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    When I opened my mother's house, the house was quiet, and there were vegetables on the table.  My mother came out of the bedroom and told me that my wife had already taken the child to bed, and she couldn't help but feel disappointed.  My mother helped me heat up the food in the microwave, talked to her elderly about life outside, and then persuaded my mother to go back and rest.

    I sat there alone and ate, and suddenly lost my appetite, so I ate a few bites, greeted my mother, and went to our side.

    Back at our small home, my wife was awake: "Have you eaten?"

    I agreed, hung my coat on the hanger, and walked to the bed.

    Possibly aware of my unhappiness, my wife explained: "Dudu was sleepy just now, I came back before waiting for you, how about it, the dishes I cook are delicious."

    I rolled to her side with a smile and said, "It's delicious, but I didn't eat it with you. If it doesn't taste good, you have to make it up to me."

    At this time, the child heard a sound and muttered something in his mouth. My wife shook off my hand that had been groped in place and ran to the child to pat it gently.  I stared at her bored, and my wife laughed and said, "Don't be annoying, it's in broad daylight, and at night, ah".

    Due to the excitement of going home, I didn¡¯t sleep long on the train last night, and soon I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, the room was already very dark. I looked at the watch at five o¡¯clock, got up and looked around, my long-lost home.

    My wife must have taken the child there. I got dressed and trotted to my mother's place.

    Today's meal is very rich, I know it is the credit of my wife.  Looking at my wife tenderly, my wife avoids my gaze and stares at me.  She reminded me many times not to always be lewd with my parents, sorry.

    ?Because I was there, the atmosphere at the dinner table was much more lively.  My mother talked to me quietly. My wife is very good at things, but she doesn¡¯t like to talk about it. When I¡¯m not at home, they rarely communicate with each other. I laughed and said that I can¡¯t do anything with her.  of.  I suggested drinking some wine with my father. My father seldom drinks alcohol, and I do the same. After drinking a little wine, my face will turn red.  Seeing his father nodding, the wife went to the kitchen cabinet and took out a bottle of dry red wine: "Mom, you can drink some too." The mother also readily agreed.  It seems that the wife is already trying to integrate into life with her parents.

    In the thick warmth, the family had dinner and gathered in front of the TV.  My wife is cleaning up the dishes alone, and I look at her busy figure from time to time.  The child made noises in the room, and it seemed that she couldn't stand the loneliness anymore.  The mother took the child out, and the little guy stared at those big eyes that were bright when he first woke up, and slowly patrolled each of us. It seemed that he didn't find what he wanted. In the blink of an eye, his little head turned to where his wife was.  , I suddenly became excited, waving my little hands, and screaming happily.  My wife is also ready at this time.  While wiping their hands, they rushed over to meet the child's gaze: "Baby, wake up, you're hungry too." The two rubbed their foreheads against each other, making the child giggle.

    I hugged them back to our little home.  Soon, I became an outsider. The two of them were teasing on the bed, and I had to watch TV to pass the time. I kept urging my wife to put the child to sleep quickly.  Now, go take a bath first, she will be asleep soon." I made a face at her: "Hurry up, I'll wait for you!" "Go!"

    ? When I came out of the bathroom, I saw that the quilt had been laid on our big bed, and the child was on her small bed, practicing pronunciation with my wife. Seeing me coming out, my wife pointed to me: "Daddy, this is Daddy".  The child's trembling little hands patted the crib, and stood there in a joyful state. I was also infected by this scene and played with my daughter.  My wife went to take a shower, and I watched TV and searched for advertisements. My child always showed excitement when there were programs with advertisements, and his big eyes stared at the rapid flashes of each piece of content.  How could she not be sleepy, depressed.

    Maybe it¡¯s because I didn¡¯t make up for the sleep I missed last night. When my wife came, I was already sleepy. I got into the bed, looked at the bright eyes of the child, said a few words to my wife, and fell asleep hopelessly.

    Woke up in the morning feeling refreshed and feeling at home.

    After eating early, I went to drive my car out. No one has had close contact with it for a long time.  Regardless of the cold weather outside, I took warm water from home and wiped it carefully. I watched its bright red shell bloom with original light with satisfaction.  I love my car very much, it is small, not luxurious, not outstanding, but it belongs to me, it is my favorite car, I will carefully maintain it, carefully maintain it, let it have the best condition for me to drive.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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