Hearing his mother's nagging, song Jiabao fell into deep thought. He had not considered this matter before. Suddenly, his mother said that, which was very reasonable.

She is still young and can play for a few more years, but Tang Jinglun is not the same. It will be 289 after three years of waiting. When we think about it carefully, their family must be very anxious.

"Of course, don't you have the courage to go to the university to wait for your graduation, don't you have the courage to tell others that you are not worried about your graduation?"

Song Jiabao came back to her senses. Her face was a little serious. She really went to her heart.

"Mom, I'll discuss this with Tang Jinglun to see what their family means, and I'll tell you later."

Finish saying, can't wait to rush upstairs.

"Well, Garbo, the noodles will be ready soon. What are you going to do?" Song Qingyun saw that his daughter was going upstairs, and immediately called out in a hurry.

"I... I..." Song Jiabao turned back and looked at his father's eager eyes. Suddenly, his feet seemed to be filled with lead and could not move.

"Here it is." After struggling for a while, she still decided to eat noodles first and go upstairs. She could not waste her father's efforts.

Seeing his daughter coming towards him, song Qingyun's face immediately had a smile, "where to sit and wait, I'll bring it to you right away."

Song Jiabao answered, pulled out his chair and sat down.

Within a few minutes, steaming egg noodles were placed in front of her.

She squinted at her father like a greedy cat, and immediately picked up chopsticks.

"Eat it slowly. It's hot." Song Qingyun sits opposite her daughter, watching her gobble, the smile on her face is more charming.

How long has it been since she had a meal?

In fact, if you think about it carefully, he still owes a lot to the two of them. He is busy working in the hospital, and he seldom has time to accompany them. Now that he is old and has rich time, the children have grown up and they no longer need him ···

think about it, his heart is sour, not delicious.

"Dad, I'm finished. I'll go upstairs first."

Song Jiabao took the dishes to the kitchen and washed them back. Her father was still sitting in a chair in a daze. She felt flustered and spoke carefully.

"Oh, well, well, rest early."

Song Qingyun came back to his mind and waved his hand at his daughter to let her go quickly, but his face was lost.

Song Jiabao pursed her lips and didn't say anything more. She turned around and walked upstairs.

Lin Kexin, who is sitting on the sofa watching TV, sees song Qingyun sitting in a daze in the dining room. He can't help but get up and walk over.

"What do you think?"

Song Qingyun was scared to a thrilling spirit and said with great care: "I didn't think of anything."

"Not thinking about it, alone?"

So many years of husband and wife, what she does not know, a movement, a look can see through her heart.

"It was yesterday that time was so fast. In the blink of an eye, the children were so big ···"

Lin Kexin couldn't help laughing, and walked around behind him and gently played with his white hair head, "you don't see what you've become?"

Song Qingyun gently grasped Lin Kexin's hand and put it on his lips to kiss him, "Kexin, I've suffered a lot these years."

Children can't grow up for nothing, his mind is focused on work, tired only her, said the most owed person is her.

A lucky bitter, let Lin Kexin instant eye socket pan red, "say what."

"Thank you, wife ~"

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