Chapter 966

The housekeeper ran over and said, "young master, sir and madam are in the bedroom next door. They are still there!"

Song Ruiqi immediately stopped crying, blinked and looked at the housekeeper pitifully, "didn't they sleep next to me last night? Why did you leave me and go to the next room? "

Be left behind by mom and Dad, in the heart some small grievances!

The housekeeper was shocked by a small expression he had accidentally made, and explained: "young master, my husband was injured last night. I was worried about disturbing you, so I went to the next room."

"Daddy's hurt?"

On hearing that daddy was injured, song Ruiqi got up in a hurry, lifted the quilt and jumped down from the bed, "I'll go to see daddy!"

The housekeeper's face changed, and he quickly reached out to help him, "my little ancestor, you can be careful. If you bump, how can it be?"

"Well, it's OK. I always do this, and it's OK."

Song Ruiqi waved to the housekeeper indifferently and came to the next bedroom with her short legs.

Watching his parents hugging and sleeping together, loving each other, he immediately dried his tears and covered his face with a smile.

The housekeeper catches up, looks at the situation in the bedroom, and walks over lightly.

"Shh! Young master, shall we go? Don't disturb your husband and wife to sleep

Song Ruiqi nodded and happily took the housekeeper's hand to the door.

That night, song Xiaoya slept deeply, worried about the wound on Mu Junhao's body. Almost all night, she was lying in the same position.

Wake up, hands and feet have become a little stiff, especially behind the man with hands and feet, like a koala crawling on her body, let her suffocate.

Song Xiaoya is speechless.

Seeing that he was sleeping deeply, she did not dare to exert herself. She carefully broke his arm on her waist.

Just as she moved, Mu Junhao woke up.

"It's still early. Sleep with me again!"

Song Xiaoya looked out of the window at the sun which was hanging in the middle of the window, picked her eyebrows and said, "is it still early? The sun's on your ass! "

“……” Mu Junhao took her arm and pulled her back to her arms, "sleep again! Today, I'm a patient. I don't have to go to work! "

Song Xiaoya said: "no, my son is going to get up!"

Mu Junhao chuckled, "my son has gone to the kindergarten, and has long been away from home!"

Song Xiaoya was surprised and said, "what's the matter?"

Mu Junhao asked seriously: "do you want our son to play at home all the time? We can't let him lose at the starting line! "

Song Xiaoya is stunned. Mu Junhao's speed is so fast. When did he do all this well?

It seems that this time, she really can only stay.

It's a better choice for children, at least.

However, song Xiaoya was inexplicably worried, "can he adapt to the sudden transfer?"

"You don't need to worry about this. I'll let him and xiaohuangdou share a class."

"Isn't xiaohuangdou a year older than him?"

"Last semester, xiaohuangdou got the penultimate in the class. This semester, I reread the middle class!"

"Er..." Song Xiaoya can't laugh or cry.

After Mu Junhao reminded her, she remembered.

Last semester when the final exam, small soybeans truant out to play, did not participate in the exam.

Qiao Qiao was half angry with him and threatened to take off a layer of skin from the bean, but he was saved by Li Fengbei.

Li Fengbei said that his children don't need to study hard to be promising. After all, his father creates everything for them and doesn't need to worry about anything.

But Wenqiao thought that it was not the way to educate the children, it would only teach them bad.

Compared with Li Fengbei's doting on children, Wenqiao is more rational.

Wenqiao didn't pay attention to Li Fengbei because of this for several days. In the end, Li Fengbei gave xiaohuangdou a painless education, and then lowered him to a lower level to reread the middle class. This thing is over.

Song Xiaoya said with a smile: "my son is really the enemy of my last life. I've come to collect debts in my life!"

Mu Junhao disapproved, "son is the continuation of our love, is our baby, we have nothing to work hard."

“……” Song Xiaoya doesn't want to argue with him any more.

Think of yesterday's things, he clearly hurt, but still forced to endure the pain, holding song Ruiqi high, so that let the wound burst open.

In his way of loving his son, he is not much better than Li Fengbei.

Mu Junhao looks at the woman's upset appearance. He feels agitated and bows his head. He kisses song Xiaoya on the face.

"Wife, you see, North brother and sister-in-law have given birth to so many, we just gave birth to Reggie. I think we should work hard?"

Smell speech, song Xiaoya stares at him, "what are you talking about? What can I do for you with so many children? "Now he never mentions his marriage to Li Weiwei, but says that he wants her to give him another child. Does he really want to keep her in the golden house?

She was filled with the thought that he might have this idea.

Mu Junhao played with her fingers and said in her ear, "Xiaoya, I'll be 35 years old in a month. I'm not young any more. If I don't have a baby, I won't be able to take care of my children in the future."

Song Xiaoya listened, in the heart stuffy, like was stuffed with a ball of cotton.

Yes, they are not young any more. In another year, she will be 30 years old.

It was ten years since I met this man at the age of 18 or 19.

Thinking of this, her eyes became moist.

How many years do they have in their lives? They can't stand it any more!

Song Xiaoya suddenly turns around and takes the initiative to bury her face in Mu Junhao's arms.

Mu Junhao looked at her like a kitten in his arms arch to arch, gently patted her back, funny way: "what's the matter?"

As soon as his words were finished, he felt the warm moistening from his chest.

Mu Junhao's whole body was stiff, and even his eyebrows were twisted.

He quickly raised her chin, looked at her tearful face and asked anxiously, "Xiaoya, why are you crying? Is there something wrong? "

"Nothing!"

Song Xiaoya felt very ashamed and waved his hand to dry his tears.

Mu Junhao thought that she didn't want to have a baby, and quickly coaxed: "well, don't cry, we won't have a baby if we don't want to. I don't mean to force you to have a baby. I will respect your decision!"

Song Xiaoya sniffed and muttered softly, "it's not that you can't live."

"What?" Mu Junhao's eyes flashed a trace of joy. He asked in disbelief: "what did you say? I didn't hear you! Say it again