“A few days ago, the Golden Hairpin Jewellery Awards came to a successful conclusion in Hounslow, the final winner of the Best Design Award was a young girl of just twelve years old, shocking the jewelry design world, and various jewelry companies have extended an olive branch to this talented designer …”
In the living room of the villa, the TV was playing the news of the day.
Before you finish playing, you will be directly changed the channel, the speed of this change is quite a bit of gambling in the meaning.
“Hey, I haven’t finished reading it, what companies are extending olive branches to Qiu Li, listen to it.”
Aily turned around with the remote control in her hand and saw Amelia Bright standing on the stairs, looking interested and wondering how long she had been down, as if she had come to watch the fun on purpose.
“What’s there to see? She wouldn’t be hitching a ride on these businesses if she wasn’t brain-dead.”
When she finished, she set aside the remote control, took the school bag on the sofa, and pretended not to care, saying
“I’m off to class, you can read it yourself if you want.”
“No more breakfast?”
“Satiated.” Aily’s gamboling voice came from afar.
Amelia Bright leaned against the stairs and teasingly watched the young girl’s back with a smirk.
The past two years, the little girl these two years scampering scampering extremely fast, it seems to be taller than yourself.
The smell of fried eggs from the kitchen distracted her.
Farren Austin was busy in the kitchen in a simple white T and black pants, tied with a navy striped apron, with a ‘twenty-four good husband’ look.
Through the kitchen window, you can see the soft light of the early morning hitting his back, and the whole man carries his own aura of light.
Amelia Bright paced in, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and lazily lay on his back.
“What’s cooking?”
Farren Austin, spatula still in hand, lifted his hand, “Frying bacon, sure you don’t want to get out of the way? You’re going to be talking about it later when the oil splashes on you.”
Amelia Bright stayed put, “It’s okay, we can wash the clothes when they get dirty anyway.”
At that, Farren Austin sighed helplessly and
“Yeah, I’ll wash it.”
Two years ago Farren Austin was disciplined by his superiors in the military, suspended for a full year at home, that year developed the habit of taking care of all the household chores, even after the official reinstatement, the work of the family is his work became a very natural thing.
Amelia Bright rubbed against his back, “You seem to be very reluctant ah, or not to wash, put it away.”
“Leave it, you wash it?”
“You can leave it, I’ll wash it.”
“Forget it,” Farren Austin sighed again, “I’ll do it, you go wash up first, we’ll eat later, and we still have to take Ann to the nursery.”
The work that Amelia Bright said she was put to do often ends up in a pool of bowls that accumulate, and a basket of clothes that accumulate, and finally Farren Austin just can’t look past it, or he finishes.
In order to avoid a mountain of dirty clothes pots and pans at home, he’d better do it himself.
Amelia Bright stayed on his back for a while longer, before dragging herself upstairs to wash up.
Brush your teeth when you look at yourself inside the mirror, it seems to have rounded a lot again, a little demoralized.
This is summer, the weight is still not down, every day yelling about weight loss, half the results are not, yesterday attended a dinner party to take a group photo, was Bohdi Olson saw, directly a relentless ridicule.
Although the photo is photogenic problem, right, but she is indeed fat.
Farren Austin now no longer need to go to the front, peacefully as a military commander, usually free to study recipes, not only she, even the three-year-old little An An also grew round, like a glutinous rice dumplings.
“Ugh…”
Sigh from the bottom of your heart.
“Mommy.”
A milky voice came from the room, Amelia Bright gripped her teeth, not bothering to pay attention, only displeased to respond, slurred
“Well, Mommy’s brushing her teeth, so go get Daddy.”
In the bedroom, the little dumpling slid off the bed and stomped to the bathroom door with small steps, his little fat hands rubbing his eyes with a drowsy look.
“Mommy, I haven’t washed my face.”
The three-year-old girl was wearing one-piece cow pajamas, leaning in a tiny ball on the door frame, looking up at Amelia Bright with a round face.
This girl was raised where all the flesh, even the middle of the five fingers are a small nest of flesh, just like the hair of the bun.
Amelia Bright squatted down with her toothbrush in her mouth, looked at her with a crooked head, and said in a serious way
“Anon, you are three years old, you are a big kid, and you will be starting kindergarten soon, so you need to learn to wash your face and brush your teeth by yourself.”
“You have to send yourself to kindergarten to wash your face and brush your teeth?” Little Ann’s eyebrows wrinkled up.
“Yeah, if you can’t wash your face and brush your teeth, no kindergarten will want you, and you still want to play with other kids?”
Little Ann said sharply.
“Think.”
“Then you’ll have to learn that, starting with brushing your teeth,”
With that, Amelia Bright took her little frog toothbrush and shoved it into her hand, encouraging, “Go ahead.”
Little Ann was hesitant and about to stuff her toothbrush into her mouth when her little meaty hand was held by a large hand from behind.
A familiar voice came from overhead that
“Playing with the child again, she is only three years old, you let her brush her own teeth easily.”
The plan fell through, Amelia Bright made a look of innocence and spread her hands, “I still want to develop An An’s independence early!”
“You’re just lazy.”
Farren Austin hit the nail on the head.
When Ann first learned to talk, Amelia Bright hated to let her eat on her own, and when she first learned to walk, she hated to let her go out on her own, which is frankly lazy.
On the contrary, Farren Austin, who did not want children at the beginning, has become a full-time good father, with his daughter’s daughter on his mind every day, and cannot stop for a moment.
Amelia Bright is used to her husband’s relentless demolition, and after rinsing her mouth and washing her face, she slowly applies her face and makeup, while watching Farren Austin wash her baby girl.
When he had finished washing his daughter and her makeup was finished, a very natural reach
“Come on, Anon, mommy hold, go choose a pretty dress to wear.”
As soon as she heard that she was going to wear a beautiful dress, little Ann lit up and jumped into Amelia Bright’s arms in a very cooperative manner.
“Wearing a new skirt!”
Her old father, who had just worked so hard to serve her washing up, was just left behind mercilessly.
Amelia Bright left with her daughter in her arms without any effort, and asked her daughter in a deliberate demonstration with Farren Austin.
“Baby, is Mommy good, or Daddy good!”
“Well–”
“Mommy bought you a new skirt oh, the same as Princess Elsa.”
“Hello mommy!”
“One kiss.”
“Barf.”
Looking at the back of this mother and daughter, Farren Austin helpless smile, cold eyebrows into a light smile, almost all the tenderness of this life are used in the body of these two women in front of you.
“Don’t take too long to change, breakfast is getting cold.”
“Got it.” Amelia Bright muttered from the dressing room, “Look baby, daddy is so nosy, it’s better to be mommy!”
A certain little traitor nodded earnestly as he hugged the same dress as Princess Elsa.
“Hmm.”