Chapter 757

"Come up and hear your mother sing?" Mr. Ji has a tight face.

The old lady and her mother are also excellent. They watch him with his wife all day. So they love his wife, but he doesn't love himself.

What's more, when you have a baby in a little woman's stomach, you'll take care of the baby. Have you ever thought of him as a man with strong blood?

Just listen to small steamed stuffed bun said: "yes, but song PA than did not let me in to listen."

"Your mother's song can only be sung to your father. If you want to listen, find your wife to sing for you. " Smelly boy, if you want to listen to music, there's no way.

Xiaobaozi hummed, "Song's father will bully people. Knowing that they don't have a wife, they ask them to sing with their wives. "

What a bully!

"Don't you have a little sister? Let her sing for you later. "

The steamed stuffed bun shuddered, "forget it."

Thinking of the little sister who can only cry, song troubles little pen you not to want her any more.

……

When Mr. Ji returns to the room, he sees that Mrs. Ji is still holding her mobile phone. He goes over and takes the phone away from her.

"Well, what are you doing? I'm talking to Xin Yue." Song Qingcheng reaches out to grab the phone back.

"Playing with mobile phones so late, trying to turn the child into a night owl?" Mr. Ji won't give it to her.

"Let me tell Xin Yue. She also sent me pictures of her children. "

Ji Zhengting glances at the phone screen. He is really chatting with Xin Yue. He returns the phone to her and lies down beside her.

"You see, is Xin Yue's daughter very much like her?" Song Qingcheng showed him his mobile phone.

Ji Zhengting looked at the child in the photo, his hand fell on her abdomen unconsciously, and touched it gently, "you said, it's been more than four months, how can't you see it growing up?"

"How fast? Children usually grow up after seven months. " Song Qingcheng receives the phone, turns off the light and lies down.

Ji Zhengting frowned slightly, "no Xinyue was not big in five months at that time. "

"Where is she? It's fat, isn't it? "

Hearing this, Mr. Ji propped up, lifted the quilt on her body, looked her from head to foot, and finally said solemnly, "I think you're too thin, too."

“…… What do you want? " Song Qingcheng looks at him with vigilance. He won't want to raise her for nothing, will he?

Absolutely not!

"From tomorrow on, one more meal in the afternoon." Yeah, just to fatten her up.

"No way!" Song Qingcheng was worried. "Look at my waist and back. I'm about to catch up with you. You can't let me eat any more. If I eat any more, I'll destroy everything."

"What are you afraid of? Your husband doesn't dislike you. " Besides, there is no exaggeration like what she said.

"But I will despise myself. I'm flustered at the thought of the beautiful secretaries and salesmen around you. "

"What's the matter?"

"Of course, they took my husband away." Or else you can lie?!

"Your husband is so easy to rob? Anyone can take it? " Mr. Ji is calm. Why didn't he find that the little woman was so insecure about herself? No, I don't believe in him.

"That's hard to say." Song Qingcheng muttered.

Mr. Ji snorted coldly and turned his back to her.

Song Qingcheng breathed. After a while, seeing that he didn't turn around, it seemed that he was really angry? She took the initiative and called him, "husband..."

No response.

"Husband?" Song Qingcheng pushed him again, "did you sleep?"

Still no response.

"I'll sleep, too?"

Still no response.

Song Qingcheng was discouraged, "you ignore me, I'll sleep next door."

After that, she posed to get out of bed. Sure enough, as soon as I got up, I was hugged by someone.

"Take it easy. It scares me." Song Qingcheng was very angry with him.

"It's just waiting for me to hold it." And scared!

"Hate ~"

... "

The next day.

Song Qingcheng washes well and comes down from upstairs. Mr. Ji and baozi are playing downstairs. This is the most harmonious time for father and son every day.

The father popularizes all kinds of education for his children. Baozi seems to be mischievous at ordinary times, but when it comes to learning, he is also very serious.

When song Qingcheng came down, the servant handed her a cup of hot water. She took a drink and went to the sofa with her glass.

"Good morning, Mommy." Xiaobaozi saw her and said hello to her politely.

Good morning Song Qingcheng replied.

"By the way, daddy, did mommy give you good candy last night?"

“？” Mr. Ji forgot about it and asked Mrs. Ji, "where's my sugar?"

“……” Song Qingcheng blinked. Why did she think of it after a night? "What kind of sugar?"Play dumb first.

"That's the nougat I asked mommy to leave for daddy yesterday." Baozi reminds Mama song.

Song Qingcheng patted the forehead, eyes straight, "let me think, let me think."

Mr. Ji's eyes are squinting. "Mrs. Ji's memory is getting worse and worse recently."

"Yes, your daughter sucked them all."

"Are you sure it's the daughter?" Isn't she always saying that she's a son again?

"Well Well, I'll go up and get you sugar. " Then she got up and went upstairs.

Father and son looked at each other and continued to study.

A few minutes later, song Qingcheng came down again. I found that Mr. Ji was the only one left on the sofa.

Where's the bun?

Song Qingcheng looked in the living room, but didn't see the bun. Maybe it's going to call grandma and grandma.

It's a godsend.

"Here's your sugar." Song Qingcheng stretched out her hand, and there were several pieces of different styles of sugar lying in the palm.

Mr. Ji took a deep look at her, then looked at the sugar she handed over, and took a piece of it with him, "what kind of sugar is this?"

"Nougat mint."

Mr. Ji frowned, "nougat and mint flavor?" Is it not sesame or peanut?

"Yes, my mother invented it." There's no pause in lying.

Mr. Ji looked at it and said he didn't feel it. He took another piece from her hand again. "What kind of sugar is this?"

"It's black sugar." Song Qingcheng smiles.

Usually Mr. Ji doesn't ask so many questions. Do you know that she wants to cheat him?

"Daddy, what did you take?" Just then, the steamed buns came out.

Song Qing City a tight, subconsciously toward the side back.

"This granny makes nougat with rich taste. It's not just mint, it's black sugar. " Ji Zhengting hands the sugar to his son to have a look.

"Eh?" Xiaobaozi's face was written in capital letters, and he took the sugar in his hand. "Daddy, you are so simple. It's not nougat. Only you will be cheated by mommy. "

“……” Mr. and Mrs. Ji have already disappeared.

"Don't look for babe. You've been fooled by mummy." Xiaobaozi gloated.

"I'm happy, I'm happy." Mr. Ji is so willful.