Chapter 592

They just want to enjoy the time when mom and dad are here!

What else does song Qingcheng want to say, but his father is better than this.

Ji Zhengting squeezed over and took the bun from her hand. "It's been a long time today, and I'll catch a cold if I wash it again."

"All right." Song Dabi's soft voice is super effective for baozi.

Ji Zhengting fished the bun out of the water. Song Qingcheng quickly drew a children's bath towel and wrapped it on the bun. Ji Zhengting held him and left the bathroom.

Song Qingcheng stayed to clean up the bathroom.

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When song Qingcheng came out of the bathroom, xiaobaozi had already put on his pajamas and sat by the bed. Ji Zhengting was blowing his hair for him.

Look at her heart, such a warm picture.

She didn't go to disturb them until Ji Zhengting's hair dryer stopped. She put away her extra emotion and walked over.

"I'm going to bed. It's very late." Song Qingcheng came over, lifted the quilt, and the steamed stuffed bun went in and lay down.

"Mommy song, are you going to leave again?" Small steamed buns nest in the soft quilt, showing a small head asked her.

Song Qingcheng knew what the child was thinking, but she didn't know what would happen next, so she couldn't give the child a definite answer. She just said, "Mommy is watching you sleep."

"I fell asleep and Mommy left, right?" Although xiaobaozi is small, she is also a typical person. Xiaoguida knows that she is avoiding problems.

The Song dynasty fell silent.

She didn't want to cheat the children.

"No, your mommy is living here today." Ji Zhengting is already on the other side of the bed, bending over and pinching the child's quilt.

"Really?" There are surprises and worries in the eyes of xiaobaozi. Worrying about daddy is just putting himself to sleep.

Ji Zhengting did not immediately give the child an answer, but looked at his own song Qingcheng. Song Qingcheng seems to know what he wants to say, "Ji Zhengting..."

"Adults don't cheat children." Ji Zhengting directly ignored her words, serious and serious back to the son's words.

"Long live Dad!" Baozi raised his chubby fist.

Ji Zhengting smiles, and then puts his face together to ask for a kiss. Xiaobaozi and he already have a tacit understanding. He raised his head and "booed" on his face. Ji Zhengting also gave him a good night kiss on xiaobaozi's forehead.

"Daddy, you're going to sleep with me." Xiaobaozi subconsciously moved a place for him to come out.

"Please, Mommy will sleep with you." Without waiting for Ji Zhengting to reply, song Qingcheng directly lay down beside xiaobaozi.

This is obviously the rhythm of declaring sovereignty!

Xiaobaozi blinks at the active song Mami, and then looks at Song Dabi who has been robbed of the throne. And then, see song PA than also took off his shoes to bed.

Er

Is this the meaning of a family reunion?

Small steamed stuffed bun a heart excited already don't know how to express, as if tonight will insomnia Oh!

Because it's a children's bed, it's only one meter five wide. Moreover, Ji Zhengting has already widened the size of xiaobaozi. Because xiaobaozi says that he is more active when he sleeps, he is worried that xiaobaozi will fall down, so it is widened.

However, he was surprised that he could sleep alone. After all, it's less than three years old.

A one meter five bed can be regarded as a big Kang for a three-year-old, but for two adults and a small bun, it can only be regarded as tatami.

And it's small.

So, song Qingcheng leaned on the head of the bed, almost could smell the man's good smell clearly, even his breath.

Or the same as three years, or so familiar, or so infatuated

The sadness and bitterness in her heart almost engulfed her. However, just now, she volunteered to lie down with her child. Is it too embarrassing for her to get up again?

So, even if it's dead, it's going to last until the child falls asleep.

"I'm so happy. I also have daddy and mommy to sleep with." Xiaobaozi holds Ji Zhengting's hand in one hand and song Qingcheng's hand in the other. He says happily and contentedly.

Song Qingcheng's heart was not good at all. When he was told by baozi, his sad eyes were full of heat. Lift an eye, bump into Ji Zhengting that pair of deep eye ground.

His eyes are like the vast starry sky, which can suck people in; at the moment, it also contains a lot of complex feelings. At one glance, song Qingcheng's vision was staggered.

Dare not go deeper to explore those complex feelings in his eyes.

Fortunately, xiaobaozi really went to bed soon. But when I fell asleep, I held their hands tightly and refused to let go.

Song Qingcheng moved a little, and baozi's hand tightened, as if he knew she was going. She is also reluctant to give up small steamed stuffed bun. She is used to sleeping in her arms every day. When she suddenly leaves, she is no better than small steamed stuffed bun.He stayed with baozi for a while. When he fell asleep, he pulled out his hand successfully. She put the child's hand into the quilt and pinched the corner.

At the same time, Ji Zhengting has already pulled out her hand, just like her, putting the hand of the steamed stuffed bun into the quilt.

Song Qingcheng comforted the child, took a deep look at the child, then picked up his bag, turned around and left.

But the next moment, a heavy wrist, the whole person was pulled. She slightly surprised, sideways looked at his wrist hand, and looked at him, "let go."

The voice of the mouth was low, worried that it would disturb the child, but the tone was cold.

Ji Zhengting thought of her with that Su Yu, the bottom of his heart can not control the anger, so not only did not let go, but also added strength. Just now that loving face, this will also become cold down.

Especially before seeing her twinkling of an eye, she was still reluctant to give up all kinds of steamed stuffed buns, but after twinkling of an eye, she was ruthless and didn't want to go back. It made him feel that his children had changed.

Become learned to camouflage, become cruel, become strange

Song Qingcheng saw that he didn't respond, but he didn't speak. He was a little annoyed. He still thinks of himself as the child of three years? Is it soft to be scared by him? Is it scared by him?

Then he was wrong!

She is still the Song Dynasty, but she is no longer the Song Dynasty.

He refused to let go. In a fit of anger, she made an effort to free her hand from him. But I heard him hiss.

Song Qingcheng almost raised his feet, suddenly stopped and looked back at him. I saw him holding the wrist of the other hand in one hand, frowning. His face was not very good, and he seemed to be in pain.

All of a sudden she thought of those on his hands. Eyes fell on his hand again, and found a bright red thing flowing down his fingers.

It's blood!