Reincarnation: I Married My Ex’s Brother

The two talked as they entered the room.

In the large manor that used to be quiet and lonely, there was this big and small voice, and it suddenly became lively.

Zhuang Long stood at the door for a while, and gave himself a few minutes to go to suit the sudden loud noises in the house before turning around and entering the house.

Xiao Meng is used to eating by herself and not used to being served by others. Zhuang Long had thought of it a long time ago, so he specially asked the chief executive to eat later, and he didn't need to be served by someone else.

The cook made a large pot of spicy crayfish. Xiaomeng, who hadn't eaten crayfish for decades, suddenly ate the lobster and almost cried on the spot. Zhuang Long hadn't eaten this stuff for many years. He tried to taste it, it was spicy and numb, and it really liked him.

If it hadn't been for Xiaomeng, Zhuang Long wouldn't know that he actually loved this stuff.

Zhuang Qilin ate it for the first time and became addicted to it.

There are so many delicacies on the table, but the most favored by the host is the pot of crayfish. After eating, the three people's mouths were a little numb, especially Zhuang Qilin, he didn't care about the image, so he rubbed his lips with his fingers.

He rubbed and said, "I feel that my lips are no longer my lips." I lost consciousness.

Pepper is a good thing, but it numbs the nerves.

Zhuang Long laughed that he didn't know how to control food, Zhuang Qilin cut and replied, "If you like something, you don't know how to control it."

Zhuang Long was stunned.

He thinks that his son just doesn't speak. Every time he speaks, every sentence is a classic.

After eating, Zhuang Long took Xiao Meng to her room. He arranged Xiaomeng's room on the second floor. As soon as Xiaomeng entered the room, he saw his suitcase. The servant was very polite and put the suitcase against the wall without any movement, as it was.

Xiaomeng was very satisfied with the room. She took a look and thought about life in the prison. She said, "Our prison used to be shared by a group of people. At that time, there were many people and there were always troubles. Later, the plan was re-planned and we lived in two people. A cell, the cell area is very small, between the bed and the wall, it can only accommodate one person to walk."

"However, it is always good not to live with other people."

Listening to Xiaomeng's words, Zhuang Long had such a kind of understanding in his heart. He had been wondering before, how did a weak woman like Xiao Meng live in prison, because she was living separately.

This is not surprising.

Xiao Meng didn't want to say more about the prison, she bent down and squatted beside the box and opened the box. Zhuang Long watched Xiao Meng tidy up his clothes, Zhuang Qilin also ran in sometime, running around the house, very mischievous.

"What's in it?" After Zhuang Qilin asked, before Xiao Meng could answer, he did something that Zhuang Long wanted to do, but he endured what he didn't do.

He opened the bag that Xiao Meng had brought out from the prison.

Zhuang Long lowered his head and searched for something in the pair of messy things. Guessing the reason for what these things were used for, Zhuang Long's expression was a bit complicated, and his lips kept pursing in a straight line.

The contents of the bag are very grapes, there are gloves, socks, and even sweaters. Their colors are so simple and elegant that they can only be used by boys. Two pairs of gloves looked very small, as if they were worn by a child. It's not big with a sweater, and there is a panda on his chest, like a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy wears.

Zhuang Qilin didn't know what these things were doing. He picked up the sweater and compared it in front of him. Seeing Xiaomeng walking over in a panic, Zhuang Qilin smiled and asked her, "Grandma, is this for me? The clothes are too big and it will take two years to wear them."

Xiao Meng was a little embarrassed. She said, "If Qilin likes it, grandma will knit a sweater in the future. Tell me what you like, I will do it." She picked up all those things and moved very flustered. She saw Zhuang Qilin begging. As if not daring to be happy, he hurriedly explained, "These clothes have been put on for too many years, and they can't be worn anymore."

Zhuang Qilin nodded in understanding, "Then I want a sweater too." After thinking about it, he said, "I want a tiger pattern."

Xiao Meng replied hurriedly, "Okay, okay! Grandma will do it for you."

While talking, she packed her things, grabbing a long scarf in her hand, Xiao Meng planned to put it away. She pulled it, only to realize that the other end of the scarf was being held by the other. Xiao Meng moved for a while, she turned her head, her eyes followed the big slender hand and she looked

She saw a silent handsome face.

Zhuang Long stared at the knitted scarf in his hand, his eyes deep and heard the movement.

He did not speak, and picked up a hand-made woolen wrist brace on his heel. He put the wrist brace on his wrist, and the size was reasonable.

Zhuang Long raised his arm towards Xiaomeng and said, "I prefer black."

Xiao Meng was stunned, and hurriedly said, "I can do it again for you."

Re-do…

Zhuang Long's expression became serious, and his eyes were filled with the shadows of messy handicrafts. He asked Xiaomeng, "So many things, shouldn't they be a birthday present for me?" He probably counted them, and there were 27. Xiao Meng has been in jail for 28 years and made 27 birthday gifts. This guess is justified.

Because Zhuang Long’s 35th birthday is next month, Xiao Meng may not have time to do it.

Seeing that Zhuang Long could easily guess the purpose of these things, Xiao Meng felt embarrassed. She explained and said, "We are allowed to make some handicrafts in the prison. I have nothing to do. Every year, before and after your birthday, I will do the same.",

She knew that her son had been adopted by others. In order to reassure the adoptive parents, she never dared to send these things out for fear of disturbing his family.

For the mother, consider everything for the child.

These years, these things have always been kept by Xiao Meng, and Quan regards things as an idea.

Zhuang Long did not speak.

In fact, I have a thousand words to say in my heart, but I don’t know where to start.

He put the things in his hand into the box and pulled the small bag next to Zhuang Qilin again. Zhuang Long looked inside and found that there were two pictures with glue on the bottom of the bag. Zhuang Long stretched out his hand and clipped the photo with two long fingers, and he saw himself.

In one photo, he was a child, and he looked only six or seven years old. He seemed to be standing in a courtyard with a woman standing beside him. The woman was wearing a blue dress and long hair, smiling gently at the camera.

The Zhuang Long in the photo is immature, but exquisite and full of cuteness.

He noticed that there was still a hand on his other shoulder. Zhuang Long knew the structure of the human body very well, and he could tell at a glance that it was an adult male hand.