Chapter 892: Little Calf Stuff
Fu Jingyou reacted quickly and quickly pulled Lu Miao's clothes up.
He took the small blanket from the head of the kang and wrapped her more tightly.
The couple looked towards the door together.
The youngest boy ran over here holding a small bowl.
He didn't hold the small bowl properly, and half of the scattered tomatoes in the bowl fell out.
The naughty boy stuck out his butt and staggered forward two steps to pick it up.
When he got closer, he stretched out his hands and wanted to grab his mother.
Mom was sitting on the kang and couldn't reach him, so she turned her hand and touched Dad who was sitting on the edge of the kang.
"Daddy washes tomatoes for the baby to eat!"
"You little bastard, you only know how to eat!"
Fu Jingyou reluctantly moved his hand away from his wife.
He swung it immediately and gave Baichuan a light slap on the head, pulling out the little guy's thick and fluffy hair into a side-parted arc.
But the little guy didn't know how to get angry.
One of the little arms was still holding the bowl, and the other hand was pulling at his father's trouser leg, trying hard to pull it out.
Impatiently, his body tilted almost at a forty-five-degree angle toward the door.
“Dad, hurry up!”
My son looks like a calf that has gathered all its strength.
Lu Miao put his fist to his lips and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Fu Jingyou was filled with anger, unable to contain it.
If you really can't eat it, you can touch it or kiss it!
Not like now?
You can’t touch me, you can’t kiss me…
"Little calf thing."
Fu Jingyou cursed again.
After taking a look at Lu Miao, Youyuan resigned himself to his fate, got up, picked up the little thing, and went outside to press water to wash the tomatoes.
Lu Miao burst into laughter again.
After calming down for a while, she shook out the blanket, got off the kang and put on her shoes.
Then he looked at himself sideways several times in the mirror on the closet door.
After all, it is tailor-made. Just like the "beauty" I saw before I put it on, the effect is surprisingly good now that I actually put it on.
To be honest, Lu Miao had never worn a cheongsam before.
But just this time, she was a little in love.
She couldn't do it by herself, and later she needed the help of her child's father to take off her cheongsam.
Fu Jingyou locked the door and unzipped her pants, then kissed her from the back of her neck to her shoulders.
He coaxed her, his voice low and hoarse:
"Put it on for me tonight, huh?"
Lu Miao turned sideways and glanced at him with a reproachful look.
Seeing this, Fu Jingyou wanted to get closer to her again.
She quickly hummed and promised:
"Wait until this work is over before wearing it... Don't mess around with this. It's obvious if you get stains on such light material~!"
Fu Jingyou wanted to do something, but he was also afraid that all her hard work would be wasted.
So I had to hold it in.
But when it came to work, when Lu Miao changed his clothes and carefully folded his cheongsam, he asked seriously:
"When are we going to take the work photos? Is there anyone accompanying you? Bring a few more people for safety."
Fu Jingyou knew that Lu Miao was going to record the material.
If it wasn't for work, how could he let her go out wearing this?
Men are the best at judging other men.
What should you do if you encounter someone who is extreme and has bad intentions and causes personal safety problems?
Or, what if he takes advantage of his wife?
It's just a thought, it hasn't actually happened yet, but a slight feeling of jealousy arises spontaneously.
Fu Jingyou was even more uneasy. After pondering for a while, he frowned seriously and said:
"Forget it, I'll take a day off and go with you."
"Oh, no need. We have assistants and photographers with us, as well as a driver... there are at least six of us. We'll be fine."
After putting the cheongsam into the closet, Lu Miao glanced at the locked door, turned around, hooked her arms around his neck, and sat on his lap.
"Things are finally looking up at the factory. Just focus on your work and don't be distracted by me. If there's anything I can't handle, I'll definitely tell you. Okay?"
Fu Jingyou frowned and looked at her, remaining silent.
"Oh, really!"
She kissed him on the face several times and kept acting coquettishly:
"Is it okay? Is it okay?"
Fu Jingyou really wanted to pretend to be unhappy, but he really couldn't.
His brows couldn't help but soften, and his deep eyes and thin lips curved slightly.
I was afraid that she would act coquettishly and twist around, and her legs would slip off.
He stretched out his arms and hooked them around her slender waist tightly.
"Then I'll pick you up after get off work."
He said it with certainty, but he wasn't discussing it.
Lu Miao knew that he had already made a concession, so he stopped bargaining.
She kissed him on the lips generously and nodded neatly and said "OK".
There seemed to be a flicker of fire in Fu Jingyou's deep peach blossom eyes.
He stared at her two moist rose lips and just lowered his head to deepen the kiss.
There was a "knock knock knock" sound from the side, and the door opened again.
The cute little calf Baichuan stood outside the door, holding a small spoon and knocking on the door:
"Mom, it's time to eat. Grandma, grandma made some sweet pork ribs... Mom, it's time to eat..."
The two-year-old boy is not as quiet as his older brothers and sisters. He is full of energy all day long and may be noisy.
My mother didn't open the door, so I kept calling her.
Fu Jingyou sighed, and instead of insisting on biting his wife's lips, he leaned over and rested his hand on her shoulder.
He grumbled:
"He's really noisy... He's so different from the older brothers and sisters. I don't know who he takes after."
Lu Miao put his hands through his waist, wrapped them around his back and gently stroked it, humming and saying:
"Who else can I follow? I'll follow whoever's offspring I have!"
Fu Jingyou hummed softly, tickled the spot on her waist and said:
"Don't just focus on disparaging me, the little calf has half as much as you."
The couple started joking around in the room again.
Xiao Baichuan raised his head and shouted, almost bending his head with the small spoon in his hand.
The two of them slowly opened the door and went out.
Lu Miao went to the kitchen to help serve dishes and rice.
Fu Jingyou adjusted the position of the bench to make room for a chair with an armchair next to the table.
Bring the noisy kid to the table to eat.
Lu Yuanzheng didn't come back from school, and the three adults in the family sat down at the table one after another.
Regarding Fu Jingyou's factory affairs, Lu Miao asked a few questions:
"What stage has your factory reached now?"
"We just signed the contract with the building over at the department store, and half of the first batch of lighters has been delivered."
Half of that is more than 3,000.
Lu Miao nodded, picked up a piece of tender braised pork for his son, and continued to ask:
"Did the process go smoothly? Did you encounter any problems? If they can sell it there, you can also go to the department store near Renmin University and discuss it."
"Need not."
Fu Jingyou shook his head and told her the story:
"We sent a small box for trial sales before signing the order to confirm that there were no problems."
"The department store over there has a large area and a good location, and it can also be considered a distribution base. Internal procurement will distribute goods to other department stores and supply and marketing cooperatives."
They were all state-owned teams. He was the deputy factory director, so he went there with his ID and things were easy to negotiate.
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