If Lin Zhishu knew about his complaints, he would definitely have to refute him fiercely.

What’s wrong with having money? Can you still let others help you get sick?

She turned her face away, took out a tissue and quietly wiped her nose.

Shen Chong said that he is worthy of being the mother of our child, and even the movements of snot are so elegant.

Mr. Lin turned around, "Aunt Su's milk tea does not add any bad things, but it is not nutritious either. Can we not drink this Xinxin?"

"No!"

Xinxin was rejected for food and drink for the second time today, and she couldn't hold back.

Shen Chong approached and asked, "Friend's store?"

Lin Zhishu nodded, "A chain store that an acquaintance can do casually."

Shen Chong shrugged, leaned into Lao Lin's ear, and whispered in a low voice, "Since you can trust things, why are you hesitating? You can't refuse every time. Every few times you pick something irrelevant to it and agree to Xinxin's request, otherwise she will slowly not express her feelings in front of you."

Teach your experience of coaxing your baby in front of your baby, and be careful of your baby.

Mr. Lin was so embarrassed by his whisper that he couldn't help but blew his ears so hard that he wanted to retreat and avoid it, but he was attracted by Shen Chong's sudden experience of passing on his skills.

It seems to make some sense?

"What are you talking about, mom and dad?"

Shen Chong led Xinxin to the milk tea shop, "Nothing, Xinxin, what kind of milk tea do you like?"

“Mango Pudding!”

Shen Chong looked back at Lao Lin who was digesting the parenting menstruation, "Xinxin Mom, what flavor do you like? Drink some warm things. You wear too little and you sneeze."

Lin Zhishu thought for a long time before subconsciously popping out of his mouth, "Red bean pudding?"

Shen Chong nodded: "Okay."

After saying that, he turned around again, seeing that there were a few people queuing over there, he thought about it and handed Xinxin back to Lao Lin, "You two are waiting here, I'll buy it back."

At this moment, the movement of another family of four two or three meters beside the three attracted Lao Shen's attention.

"Ah... Ah Yeah!"

The middle-aged woman who looked about forties sneezed violently.

The older man took off his cotton-wool coat and put it on the middle-aged woman.

"It's okay, it's not cold."

"It's not cold yet, your hands are cold!"

"Wow! Mom and Mom, you are so stingy! Let mom wear my clothes!"

"Shut up, you'll take the college entrance examination in half a year. What if you catch a cold?"

The old man still put his clothes on his wife.

Shen Chong and Lin Zhishu retracted their eyes from looking at others and looked at each other.

Looking at his expression that suddenly became enlightened, and his face said "Learned" was written, Lao Lin subconsciously wanted to shrink back.

Ten seconds later, Shen Chong put his coat on her shoulder and ran away.

The sudden wrapping of the manly smell made Lin Zhishu very uncomfortable, but she did not shake off Shen Chong's clothes, but instead held the collar tightly with one hand and Xinxin with the other.

She looked at Shen Chong, who was standing in line in the crowd and rubbing his hands from time to time from time to time, and suddenly felt that it might be nice to be fucked by someone?

Shen Chong's heart was pounding in the crowd. He didn't know what was wrong in his mind just now. Anyway, he suddenly realized that he could not catch a cold or get sick at all, so it was natural to wear the clothes for Lao Lin.

He should have done this long ago, so he subconsciously did it.

He realized after doing it. It would be so embarrassing if he was rejected just now.

Five minutes later, Shen Chong walked back with three cups of milk tea and gave it to Xinxin first.

"Drink mango pudding slowly, don't choke."

Then he gave Lao Lin, "Red Bean Pudding, yours."

Old Shen's eyes were so straight that Lin Zhishu pulled it a little before he took away the red bean pudding milk tea from him.

It turned out that Mr. Lin had already put on Shen Chong's clothes. The style was slightly larger and the sleeves were slightly longer, covering up her elegant temperament. Her fingers could only stretch out a small part from the cuffs.

Such an old Lin is inexplicably a little...

Cute?

Kawaii?

Memories of the previous life that were both long and not long ago surged in my heart. The otakus' heart beat faster, turned his head and lowered his head to sniff the coconut milk tea in his palm.

To die!

Damn the third dimension girl is so scary!

He doesn't like a strong woman, but he can't stop the strong woman from becoming cute inexplicably!

He even suspected that his coat might have some transformation effect, which could actually cause such mutations to a person's temperament.

Fortunately, Xinxin walked up from behind and grabbed his hand, which made him come back to his soul, "Dad! I know that English thing!"

Shen Chong looked up and said, "What is that?"

Xinxin’s mouthful of mango pudding, “year! happy-ne-year! Happy New Year!”

"Wow, Xinxin is so awesome."

"But I forgot what to say about milk tea? Dad, can you teach me?"

“ilk-tea!”

"Whoa whoa!"

Mr. Lin watched the father and daughter walking in front from behind, holding the red bean pudding milk tea in both hands, and the warm feeling came from the palm of his hand to the bottom of his heart.

She remembered many things.

He seemed to be a little interested in himself, but he seemed not interested.

Sometimes he is good, sometimes he is annoying.

Lin Zhishu knew very well that her shortcomings were too strong and could not be considered a good match, but she could not control her desire to control her heart.

The country is easy to change, but the nature is difficult to change.

In the past, Shen Chong was not a character and even lived a cowardly life. She thought that even if he was a little hopeful, she would help him to a suitable height and barely give him a nameless identity, even if the family was perfected.

With Shen Chong's character in the past, he could not refuse, nor did he dare to refuse.

But it was precisely because of his weakness in his bones that Lin Zhishu really couldn't raise his interest in helping him and let him die.

But now Lin Zhishu is interested, but Shen Chong is different from the past, and it may be that he has regained his former self.

He is very stubborn and wants to save face.

This is really an unsolvable paradox and a dead end.

You would rather go to the black boxing than be arranged by me. What are you thinking?

For Xinxin, how determined you can do it and how determined you are?

Do you think you can stand at the same height as me by boxing?

How much do I take for you to fight black boxing?

Lao Lin suddenly took a big step, walked to the other side of Shen Chong, shook the milk tea in his hand, and made him turn his attention to himself, "Shen Chong, what am I yours?"

The man Shen had just recovered from Lao Lin's extreme contrast and was communicating with Xinxin how to speak milk tea in English. When he saw the milk tea swaying in front of him, he subconsciously replied: "You are my milk tea."

As soon as he said that, he realized something was wrong.

Lao Lin looked confused and looked at the cup in his hand suspiciously. He couldn't understand what he was saying, "Ah? So I'm milk tea."

Shen Chong just wanted to say that it's over.

This is fate calling.

Boss, can you not respond so steadily and accurately?

I can't control my desire to complain at all. If I don't finish this joke, I'm so sinful!

Just die!

He had goose bumps all over his body, and he didn't know where he borrowed the courage from. With an inexplicable sense of mission, he completed a connection between his two-life memory and life.

"Because of this, I can hold you in my palm."

The King of Warring States almost finished this sentence with a trembling voice.

Lao Lin's breathing was stagnant and looked at Lao Shen in a daze, looking incredible.

This is so scary.

How can you think of such a stingy thing? How can you have the courage to speak it shamelessly!
To be continued...