Chapter 223 No More Being a Little Dog
Mao Mao hosted her friends once again.
This time, Shen Zhaolin was invited into the living room.
The maid brought over the tea, and Shen Zhaolin thanked her, took a sip, and put it down, his gaze turning tenderly to the little bundle of joy sitting opposite him.
Mao Mao kept her head down, playing with her little hands, picking at the edge of the sofa, and staring at her round toes dangling in mid-air. Everything seemed interesting to her.
When Shen Zhaolin looked over, all he could see was the black whorl of hair on her head and the plump, soft flesh on her cheeks.
Shen Zhaolin's gaze lingered on that fair breast for a moment before he used his composure to look away.
"Maomao?"
"Hmm."
Mao Mao's wobbling little feet stopped.
She clutched her little hand, hesitated, then looked up. After thinking for a moment, she asked obediently, "Uncle, do you want to see goldfish?"
"goldfish?"
Mao Mao climbed off the sofa, went to the side to pick up her glass fish tank, and wobbled back.
The water in the fish tank rippled, and several small, golden-red goldfish swam around inside.
Shen Zhaolin looked at them and suddenly thought, "Oh, could these be the little goldfish that Mao Mao keeps?"
Mao Mao's eyes suddenly lit up!
That's right. In the new story Lou Yansui wrote recently, Maomao and Maomao also raised a little goldfish.
"Uncle, have you read Maomao's story?"
"Of course."
Shen Zhaolin adjusted his glasses, smiled, and took out the newspaper he had brought. "I bought a copy on my way here. Lou Yansui's story is published in the children's supplement. I heard him say that it's a fairy tale he wrote especially for you."
Yes, yes!
Mao Mao said happily, "It was written by my brother. My brother's stories are published in the newspaper. My brother's stories are so interesting!"
Shen Zhaolin praised: "That's right, he writes very well. Many children's literatures on the market are fairy tales, but they are preaching to children from an adult perspective. But he writes about the world from a child's perspective, which is very rare. Many writers forget that the essential needs of children are the core."
Mao Mao nodded her little head vigorously, her eyes growing brighter as she listened.
After Shen Zhaolin finished speaking, she climbed onto the opposite sofa and sat down next to him.
The warm little body leaned against him, and Shen Zhaolin subconsciously reached out to hug it, feeling as if he were embracing a cloud.
He looked down and met a pair of big, bright, dark eyes, and a fair, cute little face looking at him with delight.
He clearly saw his own reflection in those innocent and clear eyes.
Shen Zhaolin's heart softened instinctively, and he saw his own reflection in those eyes, a smile playing on his lips.
"Uncle, tell me more about my brother," Mao Mao said happily. "Isn't my brother amazing?"
Shen Zhaolin: "Ah? Oh, yes, Lou Yansui is very outstanding."
"My brother's stories about Mao Mao are the best!"
"Yes."
"My brother is still number one!"
"right."
"My brother is amazing!"
Shen Zhaolin Wan'er: "Yes, that's right."
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The ladies peeked out from outside the small living room.
In no time, the two people inside were chatting happily.
Mao Mao sat warmly with her friend, showing him her pet goldfish, telling him about her big white cat, and sharing her favorite chocolate snacks.
The third concubine looked away in confusion and asked the other wives, "That's strange, didn't Mao Mao have a fight with him last time?"
"That's right, this is the first time I've ever seen Mao Mao so angry."
"What did Shen Zhaolin say this time? How come the two of them made up so quickly?"
The first wife shook her head: "If the Marshal finds out, he'll definitely be furious again."
"That's right. When the commander came back last time, he was overjoyed to learn that the two of them had broken off their friendship."
The ladies exchanged glances.
You go and tell them?
Then they all looked away.
The two people in the small living room quickly finished their conversation.
Shen Zhaolin, carrying the newspaper, got up to say goodbye. Mao Mao, with her short legs, followed behind, saying reluctantly, "Uncle, are you leaving so soon? Uncle, my little fish are so delicious, I'll treat you to some."
"Ha ha."
Shen Zhaolin chuckled, touched the chocolate balls in his suit pocket, and said regretfully, "Although I'd like to try some, I have other work to do. Mao Mao, I'll be waiting for you to come to my birthday party, and I'll introduce you to some of my family's things."
Mao Mao nodded.
Shen Zhaolin asked her again to confirm, "You'll come, right?"
Mao Mao patted herself with her little hands and pointed to her chubby chin: "Mao Mao, go!"
Mao Mao received another invitation.
She's made up with her uncle and doesn't have to be a puppy anymore. She's received an invitation to her friend's birthday party.
Shen Zhaolin Wan'er: "Then it's settled, I'll be waiting for your arrival at home."
Mao Mao followed behind her uncle, happily seeing him off at the door. She stood at the door waving her little hand, watching her uncle's figure disappear from sight.
Even after they had gone quite a distance, Shen Zhaolin still turned around and waved to her.
Finally, after seeing the person off, the ladies in the house hadn't even had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief when they heard hurried footsteps running in.
"Mother!"
"Mother!"
"MaoMao is going to buy a present for Uncle!"
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