"Eight minutes left."
After saying that, the father strode away, leaving the little guy still struggling to put on his woolen pants in various positions on the bed.
living room.
I've finally finished revising the design drawings, and now I can directly find a garment factory to process them.
After maintaining the same posture for several hours, my neck and arms were almost stiff. I closed my eyes and tapped and rubbed them... but soon, my eyes snapped open:
"Huh, you're awake?"
"Yeah, I have to go to work in a bit."
That's true, it's only a half-day holiday.
"I just made some kumquat lemon tea to help fight off a cold. Have some before you go out." In the dead of winter, when you're already feeling lethargic, a little sweet and sour tea will perk you up.
The man didn't respond immediately, but instead reached out and started massaging his wife's shoulder.
"Are you feeling unwell?" A deep voice sounded in my ear.
"It's alright, but it's a bit sour. Squeeze it a little to the left."
Men are stronger than women, and when they pinch you, you feel a shiver run through your whole body, a kind of... particularly sour and comfortable feeling, and your scalp even tingles.
"Yes, yes, that's it, keep going!"
Finally, in the last half minute of the ten-minute time limit, the little one finally finished dressing and came out all puffy: "Daddy, all done."
Tuanzi had already questioned whether she was her biological child several times. What parents would be so at ease letting a two-year-old dress herself?
Still winter clothes!
Only Tuanzi is naturally intelligent and has a good memory; she had already memorized the steps her mother took to dress her after watching her.
"What are you planning to do?" Yingying asked, comfortably nestled in her man's arms on the sofa.
The little boy ran over quickly and instinctively pounced on her. Ye Wanying immediately reached out and caught her precious son.
"Mom, Dad is taking Tuanzi to learn from a master!" The little girl looked so proud, as if she was going to learn from the leader of the martial arts world.
Ye Wanying remembered that this matter was ultimately due to her own fault, but it was good for the little guy to learn more skills, so she naturally wouldn't dampen her son's enthusiasm.
"come on."
"Okay, keep it up."
The mother and son encouraged each other as the man stood up and said, "It's almost time, I'm leaving now."
"Huh? You're not drinking tea anymore?"
The man's gaze fell on the thermos on the cabinet: "I'll take it with me."
.........
Five minutes later, the father and son went out.
Tuanzi trotted after her father, clutching a thermos cup wider than her face: "Daddy, wait for Tuanzi!"
"hurry up."
His tone was full of impatience, but he slowed his pace considerably, a classic case of saying one thing and doing another.
Finally, when they arrived at the logistics team, from a distance, Tuanzi saw her uncle herding a flock of ducks, holding a long branch in his hand and shouting.
This young master of the Gu family is someone that no one in Beijing's social circles has ever seen before; otherwise, they would be absolutely astonished.
Gao Dan's arrival was quickly noticed: "Greetings, Commander!"
Where is your old squad leader?
Just then, a figure emerged from behind the old, rusty iron gate. He was a fourth-level sergeant, about thirty or forty years old, with an eye patch over one eye.
That was when I was on a mission on the border. I was hit by a landmine. My eyeballs popped out. Luckily, I survived. After that, I retired from the front-line troops and joined what was then an elite regiment, now an elite division. I've been working in the logistics platoon for several years.
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