Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 469 Quality of Life

"Mummy, it's snowing." The children's paintings lie in the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of the fireplace, and they are covered with thick wool carpets. Looking out the window, there are some winter flowers outside the greenhouse. Some plum blossoms are very beautiful, and the snowflakes are constantly Falling, the garden is extraordinarily romantic, the children's paintings can't live in such a cold day, Shen Qianshu does not allow him to go out, he just looks at the snow in front of the fireplace, humming the little song, and enjoying it extra.

This year's first snow came so early, it was a little surprising.

The night mausoleum is also sitting in front of the fireplace, there are two computers next to it, working at home, Zhonghuan and Ada are not there. There are only two chefs left in the house, several maids and three of them. When they are most sleepy in the afternoon, no one is there. Excuse me, the most warm.

"It’s been very cold recently. Can you tell the crew to turn your play to the end?”

"Xiao Juan has gone to negotiate with the producer, it should not be a problem."

Shen Qianshu was relieved. The two looked at the sparks in the fireplace and wondered. "If you can bake sweet potatoes in it, it must be delicious!"

The night mausole, who has been indulging in work, suddenly looked up and looked at the mother and son.

Baked sweet potatoes in the fireplace?

Losing you want to come out!

“There is a lot of quality of life, burning the fireplace, baking sweet potatoes, watching the snow, it’s a romantic and life-quality thing.”

The night mausole snorted. "I will call Luther back tomorrow, and teach you what a quality life is."

Child painting, "Sorry, I am going to bake sweet potatoes!"

The child rushed to the kitchen with a rush to come back.

"The kitchen doesn't even have sweet potatoes!"

Shen Qianshu laughed aloud!

"Okay, okay, write homework, we have to go to the party at night, it’s not awkward." The little boy sat down with a grievance, he was the most curious period, and his heart was filled with all kinds of adventures. And curious, staring at the snow for a while, rolled to the side of the night tomb, and looked up and ignorantly, "Hey, what are you doing?"

On the screen, there are some blue codes that he can't read.

The voice of the children’s paintings just fell, the screen was black, and the night tomb was popped up again.

"I am cracking the protective wall of the ghost town."

"Has it failed?"

"No." The night mausoleum took a deep breath and endured it. "No electricity."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

She came over and looked at it. It was really powerless. The mother and the child looked at each other and smiled. The night tomb was black and the power was plugged in. He bent on the code and listened to their mother and son, and occasionally talked a few words. Note that when you are about to crack, there is no electricity.

"Mummy, I am going to the party today, what are we wearing, the weather is so cold."

The night mausoleum said faintly, "Zhong will take the clothes."

The banquet was held in Lujia, indoors, constant temperature, cold less than children's paintings, night Ling slightly closed eyes, Shen Qianshu sat over, "Mr., headache?"

"Ok!"

Shen Qianshu sat cross-legged on the sofa, letting the night mausoleum sit on the carpet. She pressed his temple slightly and gently gave him acupuncture points. The indoor temperature was very high and warm. The night forehead had some low temperature, slightly squatting. Eyebrows. The child painted on the side and read an original book, the living room was very quiet.

In the fireplace, a warm fire was ignited, and the space was constantly elevated. The space was warmed to the extreme. The window was covered with cold plums and white snow, and the large floor-to-ceiling windows reflected a red plum and white snow.

Time seems to be still.

Half a day of leisure, quiet and quiet.

(End of this chapter)