner time.
Zhou Qizhen felt a little helpless because his wife was now busier than him.
After dinner, Lu Xiaoqiao was called away by Lin Lin again. The two of them were chirping for no apparent reason the whole night and did not return to their room until almost ten o'clock in the evening.
After washing up, Zhou Qi was holding Lu Xiaoqiao in his arms, satisfied that now the time finally belonged to him.
The two were kissing passionately when they were interrupted by a knock on the door. It turned out that Zhou Zeyuan couldn't sleep and was crying for his mother.
Zhou Qizheng wanted to die: "Wife, let's move back to our own home!"
Lu Xiaoqiao said with a smile: "What about Zeze? Dad will definitely not agree."
"I mean, only the two of us moved back, and our son stayed here."
Lu Xiaoqiao looked at Zhou Qizheng who was serious and asked in shock: "Are you crazy? You don't want your son anymore?"
"Then you make up for me."
"How to make up for it?"
Zhou Qizheng thought for a moment and said, "Let's go back and stay for two days a week. We won't be able to do anything here."
Although the two already have a son, Lu Xiaoqiao still blushes at Zhou Qizhen's sudden sarcastic remarks.
"Why do you say everything? Do you have any shame?"
Zhou Qizheng said nonchalantly: "Can having a shame make me happy?"
Lu Xiaoqiao: "..."
…
At Zhou Qizhen's insistence, the two returned to Yujing No. 1 on Friday night, leaving their son behind who knew nothing about it.
As soon as they entered the room, Zhou Qizhen pressed Lu Xiaoqiao against the door panel and kissed her.
After a while, Zhou Qizhen couldn't wait to pick the person up and walked quickly into their bedroom.
From the time Lu Xiaoqiao became pregnant to the time she gave birth, the two of them lived in the old house.
The tacit understanding and small suggestions that had been established before were all terminated due to Lu Xiaoqiao's shyness. Today, she finally had no reason to reject herself!
Clothes were taken off one by one, and at the most critical moment, Zhou Qi was reaching out to open the drawer of the bedside cabinet...
Zhou Qizheng:?
Why is it empty? Where are the things?
Zhou Qizheng looked down at his wife in his arms: "Why are there no more? I remember there were still a lot. Did you put them away?"
Lu Xiaoqiao shook her head shyly: "I know she never came back after she got pregnant! It's in there, look for it carefully."
Zhou Qizheng was a little confused: "Really not."
The whole drawer was pulled out!
I went to check the drawer of Lu Xiaoqiao's bedside table, and it was also empty.
Shit! Who is messing with him?
Lu Xiaoqiao glanced at him and whispered, "Why don't you go buy it?"
Zhou Qizheng's face darkened: "Now?"
Lu Xiaoqiao nodded.
Zhou Qizhen sneered: "I think you want me to die."
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