Chapter 653

Ji Zhengting's face sank. "I want to eat prawns." Fortunately, a move was left.

“…… There are only six prawns. Let's divide them into two Look, you're still here.

Just, small steamed stuffed bun suddenly comes out a, let already win Song Qing City direct vomit blood.

"Mommy, I can make one for Dad."

“……”

……

Finally, the small dining table was surrounded by three adults and a small bun.

Before, when Xin Yue was there, there were three adults and a small bun. But at that time, it was not as crowded as today!

Song Qingcheng seems to be sitting there calmly. In fact, he is sitting like a needle.

I've never been more embarrassed than at this moment.

But some people, from the beginning to the end, are indifferent and show their love for their son.

Su Yu is undoubtedly the most embarrassed one.

Neither going nor staying. So embarrassed suffering.

Fortunately, Su Yu answered the phone on the way. It seemed that something was wrong. I just heard Su Yu say, "come here right away." then I hung up.

"What's the matter, Su Yu?" Song Qingcheng saw that he seemed to have something, so she stood up and asked him.

"I have something to do at the moment. I have to come over." Su Yu has taken his coat from the hanger.

"In a hurry? I haven't finished my meal yet. " Song Qingcheng, please be polite.

"I've almost eaten. Your cooking has improved a lot." Su Yu praised her as he put on his coat.

"Don't make fun of me. I'm much worse than you." Song Qingcheng was quite modest.

"Well, I won't tell you. I'll be right there." Su Yu said to her, and then said to the people inside: "you have a good time. I'll treat you another day and cook in person."

"Oh, well, uncle Su is the kitchen god." Xiaobaozi stood up and cheered happily.

"Gone." Su Yu finally said a word to song Qingcheng.

"I'll see you off." Song Qingcheng follows him out.

Today, he wanted to invite Su Yu to dinner, and he cooked himself, so he was more sincere. As a result, song Qingcheng couldn't say how sorry she was.

Seeing Su Yu off, song Qingcheng returns to the house. Looking at the father and son who ate Zhengxiang, she was angry and funny.

"Mommy, come and eat it. This is the prawn that Daddy peeled for you." Xiaobaozi brought her a small plate full of shrimps.

Song Qingcheng looked at the shrimp on the plate, and then at the man who was seriously peeling the shrimp. I thought to myself: don't think that she will be depressed and won't trouble him.

"Mr. Ji, did you throw away my slippers?" This is the first thing to ask him.

"No!" Because he let the bun throw it.

"You didn't throw them. Can the slippers in the shoe cabinet run on their own long legs?" Song Qingcheng certainly didn't believe it, and he could only have done it.

"Mommy, I saw the mice running out of the cupboard." Xiaobaozi worried that Daddy would shake himself out, so he began to think of ways to save himself.

"Mouse?" Song Qingcheng's face turned white with fright, and he hurriedly looked around. She is most afraid of mice. If there were, she might not be able to live here.

However, the things at home are just a little bit clean. How can there be mice?

"Did you really see it?" Song Qingcheng is not sure to ask xiaobaozi.

Xiaobaozi nodded guilty, "I saw the mouse gnawing slippers in the pit. Maybe the slippers have been eaten up by the mouse."

Song Qingcheng's heart was still in his throat just now. When he heard the words of baozi, his face came down and his voice soared up, "song, please!"

"Mommy, I'll never lie again. I threw that slipper away." The small steamed stuffed bun shrinks behind PA Bi, pitifully admits his mistake.

There's no way. Mommy song taught him not to lie from childhood. But I threw a panic that I didn't believe. I felt so shameful. Next time, I'll give you a decent one.

"I told the kids to throw it." Ji Zhengting is eager to protect his son and has the courage to take responsibility.

"Mr. Ji, it's really naive of you to behave like this. They just bought two pairs of men's slippers. They bought them together with women's slippers. Buy one and get one free. Do you need to be so stingy? " Song Qingcheng sat down on the chair in a huff.

The more you think about it, the more angry you are.

I really lost to the father and son.

Ji Zhengting seems to have not heard her accusation, enjoying the pleasure of a little woman cooking for herself.

Song Qingcheng said a few words again, and then found that he was playing the lute to a cow, so he just shut up and save some saliva.

……

After lunch, Ji Zhengting took a nap with his children. Song Qingcheng cleaned up the dishes, cleaned up the kitchen, and put the dirty clothes into the washing machine. Then he cleaned up again, busy all afternoon.

She was busy for a while and would go to the door to see what was going on inside. One big and one small, sleeping soundly.Suddenly feel, such a simple and comfortable life, is also a kind of happiness.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, song Qingcheng finished her work and sat on the sofa to have a rest. Looking at the clean and bright house, I feel satisfied.

A small house is good. It's much more convenient to clean.

As soon as she picked up her mobile phone, she planned to swipe her microblog. As a result, news came from the room. She thought that xiaobaozi was awake, so she put down the phone and stood up.

However, it was not xiaobaozi who woke up, but he came out.

He looked much better after a sleep. So, he still didn't have a good rest.

Song Qingcheng saw him close the door again, it seems that the child is not awake.

Ji Zhengting took a look at her and went to the bathroom. Song Qingcheng sat back on the sofa and continued to brush the microblog.

Five minutes later, the door of the bathroom was opened, and Ji Zhengting came out, "do you have an iron?"

“……” Song Qingcheng looked at it as playing with a mobile phone, but when she heard what he said, she was stunned again. Iron? She really didn't have it here. She looked at him. It should be that his shirt was a little wrinkled when he just went to bed.

Ji Zhengting looked at her expression and knew that she had not.

Even if it's not serious.

"The Housekeeper will pick up the children in the evening." Ji Zhengting dropped his words and walked towards the door. It seemed that he was going to leave.

"Wait a minute..." Song Qingcheng put down his mobile phone and stood up. Ji Zhengting stopped and looked at her. Song Qingcheng went into the bathroom and came out with a wet towel in his hand. She wiped his wrinkled shirt with a wet towel.

"I'll blow it for you with a hair dryer, or you'll catch a cold easily." Song Qingcheng talks to him.

The cloth quality of his clothes is very good. It's not easy to wrinkle, so it's smooth after a little water rubbing and drying. But he didn't even wear a coat, and his shirt was a little wet. It was so cold outside that he must catch a cold when he went out.