Chapter 659

“……” Baozi was crying. People don't want to sleep separately with Mommy, just this evening, "Mommy, I just want to try it tonight, if not, I still want to sleep with mommy."

"What do you mean no?"

"That is I may not meet the standards of a little man Anyway, it means not to sleep separately with mommy in the future.

Song Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, and his secretive eyes balked at the steamed stuffed bun. He spoke coldly, "song, please!"

"To..." The steamed stuffed bun shrank in the quilt, even the voice became soft.

"Not to tell the truth?" Song Qingcheng has a cold face.

Xiaobaozi shakes. He really can't tell lies. He can only tell from the facts, "Daddy is invited to dinner by me. I promise daddy that I will give mommy to Daddy tonight."

“……” Song Qingcheng only felt a flame running up his forehead.

"Mommy, I'm wrong. I'll never give mommy to anyone else." Baozi hugs mommy and admits his mistake.

Song Qingcheng didn't calm down. He pushed away the steamed stuffed bun and went to bed.

Xiaobaozi looks at her mother with her back to her, so sad. At the door, a dark shadow appeared there. Xiaobaozi looked at it, and it was song Dabi.

If he messes up, will song babi come to beat himself up?

However, song Dabi didn't look like he was going to beat people up, "Dabi, are you coming to sleep with us?"

If you don't help daddy do good things and leave daddy behind, can you make up for it?

Ji Zhengting looks at the angry little woman and winks at her son. Xiaobaozi is very smart, and immediately understands the intention of Dabi.

"Mommy, you should sleep towards me and give my father a place." Baozi is lying on mommy and talking to her.

"Why should I let you? You have to let yourself It's not like she left people behind.

“…… I'm a man compared with my father. Men want to protect women like mommy. " Baozi continued.

Song Qingcheng didn't listen and directly pulled the quilt into the quilt.

Xiaobaozi has no choice. He looks at Dabi sympathetically.

Ji Zhengting turned off the light and lay down with his son in his arms.

……

In the middle of the night, Ji Zhengting opens his eyes and looks at his son who is sleeping soundly in his arms through the dim light. The little guy really doesn't look like himself.

Think about the future, there is a person in the world who looks like himself. Even if there is something wrong with him, at least he can place his thoughts on his children.

His eyes turned to the little woman next to him. Maybe she was tired, and she fell asleep. He picked up the bun, turned over and changed position with it.

Put the bun away, he turned over and hugged the little woman. She seems to be able to smell the smell of him, or maybe there is dependence in her heart. He reaches over and she leans over.

It's like a good baby, nestling in his chest. He raised his hand to pluck the hair on her cheek and stroked her face. The love in his heart grew bigger and bigger The wider, the bigger

Embrace her arm, unconsciously tight tight, tight as if to rub her into his body. Only she can fill his restlessness, helplessness and hesitation

He had never been so helpless as he was now. This kind of feeling is not good, very bad. Although he doesn't like it, he still can't dispel those bad emotions.

Song Qingcheng is sleepy. She suddenly feels that she is going to be out of breath. She moves and wants to get out of the bundle. Suddenly, she realizes the different temperatures of men

He held himself in his arms, and he held him so tightly So tight

Tight, she can't breathe. Tight, she doesn't feel her blood flowing.

What happened to him?

This kind of phenomenon, let her first feeling is uneasy.

"Ji Zhengting..." She called him softly. Guess he had a nightmare?

Ji Zhengting in her voice back to God, the arm subconsciously loose. In the dark, her soft voice is more and more unreal.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Song Qingcheng knew that he heard himself.

"Qing Cheng..." Ji Zhengting also called her softly.

"What's the matter with you?" Song Qingcheng felt that he had something on his mind.

He sighed, "just want to hold you."

"Are you hiding something from me?"

"Well."

Song Qingcheng's chest was tight, "but Can you tell me? "

When he spoke again, his voice changed slightly.

However, this question has not been answered for a long time. She felt more and more uneasy, listening to him say: "sleep!"

Two words, gently soft, like feathers from the heart across that, let her chest that uneasy heart, slightly calm some. She took his hand and closed her eyes again.I don't know how long it took to sleep again.

She only knew that when she was sleepy, someone kissed her forehead; her bleary eyes opened and saw him kissing the child.

That picture, like a dream, is not real at all.

Close your eyes and go to sleep again.

Then she had a dream. Dream of their family of three in a prairie full of flowers, happy to fly a kite. Suddenly, the kite in her hand broke the line and flew away.

She went after it like hell. Chase Chase Chase

But no matter how she chased, she was only one step short of catching up. She cried anxiously and wanted to call Ji Zhengting back to help her chase the kite, but she found that there was only one child left on the grassland

The child sat alone in the grass crying for his father

She went to him like crazy again, looking for Look for I can't find him. I can't find him

Finally, she woke up in her sleep and sat up abruptly from the bed. On the forehead, on the tip of the nose, there is a layer of sweat.

It took her a long time to recover.

Looking at the room like a dream, I know that everything is a dream, just a dream!

"Mommy, did you have a nightmare?" Xiaobaozi was awakened by her action just now and rubbed her eyes.

Song just hugged the child and didn't speak.

"Mommy is not afraid. I'll always be with Mommy when I'm in trouble with dad." Baozi reaches out his hand and hugs Mommy.

Song Qingcheng was stunned and suddenly thought, what about him?

She subconsciously looked on the bed and remembered what he said to herself at night

"Please, get up by yourself first, and Mommy will go out for a while." Song Qingcheng lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

When passing Ji Zhengting's room, the door is tightly closed. It's light outside. He won't be in the room. She chose to go downstairs.

"Good morning, Miss Song." Downstairs, the housekeeper came up to greet her.