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Chapter 103 The Playboy with Broken Egg 1
Song Mingming cut a few roses in his garden and put them in the bottle when the person who put her pigeons came in without saying a word.Song Mingming doesn't like to be long-winded, that's the trait of a middle-aged mediocre woman. She has already scolded Chen Xi, and now she is no longer angry, and greets Chen Xi with a smile: "Have you eaten? The expression that was poured?"

Chen Xi fell down on the sofa, and seemed to have no desire to talk.Song Mingming thought, could it be that the boy who put the horse let someone take progesterone to make this girl so angry?But then I thought about it: I can't!If he had this ability, would Chen Xi still be like a flower that withered before it bloomed?
who cares!The freshness of young people's love is no longer than that of pruned roses.Song Mingming was fiddling with flower branches, chatting with his daughter as if nothing had happened: "Look, this flower is called Shasa Nine Zero. It is so gorgeous that it needs to be matched with a light and clear vase to hold it down. My copper-bottomed crystal vase is Isn't it a great match?"

"Whatever." Chen Xi looked at the ceiling, not even bothering to blink.

"It's just right, I'll make rose eggs for you later." Song Mingming said, grabbing a dewy rose from a flower arrangement she thought was wonderful, and raised her voice to the busy aunt in the kitchen. Said: "Put the petals and eggs in cold water for 7 minutes, not more than a second."

"I don't want to eat anything, I want to sleep."

Just as Chen Xi stood up, a hand with nail polish more colorful than flower petals clasped her wrist.Song Mingming frowned and said: "Is this what you are good for? You say that it's fine to be like me, and you can make a living with your dad. You insist on taking advantage of our shortcomings, being crazy and serious, so that you don't suffer. Strange……"

Speaking of this, Song Mingming saw a ring of red finger marks on Chen Xi's wrist, which was not done by her.She chuckled: "Yo! That's intense enough!"

"Are you my real mother?" Chen Xi withdrew her hand.The wound is like this, the more people remind it, the more it hurts.

"So I'll let you eat some good tonic." Song Mingming slenderly picked up an egg with chicken manure remaining in his ten fingers, and said to the sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling window: "This is a sterile egg that your uncle Sun just sent over." Native egg, look at this egg, it is golden and very nutritious."

Chen Xi's knowledge system does not allow the words "sterility" and "native eggs" to appear side by side.For some reason, when she heard the word "Uncle Sun", she felt even more restless.

Song Mingming was still expressing his feelings: "What's the matter recently? Everyone has a bad year. Your father is very angry, and you are also crying. Sun Changming pretends to be courteous like a person who has nothing to do. He can't even wipe his butt clean Hey, have you heard about that incident, someone went to his factory to make trouble, and got into a dispute with his subordinates. An old man on the other side stretched his legs and swallowed his breath when he went back for some reason. This matter It’s getting too big, even if you have a mouth, you can’t tell!”

Song Mingming said, turning over Chen Xi's hand, and gently placed the egg in her palm: "Good things come from dirty places, and they will inevitably be stained with feces, so they can only be eaten after washing."

Chen Xi stared at the extra egg in his hand, and became angry for no reason. The faint stains on the eggshell seemed to be patterns that provoked her.She exerted all her strength—the picture in her imagination did not appear, and the egg remained motionless in her palm.The corner of her mouth twitched twice, and silently picked up another egg.

The newly-arrived cooking aunt walked into the living room, and she saw such a scene: sunshine, flowers, and a bright hostess... The beautiful daughter of the host's house was holding two eggs in the palm of her hand and popping them.

Song Mingming raised his eyebrows and said nothing, but kept his feet away from the disaster-stricken area where the egg liquid was dripping, silently signaled to his aunt to find a container, and caught the continuous stream of broken eggs in Chen Xi's palm.

After a while, all the eggs were reimbursed to Chen Xi.She crushed the last two "enemies", with joy in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth drooped, her eyes were red, and her breath was messy.

"Is it okay if I don't eat?" She clapped her hands, seemingly clean, but her palms were in a mess.People quickly went upstairs without staying at the disaster site for a second.

Song Mingming put his hands on his chest, luckily he walked in time!In case...Chen Xi has hardly cried since she was 12 years old. She was the only one who made others cry. Song Mingming had no experience in comforting her.She thought, is this still her daughter?In Song Mingming's impression, Chen Xi has the common problem of a smart and loved person - there is no certainty at all.There are many avenues in her life, all of which lead to Rome. She is used to being loved and satisfied, without longing or attachment.She is always wandering, and there is no difference between sesame seeds, corn and watermelon in her eyes. She picks them off, sniffs them and continues on, falls and changes directions, living a transparent and sloppy life.

When the road goes far in the future, she will know that it is not a bad feeling to get angry over the chicken ribs that she has gnawed and gnawed together.

Song Mingming caressed the cornflower-like azure gemstone on the ring, and seemed to be able to glimpse the old shadow from the crystal clear refraction. He was full of poetic enthusiasm for a while - as the saying goes, "the old travel is nowhere to be found. There is no place to find it, only the young heart .”

"Crazy embryo!" She pointed at Chen Xi's back with a rose dipped in egg liquid, and commented to the stunned aunt: "Follow me!"

(End of this chapter)