"Song, please, I advise you to take back what you said just now, otherwise I'll record what you said just now and show it to your wife in the future, so that you can't marry any wife." Song Qingcheng threatened xiaobaozi.

He is determined to get rid of his bad idea of not being single-minded.

"If I can't get married, I can only live with mommy song all my life." Xiaobaozi sat on the sofa, his short legs cocked up, and he was shaking.

“……” This ghost is getting smaller and smaller.

Song Qingcheng is too lazy to fight with baozi. If it goes on and on, she won't be able to pack up today.

After that, Xinyue goes down with the steamed stuffed bun, and song Qingcheng cleans up at home.

……

At about 4 p.m., Su Yu finally came back from big shopping.

Song Qingcheng was shocked to see the big and small bags he bought. "Su Yu, didn't you empty the supermarket?"

Su Yu replied solemnly, "absolutely not. What I bought are all necessities. Look, these are quilts and silk; these are mattresses, pillows and children's pillows; but I didn't buy Bedspreads, because I don't know much about them, and the supermarket ones are not very good-looking. These are household slippers, two for men and two for women, and two for children. These are toilet toiletries, these are kitchen supplies, and these are food and drink... "

Su Yu introduced her one by one. In the end, song Qingcheng didn't know what to say.

I always know that Su Yu is a very considerate and housekeeper. But she didn't think that he was more than a housekeeper? It's like an absolutely qualified housekeeper.

"Don't be stunned. Hurry to get in. When I look back, I think we're doing something! " Su Yu saw that she was stunned, so he talked to her.

He found that there was another family on the other side of the road, which was good. If anything happened, he could take care of each other.

"Su Yu, I don't know how to thank you." Song Qingcheng came back and said as she was packing up.

For Su Yu's help over the years, I really can't use the word "thank you". More gratitude, more gratitude.

Thank him for all kinds of help, thank God for letting her meet him.

They have just packed everything into the room, and Xin Yue comes back with the bun. Both of them looked very cold. Outside the door, song Qingcheng heard their voice shaking with cold.

"Wow! What's the situation? " When Xin Yue came in, she saw that everything was in a mess and there was no place to stay.

"Wait a minute. I'll clean this side. Don't trip you." Song Qingcheng quickly put the things on the ground aside and set aside a way.

"You take this first." Xin Yue hands her two bags.

"What is this?" Song Qingcheng asked her as she reached for it.

"I think these two six piece sets are not bad. I'll buy them for you by the way. Anyway, you need to buy them when you move to a new house."

Song Qingcheng just wanted to take her and kiss her hard, "you're so good at icing on the cake. Just now Su Yu said that he bought me quilts and didn't sell bed covers. "

I didn't expect Xinyue to be bought. It's so good!

"Then I'm not doing anything for nothing." Xin Yue sat down on the sofa and walked for two hours. As expected, she felt much more comfortable.

"What's the trouble? Didn't cause you any trouble? "

"Mommy song, every time you say I'm in trouble, you make me lose face!" Xiaobaozi is chewing chocolate, which will not be aware of the mouth and cheek are black chocolate, but also face unhappy complaints.

Song Qingcheng looks back at him and laughs. But he soon began to face up and said, "song, please, you're eating chocolate again!"

Xiaobaozi's teeth have been found to have signs of tooth decay. He has been told so many times that he still dares to eat it?!

"I didn't steal. I'm just stealing now. But it's licensed by godmother. She says eating chocolate will make you feel better. "

Song Qingcheng gives him a silent look.

And eat openly. Thanks to him.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Song Qingcheng asked him again.

"Of course it's not good, and it's very bad."

"Tell me about it. How come you are in a bad mood?"

Xiaobaozi sighed with exaggeration and his head drooped. "I Miss Song's father so much!"

“……” The Song dynasty fell silent.

I wouldn't have asked so much if I had known.

……

After Ji Zhengting called xiaobaozi in the afternoon, he fell into bed and slept until 9 p.m.

When I wake up, I'm still in a daze. Looking at the room is full of traces left by children, as if, and heard a small bun that tender and pleasant voice of milk.

He sleeps in the same bed as a bun. There is also a fragrant smell of steamed buns on the bed, mixed with the taste of a woman.

Well, his child, the taste is still so charming and familiar.Although I just met my child, the appearance of baozi has been in his mind for a long time It's been a long time.

Once so fantasy can see one side, even if it is just a glance. However, every impulse was defeated by the ruthless reality.

So, he endured it to this day.

The child is more like himself than he imagined, and more lovely, tall and smart than he imagined

No doubt, it is the best gift from God.

I just hope that this happiness can coexist like this all the time.

The more I think about it, the more I keep smiling and smiling. He has a kind of impulse to rush to get the steamed buns back.

Suddenly, a bell suddenly rings, in this quiet night, it seems very abrupt.

Ji Zhengting frowned.

Seems to be very impatient, this is not the time to call.

The ring of the telephone is ringing all the time, which makes people more irritable. He reached over to the head of the bed, grabbed the phone under his pillow and took it to have a look. The phone screen is particularly dazzling in this dark space. He squints at the incoming call.

Seeing the caller, he was stunned.

He didn't answer the phone immediately, but after a while, when the phone was about to hang up, he picked it up and stuck it in his ear, "what's the matter?"

"Boss, are you on the phone?" A female voice came from the phone. It was Lu Qing's voice.

"Say something."

"How's your son? Has the fever subsided? " Lu Qingxian asked with concern.

"How do you know it's a son?" Didn't he say his son had a fever last night?

"I won't tell you that when your son was born, I knew before you." It's time for Lu Qing to show off.

“……” Ji Zhengting is very upset.

"It's useless for you to chop down Lu tingchuan with a knife. Anyway, he told me first." Because when song Qingcheng was in labor, she encountered a small problem, so Lu tingchuan asked her for help.