Chapter 126 Kiss Them All
"Mother—"
The car stopped in front of the Western-style house. Xia Xiaoxiang was sitting in the small living room knitting when she heard her daughter's innocent voice calling from outside. She quickly put down her knitting basket and went out.
When Mao Mao came back from playing with her brothers, the first thing she did was look for her mother.
After her brother lifted her down, she landed with a thud. She spotted her mother coming out of the house and, before she could even stand properly, she rushed towards her mother.
Xia Xiaoxiang caught her daughter in her arms, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Why did you call me so urgently? I..."
Before she could finish speaking, a soft, milky-scented kiss landed on her cheek.
Xia Xiaoxiang was taken aback.
After kissing her on the left cheek, Mao Mao leaned in and kissed her on the right cheek. After that, she nestled in her mother's arms, burying her little head in her chest, her face beaming with a sweet smile.
Before the person could escape, Xia Xiaoxiang quickly grabbed her youngest daughter and kissed her chubby little face on both sides.
Reciprocity is key!
Mao Mao laughed even more happily.
She toddled into the house with her short legs.
They found the first wife reading a book in the small living room.
"Big Mom!"
*Smack*
The first concubine sat next to the first wife, drinking tea.
"Second Mama!"
*Smack*
I ran into the second concubine in the corridor.
"Third Mother!"
*Smack*
"Fourth Mother!"
*Smack*
"grandmother!"
*Smack*
Mao Mao kissed each cat one by one, not missing a single one. She even caught a big white cat passing by, pounced on it, and gave it a big kiss on its fluffy forehead.
Meow~
The big white cat's tail was held high.
The adults covered their cheeks, which had been kissed, both happy and somewhat bewildered: "What happened?"
"What happened to Mao Mao outside today? Why is she so enthusiastic?"
Lou Yansui, who followed behind, immediately turned around and glared angrily at his elder brother.
Lou Hongjian: "..."
Not only the wives at home, but also other people who went out in the evening gradually returned home.
Mao Mao sat by the door, her chubby little face cupped in her hands, waiting expectantly for her family to return. Each time someone came home, she would eagerly lean over and give them a polite kiss on the cheek.
As soon as he entered the door, he was greeted with a warm kiss from his beloved daughter, which made Lou Dashuai very happy, and he couldn't stop smiling on his dignified face.
There are four sons in the family, none of whom are as well-behaved as their youngest daughter. Even the third son, who returned from studying abroad, never dared to be as affectionate towards him as Mao Mao.
Of course, he'd rather not kiss her.
Where can a son compare to a sweet and soft daughter?
He held Mao Mao tightly, nuzzling her soft cheek with his rough beard, and asked in a deep voice, "Isn't Mao Mao the one who loves Daddy the most in the whole world? Isn't Daddy Mao Mao's favorite daddy?"
Mao Mao giggled as he rubbed her head, then pulled her head back to hide, saying, "Haha, Daddy, it tickles."
The answer is, of course, yes.
Why does Mao Mao have five mothers, four older brothers, but only one father?
Five mothers and four brothers have to be ranked in order, but one father is always number one no matter how you look at it.
Lou Dashuai lifted Mao Mao high above his head, letting her sit on his shoulders, acting as her big horse, and they played in the spacious living room.
After playing with his daughter for a while, he sat down with her in his arms, his stern face full of affection: "Mao Mao, did you go out to play today? What did you do? Tell Daddy."
"Um!"
Mao Mao swung her little feet and happily counted, "Mao Mao ate roasted sweet potato, wontons, and fried dough sticks today..."
Lou Dashuai: "Oh, you really ate quite a lot."
"Third and fourth brothers took Mao Mao ice skating!"
"Dad can skate too, he'll take you with him next time."
Mao Mao wiggled her little feet: "Mao Mao even went ice skating with Uncle."
"Oh, Uncle..." Lou Dashuai was about to agree when he suddenly frowned, sensing something was amiss: "Which uncle?"
“Uncle is indeed uncle,” Mao Mao said innocently. “He’s Mao Mao’s friend.”
How many uncles or older friends does Mao Mao have?
There was only one person, Nie Zhengyun, who wanted to be her father.
Commander Lou: "..."
Commander Lou: "…………"
"Lou Hongjian!!!"
...
Night fell.
Winter days always seem to end early. The sky is pitch black, with rolling dark clouds and not a single star in sight. The streetlights shine silently, and in the still night, the sound of wheels rolling over is all the more noticeable.
Lou Heming returned home later than usual today.
The patient I treated a couple of days ago suddenly took a turn for the worse in the afternoon. I rushed him into the operating room, and by the time his condition stabilized, it was already dark.
He let out a weary sigh, but the thought that tomorrow was his day off cheered him up again.
I've been so busy at the hospital lately that I haven't had time to play with my younger siblings. I'll finally have some time tomorrow to connect with them.
As he got out of the car, Lou Heming glanced in the direction of the snow cat in the courtyard. Soon, he noticed that there was another car next to him with its engine still running.
Lou Heming walked over and tapped on the car window with his finger.
The car window rolled down, revealing a pitiful-looking younger brother in the back.
"Ah Hong?" Lou Heming asked in surprise, "Why are you in the car instead of coming inside? Don't you feel cold?"
cold.
Of course it's cold.
Lou Hongjian's breath was all white mist.
Especially at night, it gets even colder, the chill seeping into every part of his body. Lou Hongjian hugged his arms, his teeth chattering, "Second Brother, why did you take so long to come back? I've been waiting for you for so long!"
"wait for me?"
A knowing glint flashed in Lou Heming's eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses: "What trouble have you gotten into this time?"
Lou Hongjian: "..."
Of the four Lou brothers, Lou Hongjian was the one who got beaten the most by Commander Lou. He had learned from experience that if he caused trouble and couldn't handle it, he would go to his eldest brother outside the family and his second brother at home.
Lou Heming guessed, "Did you destroy Dad's confidential documents? Or did you talk back to Grandma again? Or did you run into another con artist?"
Lou Hongjian shook his head.
Lou Heming: "Could it be related to Mao Mao?"
Lou Hongjian: "..."
Silence is consent. Lou Heming sighed, "Ah Hong, I can't help you this time."
"Second Brother!"
"If it's about Mao Mao, then I'd like to teach you a lesson too."
"..."
Lou Heming opened the car door and invited him to get out: "It's so cold outside, come inside. Do you want to get sick again?"
After saying that, Lou Hongjian sneezed.
Whether he sticks his neck out or not, he'll be killed anyway. He rubbed his arms, feeling disheartened, and followed behind his second brother.
Lou Heming returned late today, after everyone had already eaten dinner. At that moment, melodious piano music drifted from the small living room.
Before he could even put down his briefcase, he heard Lou Dashuai's hearty laughter coming from the direction of the small living room: "Hahaha, that sounds great!"
Lou Heming subconsciously turned his head, only to see his younger brother return to the doorway, put on his scarf, and go out again.
Lou Heming called out to him, "Ah Hong, where are you going?"
“Dad is definitely still angry,” Lou Hongjian murmured. “I’ll go away for a few days and come back when he’s calmed down.”
A short while later, the sound of a car driving away could be heard outside.
Lou Heming: "..."
Just how big of a mess did they get into?
He entered the small living room, where Lou Yansui was sitting at the piano, melodious music flowing from his fingertips. Hearing footsteps, everyone only glanced at him.
When Mao Mao saw her second brother, she immediately ran towards him with her short legs.
"elder brother!"
Lou Heming couldn't help but smile: "Mao Mao, I'm back."
Mao Mao ran up to him, tilted her little face up, and looked at him expectantly: "Brother."
"What's wrong?" Lou Heming squatted down and said gently, "Mao Mao, you..."
Halfway through his sentence, Mao Mao's small body leaned in and landed a wet kiss on his cheek.
Lou Heming was stunned.
After greeting her brother, Mao Mao pursed her lips, gave him a sweet smile, and then ran back with her short legs.
Lou Heming touched his cheek.
He walked over and sat down next to his brother, unable to suppress a smile.
Lou Fengju raised an eyebrow: "Mao Mao kissed you too?"
"Hmm...hmm?" Lou Heming paused. "What do you mean by 'also'?"
"Mao Mao came home today and kissed everyone." Of course, he was no exception; as soon as he entered the door, he received a warm kiss from his younger sister.
After a long day of work, coming home to a warm welcome from my angelic little sister is like receiving a baptism of holy water, washing away all my fatigue.
Lou Heming adjusted his glasses: "Is it because of Ah Hong?"
"It's him."
The younger sister's initiative to get close to him is clearly a good thing, so why did it make Dad angry?
Unless, of course, Mao Mao's enthusiasm extends to other people.
Mao Mao's circle of friends is small, so the answer was quickly eliminated.
Lou Heming: "..."
Lou Heming said decisively, "He just left home; he's probably going to Night Paris."
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