What Zhao Weidong said was something Song Yingying had never thought of.

She is...the...mistress of the house...

From the very beginning, Song Yingying's heart was forced to live under someone else's roof due to marriage; even though gradually, there were some ambiguous changes between her and Zhao Weidong, her mentality did not change.

She never put herself in the position of mistress.

What's more, in Zhao Weidong's heart, he had already placed her in such a position.

In this way.

The person whose heart was beating wildly became Song Yingying.

The rough guy has never been the type to say sweet words, but the words he said tonight were more touching than any sweet words, making people's hearts beat faster.

It was at this time.

Behind them, from Jiang Nian's room, there was the sound of little Anbao's giggle and the voices of Qin Sanye and Jiang Nian. It was hard to hear what they said specifically, but one could tell that the three of them were filled with happiness.

Aren’t she, Zhao Weidong, and Zhao Xiaobei a family of three?

"good."

After being stunned for a moment, Song Yingying suddenly laughed. She looked at Zhao Weidong with a loving gaze, and before the man could react, she continued speaking.

"I understand. I won't say sorry anymore. I will remember what you said. There is still some dinner left. I will go heat it up and you can eat some."

After Song Yingying finished speaking, she turned around to hide her flushed cheeks and quickly walked into the house.

Zhao Weidong stayed where he was, repeating Song Yingying's last words in his mind.

Especially that sound...

【good. 】

It was like a response to him.

He said, you are the hostess of the house.

She said, Okay, I understand.

Is this... is this... is this what he thought it meant?

Zhao Weidong looked at Song Yingying's back, took a step forward, and followed her involuntarily.

The moonlight tonight is breathtakingly beautiful.

Song Yingying was confused for a long time. After she came to her senses, she remembered that Zhao Xiaobei was still in the bathroom. It had been a long time.

She walked over and knocked on the door, "Xiaobei, are you done washing?"

"——I'm done!"

Zhao Xiaobei's urgent voice came from the bathroom, accompanied by some thudding sounds. Not knowing what this child was busy with, Song Yingying became worried.

Fortunately, after a while, the bathroom door opened and Zhao Xiaobei came out.

He took a very long hot bath, and the skin on his hands and feet became wrinkled. His face looked like it was smoked by the hot air, and his little face was particularly red.

Song Yingying wiped his hair with a towel, "Why is your face so red? Is it too hot?"

“No, no.”

Zhao Xiaobei took a deep breath cautiously, not wanting Song Yingying to notice that something was wrong with him.

Song Yingying looked at his wrinkled palms again and reminded him.

"Don't take such a long shower next time. It's easy to get dizzy in the bathroom, and it's not good for your health if you take a long shower. Got it?"

"Okay, I understand. It won't take so long next time."

Zhao Xiaobei was always obedient and sensible. He listened carefully to everything Song Yingying said and followed her instructions seriously.

His short hair was quickly dried. Song Yingying touched it with the palm of her hand and after making sure there was no moisture, she asked him to go to the room.

After.

Zhao Xiaobei walked into the room and saw the spacious double bed. He saw his small pillow placed between two large pillows.

Song Yingying packed up simply and was the first to go to bed.