The little girl's bedroom. Before the little princess moved in, the three brothers of the Xie family discussed the decoration with their father.

And consulted the opinions of the mother and daughter.

The overall warm yellow tone gives the room a cozy feeling.

It was lively and warm, and Yuer fell in love with this house the moment she moved in.

Song Qingqing, worried about her daughter, knocked on the door with milk in her hand.

When I pushed open the door, the little girl who was sitting at the desk and concentrating on reviewing turned around with her hands on the chair.

When he saw his mother, his eyes were filled with joy.

Song Qingqing's heart softened as she watched her daughter running towards her in slippers, stretching out her arms to hug her waist.

She rubbed against his arms affectionately.

Song Qingqing tried her best to prevent the milk from spilling on her hands while comforting her clingy daughter.

"Why is mommy's little clingy girl so clingy today?"

The little girl sitting on the bed with her mother, holding her mother's hand tightly, rarely showed some childishness and rebelliousness in front of her mother.

She rested her head on her mother's shoulder, raised her head, and muttered something with her mouth pouting.

"No way."

Song Qingqing patted her daughter's back, tenderness almost flowing out of her eyes.

"Okay, if you say no, then no, mom will do whatever you want."

Her hand stroked her daughter's back back and forth. The mother and daughter were silent for a while, but the atmosphere was not awkward at all.

Instead, it seemed as if she was enjoying the tranquility of being alone with her daughter. After a long time, Song Qingqing spoke again.

"Don't you want your mother to go out, or~"

She was interrupted by her daughter before she could finish her words.

Feeling the gentle comfort on her back, how could Yu'er be so willful and make her mother embarrassed?

She lowered her head and put her arms around her mother's slender waist, measuring it with her hands, feeling sad about how thin her mother's waist was.

She complained in a spoiled tone.

"Mom, can't you eat a little more?"

The mother, who was scolded by her daughter for no reason, said nothing.

The gaps between his fingers passed through his daughter's beautiful black hair, and the movement was so gentle and affectionate.

At this time, Yu'er, who had organized the language in his mind, began to speak sweet words to his mother.

The mother and daughter always talk about everything.

"Mom, actually, when I first found out you and Uncle Xie were dating, I felt a little uncomfortable."

"Think about it, you are my mother, I am your baby, and you are also my baby."

"We've been dependent on each other for so many years, and suddenly a man shows up out of nowhere and says he wants to steal my mom. No one can stand it. Anyway, I'm jealous."

When Song Qingqing heard this, she lowered her head and tapped her daughter's forehead, teasing softly.

"So he's a petty, jealous person, and he's hiding it really well."

Yuer raised her head, touched her forehead, and instead of feeling ashamed of her mother's teasing, she felt proud.

"If I bring a man back in the future, you will understand how I feel now, Mom."

Song Qingqing: "You dare!"

Yuer: "I really don't dare."

Song Qingqing: "You jealous girl, just tell me the truth, do you want your mother to go?"

Yuer happily leaned on her mother's shoulder.

"Uncle Xie is actually quite nice. Seeing how he treats you well, the slight worry I had in my heart has long since disappeared."

"Just go. Besides living for your daughter, you should also live for yourself."

Song Qingqing: "Oh, my daughter has grown up and knows how to care for her mother."

The unconvinced daughter retorted, "When will I not feel sorry for you? Just tell me."

Song Qingqing is warmed by her little cotton-padded jacket.

"You care about me the most, okay? You care about me every day."

The little cotton-padded jacket with her hands on her hips, refusing to give in.

"Where's Uncle Bishe?"

As a mother, I naturally favor my daughter for no reason, leaving my husband aside.

"Of course my mother's little cotton-padded jacket loves her the most, am I right?"

The little cotton-padded jacket stood up and walked to her mother's side, nodding seriously, as if she was very confident that this was the right thing to do.

This made Song Qingqing laugh out loud.

Ever since his wife left the house, Xie Zhong's legs have been like clockwork, moving back and forth non-stop, never idle.

He walked around the bedroom, two or three times, around the bed, then stopped and looked at the empty bed beside him.

After pausing for two or three seconds, he turned around and looked at the door that had been silent for a long time.

After such a long delay, there was no sound at all, and the person who I imagined pushing the door open has not come back yet.

Xie Zhong was worried. He thought that as a stepfather, there was nothing he could do wrong, so he began to review and correct his mistakes.

I thought about it again and again, but I couldn't find any fault with myself.

Okay, I have done a good job as a father, and my little girl should like it.

If my daughter doesn't agree to her mother and I going on a trip together, it's definitely not my fault.

Whose fault is that?

After much thought, Xie Chong naturally blamed all the mistakes on his son.

It’s boring to wait here anyway, so I might as well go see my son.

The virtuous and reasonable old father turned around and strode to his youngest son's room.

The father still knew to consider his son's privacy and knocked on the door twice before entering.

Without waiting for the people in the room to react, he turned the doorknob at hand.

The next second, he opened the door with great fanfare and stared into the eyes of his son, who was standing by the bed in slippers.

Faced with his father who stays up late at night to pick a fight, the rebellious youngest son never gives his father a good look.

After looking at him coldly, he asked first.

"What's up?"

The words were short, but the tone was arrogant.

The calmness and tranquility that had been nurtured by his father Xie's remarriage became turbulent at this moment.

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