When Yingying came out again, she saw the man on the sofa sitting there with a gloomy look on his face, as if someone owed him eight million.
"What's wrong now?"
Upon hearing the voice, Commander Gao's face regained some composure: "I'm thinking about some things."
"You're already off duty and you're still thinking about things in your unit? Commander Gao, I feel like you think about things more than the president does."
"Everyone has their own job, and none of them have an easy time."
That's the truth. The president is very busy, and he can barely spend any time at home with his children in a year.
After Ye Wanying sat down, the little one on the sofa next to her came over and asked curiously, "Mommy, what is it?"
"It's a very valuable treasure."
Forehead?
The little one frowned, tilted his head, and asked again, "Is it very valuable? Mommy, dumplings are treasures too, so which is more expensive, the dumpling or the treasure?"
puff....
Son, how can you be so adorable?
Although famous paintings are valuable, they are still inanimate objects. How can they compare to one's own son?
The value of a biological son is immeasurable.
It really is just a little baby...
However, teasing the little guy is still an option: "Hmm, if we're talking about which is more expensive, you still can't afford this treasure even if you sell it."
Hearing this, the little boy's face immediately fell, utterly dejected: "How could that be? Dumplings are clearly more expensive!"
"No, no, no, you're cheaper."
The little guy puffed up his cheeks and said, "Dumplings aren't cheap at all."
Ye Wanying's stomach ached from trying so hard to hold back her laughter: "Alright, alright, then tell me, what makes you so valuable?"
Upon hearing this, the little one actually thought about it seriously for a long time, then suddenly looked up and said, "Tuanzi can earn money, and when I grow up I can earn lots and lots of money, and then I'll give it all to Mom." As he spoke, he seemed to remember something:
"Mom, wait a minute."
Then the little dumpling rolled into its room.
In the living room, Ye Wanying really hadn't guessed what her son was thinking this time, and couldn't help but ask the man beside her, "Tell me, where did your son go?"
The man's eyes flickered: "Didn't you see that stupid son of yours secretly counting money in his room?"
"Have you seen it?"
"That's right."
Um... Sakura said that she really hadn't seen it before.
The little guy came out carrying a tin box of candy, holding it tightly in both hands as if afraid someone would snatch it away.
This box must contain the little man's secret stash of money, right?
Little did Tuanzi know what his mother was thinking at that moment. After wiggling his bottom onto the sofa, he opened the tin box like he was showing off a treasure: "Mom, look."
It really was a secret stash of money, ranging from one cent to fifty cents.
"Wow, son, how did you get so much money?"
You know, neither he nor his father usually gave the child any money. So when the child suddenly pulled out a box of money, how could they not be surprised?
The little boy chuckled, then, with an exceptionally good memory, began to explain to his parents, "This was given to me by my second uncle." Two fifty-yuan bills were neatly placed aside.
"This was given by Grandpa Chief, Grandpa Acting, and Grandma Bao." A generous gift, two hundred each.
"Oh right, this... seems to have been given by Aunt Leng Leng and Uncle Bad." Uncle Bad is undoubtedly Ye Yue Rui. It's just unexpected that this uncle would secretly give his little nephew pocket money, fifty yuan.
These two clearly can't stand each other and they argue every time they meet.
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