My Male Lead Super Sweet - Chapter 43
In the afternoon, Father Shi came back and shouted at Shi Baimeng that he wanted to go to Aunt Yi’s house next door for dinner, a small celebration of Aunt Yi’s official move in.
Shi Baimeng muttered, “I don’t want to go.”
Father was surprised.
Looking at his expression, Shi Baimeng more melancholy, she does not go to see the little white king is strange! This is how sticky she usually is little white king ah?
Timbaimeng’s squirm didn’t last long before she took the initiative to go over to Father Shi’s side and go next door with him.
When the white dream knows that she is suddenly separated from the little white king, even if it is just separated by less than a kilometer, the heart does not adapt, angry born very unreasonable.
But rational understanding is one thing, emotions can not control is another.
Aunt Yi personally cooked a table of dishes and waited for them to be served before washing her hands and sitting next to the little white king, asking, “Where is Xiao Jin?”
Father Time shook his head helplessly, “I don’t know where Wild has gone.”
Aunt Yi laughed, “Then let’s eat.”
When the white dream silently eat, this time she deliberately sat next to the father, and the little white king separated by a time father, did not go to the little white king folder food.
The first time I saw the son, I saw that Aunt Yi was taking care of him, and just as Father said, Little White King would eat the dishes Aunt Yi had pinned.
Whether it is like, or do not like ……
When Shi Bai Meng saw the little white king put the sliced bitter melon, slowly into his mouth, his spirit tightened up.
The little white king is very regular chewing cheeks, clearly there is a short pause, then the speed becomes slower, and finally forced to “grunt” swallowed.
When the white dream felt like watching the little white king swallow a bitter gourd, with their own mouths eat a mouthful of cassava.
“Little Mengmeng, what’s wrong?” Aunt Yi noticed her strange appearance and asked.
Shi Bai Meng then watched her clip another chopsticks of bitter melon to the little white king, hold back and hold back or did not hold back, whispered: “Nuo Nuo, do not like to eat bitter melon.”
Aunt Yi was stunned and then laughed, “I don’t even know what this little doughboy likes and doesn’t like and won’t say.” Although so said, Aunt Yi reached out chopsticks to the little white king bowl of bitter melon clip out, “this time for the sake of the little Meng Meng forget, from now on not allowed to picky food.”
When the white dream to see the little white king through the difficult, then again tangled. She this …… this half day did not hold back! A piece of bitter melon and eat not dead, want you to talk more oh!
A meal down, when the white dream is going home, the eyes did not look to the little white king that, the heart jumped incessantly.
The little white king will not call her ah?
……
No, call, stop!
When I got back to my room, Shi Bai Meng fell on the bed, “I have my own mother and forgot my nurse! I’ll love you later, I’ll be really stupid Meng Meng!”
There is a so-called arrogant moment of pleasure, true fragrance will arrive.
……
Three days to endure did not go to the little white king, the dream also did not enter the time white dream, found more time every day to spend like, passed especially slow.
Three days later today, the little white king, who was led to the house by Aunt Yi, suddenly entered the eyes of Shi Bai Meng, she even had a kind of as not seen as three years, three days not seen is like a feeling of a lifetime.
The little white king landed on the ground and walked up to her, “Meng Meng.”
When Bai Meng stared at him, a dazed “eh”.
Aunt Yi pointed to the little white king, with a few annoyed, a few cold, a few helpless tone, “This little doughboy again hunger strike.”
When the white dream eyes lit up, burning looking at the little white king, full of moving.
So the little white king still has a bad old mother in his heart! Look, this hunger strike is afraid and thin …… amount!
The little white king than three days ago seems to have rounded a lot of wrists, when the white dream can not in good conscience say he was thin, said he was fat are not too much.
When the white dream thought may be false fat, looking at the little white king’s face, indeed not too spiritual.
She was moved to ask: “Why are you on hunger strike again?”
Aunt Yi gave a cold laugh.
When Bai Meng heart thumped.
I heard Aunt Yi say, “I’m afraid I don’t think I’m a good enough mother to feed you.”
Time Baimeng: “……”
The heart that was touched less than three seconds, broke into crumbs.
Especially when she saw the little white king staring at himself seriously, big meaning of what Aunt Yi said hit the truth.
Aunt Yi disgusted look at his son, “What young master temper.”
When the white dream has nothing to say, after all, this young master temper, maybe, maybe, probably, is she raised out.
Aunt Yi said a word to her maybe, maybe, probably all hit the ground, “you spoiled out, to you.”
When the white dream gritted his teeth, told himself that he should be firm, the little white king pushed out to show that he was not looking forward to, not happy to take off it.
The result was that the person did not push out, but also tentatively asked Aunt Yi, “After Nuo Nuo continue to live here?”
Aunt Yi smiled.
When Bai Meng tilted her face, she smiled sweetly to cover up her weakness.
Aunt Yi couldn’t help but “pfft” laugh out loud, fingertips on the forehead of Shi Bai Meng a little, “don’t think, live here must not be this bottomless little doll you spoiled into prince ah.”
When Bai Meng ouch a little, shaking his head to prove his innocence, “I did not, I am still a child, but also the one who was spoiled.”
Aunt Yi laughed and said, “In the future, we can have a meal with each other, but we can’t live together.”
When Bai Meng sighed, she could have continued to play dumb and sell the foolishness of the capricious fight, but ultimately did not do so.
Not to say that Aunt Yi’s concerns are right, it may be that she herself did not find the spoiling of the little white king too much, in turn, is not good for the growth of the little white king. The second, really live together, the impact on Aunt Yi and Father Time is also not good.
Aunt Yi looked at Shi Bai Meng in surprise, not expecting the girl to know more than what she thought, as if she could really understand the concerns she didn’t all say.
“Although the reason for the hunger strike is mostly dissatisfaction with my feeding style, I can see that the child misses you.”
When Bai Meng smiled, she looked down towards the little white king.
The little white king nodded his head as if he understood, “Wanted silly Meng Meng.”
Aunt Yi cried and laughed, a trace of embarrassment flashed across her face. This bear dumpling, will not talk.
When the white dream relieved smile. She has indeed become a silly Mengmeng, so fragrant!
Aunt Yi saw that Shi Bai Meng was not angry, thinking that this child probably does not understand, or do not mind this aspect, said with a smile: “Look, this child’s heart is all about you, not more live with me in the future, afraid that even I do not recognize this mother. Little Mengmeng, you can’t even take away the position of your own mother from Aunt Yi, right?”
That last sentence was Aunt Yi’s flirtation with the little girl and she didn’t take it seriously.
But I didn’t know it was this last sentence that really poked Shi Baimeng.
She winced and shook her head with a wooden face, “No!”
Aunt Yi was so amused by the little girl’s expression that she could hear her laughter until she walked out the door, thinking that this child was so funny.
If Aunt Yi could know what was going on inside Shi Bai Meng’s mind, I don’t know who ended up being more shocked.
After having today’s play, Shi Bai Meng understood that it was not advisable at all to have a fight with the little white king or something, he was torn for a few days, the little white king simply did not know.
When the white dream to feed the little white king, deliberately fed to his mouth, and then retracted, and then fed and retracted a few times, teasing the little white king are a little low pressure, only to be relieved some.
The little white king’s eyes are confused, do not understand why the silly Meng Meng is not silent.
Finally the little white king grabbed her restless hand.
When the white dream was grabbed by him did not move.
The little white king looked at her, his eyes clearly already had anxiety, but instead of forcing the food, he opened his mouth, “Want to eat.”
Timothy White Dream’s gaze was stunned.
The little white king endured anxiety, “Nuo Nuo, want to eat.”
When the white dream suddenly feel really childish, what a fuss, what nagging depression are dispersed cleanly.
“Good.” Time Baimeng smiled up.
The skin is as greasy as snow, thick ink eyes curved like a crescent moon, soft light cunning.
The little white king’s turquoise blue eyes are like a calm, waveless sea, reflecting the girl’s complete smile.
His anxiety dissipated with the sweetness of the cream fed to his mouth.
Silly dreamy dreams.
Sweet too.
Strawberry-like.
Cream-like.
Cake-like.
He didn’t eat it, so why did he know?
The little white king blinked in confusion.
I don’t know.
Anyway, it was sweet.
The ever-stubborn little white king.
At the moment still stubbornly stubborn about the perception that he has not experienced.
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