Chapter 62: Infant Period
"Honey, what do you think of what I just thought?"
“I think it’s good.”
Song Yujia lay on the sofa, twisted his buttocks twice, and finally jumped off his baby and returned to his small desk.
"Forget it, I'd better stop this beautiful fantasy for now. Test paper, I'm going to use my powerful big pen to do you now, don't beg for mercy later."
"But before I do it with you, I have to make it clear to you that I will not love you. What I love most is my phone and the children in it. You are something the world forced upon me. We will not be happy together. After this period of time, I will not touch you again! You can go find your destined person."
"I can write a story for you. You love me, but I don't love you. I cruelly abandoned you. You ran away from me crying and bumped into a handsome man at the corner. From then on, the gears of fate began to turn. You met your Mr. Right. Test paper, test paper, let's work hard together!"
Although Song Yujia picked up the pen, the following operation still made Fu Zhun's eyes go dark. He suspected that someone was implementing an "evil red ball" plan behind the scenes.
Fu Zhun cleared his throat with two coughs, and said in a serious tone, "Baby, you are going to study hard, so can you delete the red ball on your phone when you read novels? Just think of it as a contribution to your studies?"
Song Yujia looked at Fu Zhun in shock, as if she had not expected that he was planning to take her most precious novel software. "Husband, it's the 21st century, and it's not time to make sacrifices! I can't live without him, I have to read him every day. You are my first husband, and he is my second husband!"
"The red ball has abused me thousands of times, but I still treat it like my first love!"
Fu Zhun's eyes went dark and he almost fainted.
"Okay, then don't unload. Study, baby. Study."
"Okay."
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In the evening, Fu Zhun took Song Yujia to have dinner with Song's parents. Because the route was not convenient, the two very responsible people once again entrusted the gold to Aunt Liu.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back after thirty years of separation! Now I have entered the Yuanying period. No one in the world can defeat me. Hahahahahaha!"
As soon as Song Yujia opened the door, he rushed in and stood in the living room, opened his arms and shouted to the sky, which startled Song's father and mother.
Fu Zhun walked over and awkwardly pressed down his raised hand, fearing that they would think that he had raised Song Yujia in the wrong way. He smiled dryly and said, "Jiajia has been under a lot of academic pressure recently, but she is not like this usually. She is healthy and there is no problem."
Father Song: "Uh, really? Hahahaha, Jiajia should relax for a while and not be too nervous, right? Haha."
Song's mother glared at Song's father and walked forward, "Ignore your father. He has this sly smile all day long. Our baby has been studying hard recently and has lost weight."
Upon hearing this, Song's father walked up to the front and looked at him carefully from head to toe and from left to right. "Why do I see more fat on his face?"
After Song's father finished speaking, he pinched the baby's flesh and became more convinced of what he said: the baby had gained weight, indeed it had gained weight.
"Mom, look at my dad!"
"Okay, the child just came home. He doesn't have any extra flesh. He is just thin. Hurry up and help Auntie carry the dishes."
Looking at Song Yujia's smug expression as if she had won a battle, Fu Zhun laughed, took off his coat, and followed Song's father into the kitchen to help serve the dishes.
"Dad, let me help you."
When she and Song Yujia were alone in the living room, Song's mother pulled Song Yujia aside and asked in a low voice, "How are things going between the two of you lately?"
"It's pretty good. Good food, good drink and good sleep."
"His father is fine, but what about his mother? I haven't seen her yet. This is ridiculous."
"His mom is traveling around the world, and he can't contact her. He can only wait for her to contact him. Oh, mom, it's okay, don't worry."
Song's mother tapped Song Yujia's forehead helplessly and took him to the restaurant for dinner.
"Eat more, give me a big chicken drumstick!"
"The braised pork here is delicious."
Song Yujia put some meat on the left side of his bowl and some vegetables on the right side, and soon they formed a small mountain. Seeing that she couldn't neglect her son-in-law, Song's mother also hurriedly filled up the mountain in Fu Zhun's bowl.
"If I didn't have this mouth, my family would probably be the richest in the world. What a pity."
......
"Alas, I have everything in my life, the only thing I can't let go of is..."
Song Yujia suddenly became emotional. When he got to the point, he stopped and looked at everyone at the table.
Facing three expectant gazes, Song Yujia slowly spoke: "The only thing I can't put down is chopsticks!"
After saying that, he swallowed the braised pork in one fierce gulp.
Leaving behind three humans with difficulty pulling their lips.
Father Song spoke stiffly, "Eat quickly, or it will be gone soon."
Song Yujia felt that his own father was slandering him, but he had no evidence, and looked at Fu Zhun aggrievedly.
Fu Zhun touched his head and placed the last chicken leg on the hill where Song Yujia had already shrunk by half.
After dinner, Song's father and mother wanted them to stay overnight, but Song Yujia shook his hands and refused.
"We have to go home. We have to send Jinzi to school tomorrow morning. The teacher said that as parents, we should give our children the most company and love. We can't always trouble Aunt Liu. Aunt Liu is old."
Father Song: "Then you are really a good father."
"Dad, you've set a good example!"
As Song Yujia spoke, he did not forget to give a thumbs up to Song's father.
After sending Song Yujia to the car, Song's father took Fu Zhun aside.
"Honestly, are you really under too much pressure from studying? You're so...lively today."
"Mom and Dad, don't worry, he has been busy writing exams lately and has no other fun. I will watch over him."
Song's mother: "Thank you for your hard work, Xiaofu. You should also take care of your health. You can never make enough money."
"Okay, got it."
Just as Fu Zhun was about to leave, Song's father grabbed him again and asked, "What is the Yuanying period that Jiajia is talking about?"
Fu Zhun was startled, and the "evil red ball" appeared in his mind, grinning at him.
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