Chapter 89 Die Early (Part 3)
Song Shengsheng didn't expect that there was a big loudspeaker in the compound, and there was even a small loudspeaker in the kindergarten, which was used to broadcast loud messages.
She is less likely to lie to her son now.
Even white lies are told reluctantly.
Song Shengsheng didn't want to leave an image of a liar in front of her son. She said, "But mom is fine now. You don't have to worry about her dying."
Song Shengsheng was so outspoken that he said directly in front of his son whether to live or not.
The boy's face turned pale, as if he was frightened.
He grabbed her hand and buried himself in her arms. The child who was always reserved and shy in front of his mother now expressed his inner feelings bravely with a choked voice: "Xiao Chi doesn't want, doesn't want Mom to be sick."
Song Shengsheng didn't expect that going to the hospital would scare her child.
She hugged him and kissed him: "Mom is not sick."
Fu Luochi seemed unconvinced. He looked up at her eagerly, then imitated his father's usual behavior and tried to put his little palm on his mother's forehead.
Not very hot.
Probably not sick.
Because when Fu Luochi was sick, his forehead was much hotter than his mother's now.
The boy calmed down and lay in his mother's arms like a little rice cake, not even feeling sick of being so sticky.
Song Shengsheng knew that Fu Luochi was a somewhat clingy child, but these days, he seemed particularly sensitive and uneasy.
At the slightest sign of trouble, he would come and stick to her.
Song Shengsheng attributed all this to the child's lack of security. She thought that if she stayed with him more, he would gradually get better.
When Fu Cheng came back, Song Shengsheng was mending his son's small backpack.
The straps are a bit worn and need to be repaired.
She added a small flower to the worn area, which looked quite cute.
Song Shengsheng was very satisfied with his masterpiece and he picked it up to admire it over and over again.
When Fu Cheng entered the room, he saw her holding a small backpack, looking left and right, and then he praised himself seriously: "I am really a talented little tailor."
After Fu Cheng heard it clearly, he curled his lips and smiled.
Song Shengsheng heard the chuckle, looked in the direction of the sound, and saw him coming back.
Her aggressive and demanding nature was exposed once again. She felt a little secretly sulking when she thought about how Fu Cheng had left her there in the afternoon and didn't know where he had gone.
But Song Shengsheng didn't dare to show it too obviously.
The appearance of Chen Jianguo made her realize more deeply that the plot of the book was exactly as she had dreamed.
The characters, plot, and events are pretty much the same as in the book.
Therefore, Fu Cheng is still the male protagonist who she needs to be nice to, and who seems to be hanging on.
She still has to hold on to his thighs tightly before she can live a peaceful and stable life.
Fu Cheng walked over, picked up the small backpack in her hand, and immediately saw the little flower on it.
There are two childish rabbit ears on the little flower.
They all look like something little girls would like, a bit childish, but nice to look at if you look closely.
Fu Cheng joked, "Well, the little tailor's sewing skills are really superb."
Song Shengsheng fiercely snatched the small backpack back from his hand. She raised her chin and looked at Fu Cheng. Due to her need to change her fate, she did not dare to show a bad face to him or say any ugly and vicious words.
But I couldn't help my pretentious temper.
Finally, he said in a sarcastic and arrogant tone, "You might as well not come back. Wait until I get sick and die in bed before you come back."
"It's not a serious matter if I faint."
"Don't worry about my health. We all die anyway. The sooner I die, the sooner you can marry your second wife."
Fu Cheng smiled, and even after hearing such weird words, he found her very cute.
She probably wanted to show off her meanness, but it had the opposite effect.
Fu Cheng replied to her seriously: "We Shengsheng will not die, we will live a hundred years."
Song Shengsheng was stunned for two seconds and felt a little embarrassed by him.
It makes her look stingy, but he is noble and generous.
She couldn't keep her temper, but she was also a person who would shine brightly when exposed to some sunshine. She raised her chin slightly and said, "Of course."
Now she is a woman who knows the entire script!
Of course you will live a long life, rather than die early and be reborn soon.
The sky outside was getting dark, the sun was setting, and large swathes of blazing golden light filled the living room.
Song Shengsheng raised his head and looked at Fu Cheng. The bright golden sunset illuminated his eyebrows and eyes, and his delicate and stern facial features seemed to be softened a little by the halo.
She couldn't help but wonder, "What on earth did you do? Was the army that busy? Or did one of your soldiers make a mistake?"
She still wanted to know where Fu Cheng was doing.
She was still upset that Fu Cheng had left her behind.
Fu Cheng pinched her face and said, "I went to deal with a few people."
When Song Shengsheng heard the word "deal with", he naturally thought that the soldiers under his command had made a mistake and were dealt with by him.
It's not like she hasn't seen how strict Fu Cheng is with his subordinates.
She had no interest in his work and did not plan to ask any more questions.
"I'm hungry and need to eat."
"Well, we won't eat in the cafeteria tonight. I'll cook for you." Fu Cheng couldn't help but touch her face with his itchy hands, and then said, "There are some snacks in the cupboard, you can eat some to fill your stomach first."
As he spoke, Fu Cheng looked at his son beside him.
He said calmly, "Xiao Chi, go get some for Mom, don't take too much."
Song Shengsheng was dissatisfied again, muttering to herself, "Fu Cheng is such a stingy person."
Aren’t all the snacks and desserts bought for her?
But she was not allowed to eat more.
Then just don't buy anything for her in the future.
Song Shengsheng was unhappy, but he said nothing.
Just like every time before, she kept Fu Cheng's stinginess towards her in her heart and recorded it in her little account book.
Song Shengsheng slowed down and followed him into the kitchen. She had no intention of offering to help. She just stood behind him, watching without doing anything.
Fu Cheng couldn't concentrate on cooking because she was staring at him.
Fu Cheng said, "Get out."
Song Shengsheng looked aggrieved: "You are mean to me."
"..."
"You're mean to me again."
"..."
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