"The Modern Young Prince-in-law of the Husband's Family

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"Yeah!" Yang Mingyi came closer, and his eyes fell on the sweet boy with a red face who was still sleeping in his arms.
　　Brother Zhao handed Guaizi slightly, and Guaizi's whole face was exposed.
　　Yang Mingyi was surprised by what he saw and couldn't help but poke his face gently.
　　As soon as the fingertips touched, a warm and soft touch came, like poking cotton.
　　Unable to control himself, he poked again.
　　At this moment, he finally understood why Fang Zichen loved kissing the boy so much. It was so soft and must taste good.
　　The little boy's mouth wriggled a few times, his brows folded, his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up.
　　Yang Mingyi was startled, and his heart was raised. He was about to take back his hand, but was caught by the good boy.
　　Yang Mingyi didn't have many opportunities to come into contact with such young children, but it wasn't impossible.
　　In previous years, when Mrs. Yang celebrated her birthday, there would always be people bringing their children. They were tired and swaying on the road, and the children would often fall asleep on the carriage. When they arrived outside Yang's house, they would be taken down and moved to another place, and the children would immediately start crying. He got up and screamed. The adults were in a hurry and couldn't coax him.
　　Seeing how frightened he was, Brother Zhao smiled and said, "It's okay." As
　　soon as he finished speaking, the good boy rubbed his eyes with his other hand, and then slowly opened his eyes.

　　"...Yang Zhu?" Guaizi was happy to see Yang Mingyi. Even though they hadn't seen each other for a long time, he still remembered it.
　　The good boy laughed: "Are you Simo at my house? Are you here to see the good boy?"
　　Brother Zhao picked him up and said, "You are sleepy, look where you are."
　　The good boy was still holding on to him. Yang Mingyi pointed his finger and looked around.
　　Brother Zhao has almost never been here at the Yamen. In the past, he would go directly to West Street to set up a stall after entering the county gate.
　　If you need to buy anything, it's only on East Street.
　　The "important place" of the yamen is sacred and majestic. Brother Zhao is as busy as a top every day. After selling the hot sauce, he has to rush back, wash clothes, chop peppers, and break garlic. The work is fully arranged, and there is no idle moment. Even if he is not busy, He wouldn't take his good boy to hang out here either.
　　Guaizi looked unfamiliar all around, and there were many people lined up not far away, so he squeezed Yang Mingyi's hand tightly.
　　"Daddy..." Guaizi asked, "Where is father?"
　　Brother Zhao said perfunctorily: "Father is busy."
　　"Oh!" Guaizi got off his arms: "Well, good boy, be good!"
　　He said After landing, he hugged Yang Mingyi's calf again, raised his head, and his big black eyes were full of excitement: "Yang Zhu, I miss you so much, do you want to be a good boy?"
　　Yang Mingyi pursed his lips: "· ·····Think."
　　Guaizi laughed, hearing this made him happy.
　　What Yang Mingyi said is true.
　　Although he only stayed with Guaizi for one afternoon, he was left speechless several times by Guaizi, which left a deep impression on him.
　　The good boy went to hold his hand, and Yang Mingyi leaned down and picked up the good boy.
　　The little brother's frame is smaller than that of a man, and Yang Mingyi is thinner. Brother Zhao said: "He is heavy, don't burden you." Yang Mingyi shook his head slightly: "It's okay." Brother
　　Zhao
　　took one from the basket on his back. The bun was handed to Guaizi, but Guaizi didn't take it: "Daddy, have you eaten?"
　　Brother Zhao said, "Yes."
　　"Where's Uncle Yang?" Guaizi asked again.
　　Yang Mingyi's expression was still cold, but his eyes were softer: "I've eaten too." "
　　Thank you, dad~" The good boy took the bun and started to eat it.
　　Yang Mingyi saw him holding a bun that was bigger than his face and chewing on it, and couldn't help but feel funny: "Can you finish it?" "You can eat it!" The
　　good boy said: "Don't waste it if you can't finish it. Wrap it for daddy and keep it. Eat at noon."
　　Brother Zhao originally wanted to wait for Fang Zichen to come out, but now he saw that he hadn't come out for a long time. He had already reached the point where the stall was set up. Yesterday, a customer made a time with him to buy chili sauce, and it was almost here now. The agreed point cannot wait any longer.
　　He told Yang Mingyi and asked him to help look after the ox cart. Yang Mingyi had nothing to do and agreed.
　　Brother Zhao went to carry the basket on the ox cart, and the good boy was put on the ground. He said to Yang Mingyi: "Yang Zhu, the good boy wants to sell delicious chili sauce birds with his father. The good boy wants to make a lot of money to study for his father. He is busy. I'm busy. When my dear boy is free, he will bring a gift to see you."
　　"...Okay." Yang Mingyi said.
　　Brother Zhao had just led the boy away when Fang Zichen happened to come out of the Yamen with the village chief and others.