Transmigration in the Book: I Rely on Raising Cubs to Upgrade My System

"Mrs. Zhang is right, this kid's live broadcasts really bring tears to my eyes, he gets up early in the morning, brushes his own teeth, cleans his own face, cooks congee for his sick mother, and now he's wiping the table and trying to mop the floor. ......"

"Oh my, such a small little hand, holding such a big mop, taller than others, so sadistic and sadistic."

The middle-aged woman took the paper towel from her husband and wiped the corners of her eyes.

But soon, her eyes were wet again.

"Oh, this bucket, he can't even carry it!"

The dignified man at the head of the table, finally could not resist, put down his financial magazine in his hand and looked at the tablet in front of her, "It's only a few minutes and you see the story? Imagination is rich."

The middle-aged woman glared at the man, raised her hand for the stylist to pause, and turned her head to pull away the small dumpling the man was about to eat with chopsticks.

"My son is just like you."

"Humanoid machine!"

The corner of the dignified man's mouth twitched, and without arguing with her, he resigned himself to moving his chopsticks to the side of the pickle.

But he took one look at the plate and shook his head.

Women are always emotionally intelligent, unlike men where reason prevails.

There's probably a whole team behind this broadcast, writing a script for the kid and telling him what to do.

After all, the child is incapable, and can not open their own live number.

To be frank, it's all about adult control.

But come on, it's like a drama series, it's a fake story, but women like to watch it, they feel good about it, so the man supports it.

"This screen of yours is too small, and there are so many words, let Zheng give you to connect to the living room TV."

The majestic man spoke out.

"Don't ruin your eyes."

"I'm going out for tea with Mrs. Zhang later."

"I'll ask Zheng to record it for you."

Only then did the middle-aged woman smile, and pushed the small dumpling back.

But soon after, she raised her eyebrows, "Why does this room look familiar ...... a normal model room?"

"Forget it, let's reward the little guy a little, I'll see how much money is left in the account my son gave me."

The majestic man nodded, "If it's not enough, let Zheng tie up your card."

And in Haitang Garden, the sky by the window was finally getting a little brighter.

Lijun quickly washed up, put on casual clothes, and walked out of the room at the time breakfast arrived.

But as soon as he closed the door, he felt his ears suddenly perk up.

The old man said that this was the reaction of someone talking about his body behind his back.

Lijun laughed lightly, putting this feudal and superstitious thought behind him.

However, when he reached the stairs, a rare smile was frozen on his handsome face.

There, in the living room, was Ye Xun.

The little guy was bending over, straining to hold a sponge mop that was much higher than he was.

His head is bowed, and his side is turned to the side, revealing a small white face with a clear eyebrow and small lips that are pale pink, but pursed tightly.

Within a few strokes of the mop, he was breathing a little faster.

The tender little hand, fully open, only a little big, holding a sponge mop thicker than his arm, even if he pouted his buttocks, with the strength of his milk, each time also at most a small distance.

Only barely wet a small piece of the floor, his little body by the weight of the mop, brought straight swinging, wobbling back and forth.

The little guy was downstairs, staring with round black eyes in frustration.

His gills were also bulging.

Lijun was like a violent blow, his chest was penetrated again by an unbearable weight, and the dull pain made him black.

"Little one, what are you doing?"

His voice was dumb as it came out.

This child is up early and still doing chores?

And when Ye Xun heard the voice, he lifted his tender little face, but the mop in his hand did not let go.

"Good morning, uncle."

Li Jun came down the stairs as quickly as he could in this life, trying his best to keep his hands from shaking.

He gently pressed the sponge mop in the child's hand, his voice hoarse.

"Why did you get up so early? Did you get enough sleep?"

"You don't need to clean the house."

It took him several deep breaths to calmly spit out the difficult sentence.

But the moment it was uttered, he still felt a tear in his chest.

Rikun almost felt that this was the peak of pain in his life.

However, in the next second, Ye Xun broke this limit.

"Uncle, I used the kitchen, but I've already wiped that side clean. I'll wash the dishes and the spoon when I'm done eating."

Ye Xun didn't know why Li Jun held him back.

He squeezed the mop handle and tightened his little hand, his little face a little flushed.

"Thank you uncle for helping my mommy yesterday, I'll help you clean the room ......"

Raijun struggled to close his eyes, feeling his blood flow backwards.

He didn't need to.

He really wanted to tell the boy that he didn't need to say thank you.

Everything he did, everything he did for them, for his mother and son, was what he should have done.

Not only do you not need to thank him, but their mother and son should also accuse him ...... of being late for so many years.

"No, uncle will do it himself."

Lijun endured the pain and rubbed the top of the little guy's furry head.

"Where's your mother?"

Speaking of Ye Susu, Ye Xun's little face flashed with a trace of attachment and worry.

"Mummy is still sleeping."

Although her fever has subsided, she is not yet fully recovered.

In the past few days, every time she woke up a little bit at dawn, she woke up to make breakfast.

But today, she was still awake.

Her body must still be a bit uncomfortable.

Ye Xun thought, and deflated in frustration.

Last night, he went to the bathroom to take a bath, and found that the bathtub was cleaner than before, so it must have been cleaned by Mommy.

As she had said before, when you live in a strange uncle's house, you should not dirty the other person's territory, and you should protect and respect the other person properly.

He must have soiled it, and that's why mommy had to work so hard to clean it.

Sickness plus too much hard work, she was just exhausted.

"Uncle, I'll wait for mommy to get up, and then I'll clean the room. I'll get up a little bit early every day, do a little bit, and wait a few days until it's all clean. ......"

Ye Xun hurriedly spoke up.

Ye Susu is not well these days, and she is too tired to do the work.

But he is small, and can't clean such a big place at once.

If Uncle dislikes it, will he get angry at the territory being soiled and drive them away, just like Mommy said?

His little face gets a little nervous when he thinks about it.

"The second floor of the small bookshelf, small carpet over there, I did not play, and the outside planting flowers in the soil, I have not stepped in, I did not dirty them ...... I ...... over there will not be cleaned. "

When Ye Xun said that, his little face became a little pink, embarrassedly pinching the seam of the side of his little pants.

He only cares about the places he's been, will uncle think he's stingy?

But he couldn't finish it.

Just now, he stood in front of a large glass wall on the floor, looked into the small garden, and couldn't close his mouth in surprise.

The small garden with flowers outside was at least two or three times the size of his and Ye Susu's room!

If he doesn't go to kindergarten, he can't even finish cleaning, right?

Ye Xun nervously looked up at Li Jun.

At this moment, Lijun knew that the pain in his heart had no end.

He squatted down with great difficulty, on a level with the brave and shy gaze of the little beast of a child, and spoke very seriously.

"You can go play in those places."

"Even if it gets dirty, it's okay, uncle doesn't need you to clean it."

Ye Xun bit his lip, his grape black eyes flashed with a little stubbornness.

He was small, uncle didn't need him to do this.

But if he doesn't do it, he'll have to have mommy do it, because mommy is an adult and has to bear the burden of these household chores.

But ...... But, Yessusu has to earn money, pick up and drop him off, and cook for him during the day, and she has no time off to mess with him.

Only if he helps off a little bit, it will be easier for mommy.

"Mm."

Ye Xun gently responded, dropping her small shoulders, avoiding the sight of Li Jun.

Uncle won't understand.

Because uncle is an adult.

And uncle's mother, it's probably not that hard.

So, uncle doesn't understand why he did it.

But Ye Xun was apparently used to not arguing with people, stoically and silently accepting what others said.

So he didn't argue.

But his reluctant little face, in the eyes of the man who had learned to negotiate and to read people's words since childhood, where would he not be able to read.

"Little one, if uncle is wrong, can you tell uncle?"

Ruijun reached out his hand and pushed away the broken hair that covered Ye Xun's dark grape eyes.

Ye Xun was startled, and her small face slowly lifted in surprise.

Lijun tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle also wants a chance to try to correct his mistakes."

"Can you help uncle?"

Ye Xun purses his small mouth.

He looked down again at his small slippers that were tied together.

Compared to his uncle's big slippers, they are really much smaller.

But all of them are blue.

Thinking about yesterday's uncle looking for medicine for Ye Susu, and helping him carry Ye Susu to the bed, his small face was a little hesitant, but still slowly nodded.

Lijun's face was relaxed.

But the next moment, he got an arrow in his knee.

"Because I don't want mommy to work."

Ye Xun lifted his chin, and his eyes, which had always been shy, were now much brighter and more determined.

"I can't stop Uncle from making Mummy work, but I'm going to help Mummy do it."

Li Jun almost stumbled to his knees.

"I didn't make her-"

He blurted it out.

But the little baby in front of him was clearly full of disbelief.

"I'm a child, but if Mommy is an adult, Uncle will think she's a lazy cat, dirty and doesn't respect the rules of the world. At first, uncle can tolerate it, but after a long time, uncle will not be able to tolerate it and will hate her, look at her and want to get rid of her."

"I-"

Lijun also wanted to deny it, but his appearance suddenly changed several times.

Not long ago, he did think she was lazy and unmotivated.

Very well.

His heart doesn't hurt anymore, but his knee ...... hurts!

Ye Xun saw this expression on his face and read it.

In a moment of struggle, escaping from his two hands, he turned around and picked up the heavy mop, again with a lot of strength, and dragged it hard to the edge of the sofa.

"Uncle, just wait a minute to mess with me."

Rikun closed his eyes and let out all the cloudy air in his chest.

Taking a step forward, he held his small body, which had been brought askew and wobbly by the large mop.

"I won't let her do her chores."

"Ye seek, I won't let her do her chores anymore."

He attached himself to the body, almost cradling the little one in his arms.

"I promise."

"Uncle promises."

"At no time will your mommy and you, have to do any chores in this house ......"

"I don't dislike it, I don't hate it, I don't think ...... you guys are lazy and dirty."

The cell phone screen, placed next to the screen, has been floating red.

A pile of tearful symbols filled the screen on the spot.

But soon, a dog-headed expression came later.

[Uncle this ......emmm, sorry I thought wrong (dog head)].

The most important thing is to make sure that you have a good understanding of the situation.

Uncle kneeled too fast, where are your knees (dog's head)?

[Don't ask, just ask is love!

[Anytime, in this house'? Hehehehe, Uncle's words seem to reveal his heart (dog's head)].

Be confident and remove the word 'as if'.].

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